Leopard of another world

After breakfast the next day, Lance finally remembered the male cub blood orc he had bought.

"Arnold." Lance gracefully picked up the napkin and wiped his lips: "Where's the blood orc?"

"It's in the basement, Your Majesty." Arnold put down the knife and fork: "Do you need me to take you to see it?"

Derek immediately raised his head when he heard the words, smiling gracefully and flirtatiously: "Oh, of course, I've always liked little fluffy things."

Arno gave the blood prince a cold look, then turned his gaze away, looked at Lance intently, and waited for his answer.

"Walk."

Lance got up and opened the door of the restaurant first. The black panther squatting outside the door immediately stood up, looking at him with dark purple vertical eyes, and walked around him lightly and gracefully.

Lance turned a few steps sideways to widen the distance, and gave Black Panther a cold look: "No breakfast, no lunch, no dinner. Reflecting in a hungry state will make your brain clearer. You are starving me today, think about yourself What a stupid thing to say."

The panther sat on the ground, looked at Lance's shrinking back, and let out a breath from his nose.

Derek squatted down in front of it with a smile, and pulled out a chocolate cupcake from the palm of his hand like a magic trick, and put it under its nose: "Poor black panther, you are completely rejected by His Majesty, I give you a piece of advice, there are some things Direct actions are always more effective than words. Now, this is the breakfast I specially left for you, Your Majesty is really narrow-minded sometimes, and actually uses this childish method to retaliate."

The black panther looked at the black cake without hiding the contempt in his eyes.

A hand came in from the right, took the cake and threw it into the grocery basket beside it.

Derek jumped up, his eyes widened in dissatisfaction: "Hey, Arnold, why did you throw away my things?"

"The leopard is a carnivore." The dark elf quickened his pace, leaving the blood prince with the back of his head.

Derek yelled and chased after him.

"Hmph, your heart is the smallest! Don't think I don't know, you are trying to get revenge on the leopard for stealing your precious puppet. I really don't know what's so good about those cold things, weird hobbies..."

The panther quietly stared at the group of three who were drifting away, licked its front paws, and followed lightly.

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The manor that Lance rented was located on the outskirts three kilometers away from the royal capital. The surrounding area was sparsely populated and deserted. It was suitable for some small activities that cannot be seen, such as making a few animals such as rabbits and cats with dark attributes.

The ground of the manor was almost hollowed out, and a huge basement was built. It was damp and cold inside, and there were countless small rooms separated by bricks. The room where the male blood orc cub was placed was located at the very edge of the basement.

When Lance pushed open the simple wooden door of the cubicle, the blood orc cubs who felt the light coming in through the crack of the door jumped up, slammed into the cage frantically, and let out a hoarse growl.

The cramped cubicle echoed with an ear-piercing "clang-dang" sound.

"Open the cage, Arno."

The dark elf silently glanced at His Majesty standing in the shadow with his hands behind his back, raised his hand, and moved his lips a few times.

The dark purple vines tightly wrapped around the door of the iron cage retracted the sharp barbs on the surface, slowly loosened and faded away, and disappeared completely after a while.

The blood orc let out a low growl from his throat, looked at the cage door that was slowly sliding open, his bloodshot eyes were full of hostility, and watched vigilantly every move of the three people not far away.

Arnold was still full of indifference, Derek looked disappointed and bored, but Lance smiled slightly at the blood orc cub.

"Aren't you coming out, little one?"

After the words fell, the cub let out a deafening roar, rushed out of the cage, and rushed towards Lance murderously. Ten long and pointed nails flashed a poisonous dark blue light, pointing straight at his fragile throat .

Arno and Derek stood in front of Lance in an instant, and at the same time, they condensed amazingly powerful dark magic in their hands. A black shadow suddenly passed in front of him, and with a loud noise, the roof tiles rustled down, and the cub was slammed. slammed against the wall.

The panther stood firmly in front of Lance, staring down at the cub struggling to get up, with a proud and dangerous expression, like a king, mighty.

The cub got up, rushed forward again, and was thrown to the ground again.

It rushed forward, was thrown away, rushed forward, and was thrown away again. After repeating many times, the cub was soaked in blood, and it no longer had the strength to stand up. Its pair of pale silver eyes were astonishingly bright, full of Unwilling and vicious, he stared at the few people in front of him motionlessly.

The black panther stepped forward vigorously and gracefully, circled the cub a few times, and then lay firmly on the ground, the warning meaning was self-evident.

Lance smiled briskly, as if he had finished enjoying a wonderful stage play, stepped forward lightly, bent down, and bumped into the cub's unyielding gaze.

"Hey, little guy, want to avenge your parents and sister?"

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When the male blood orc cub woke up from the coma again, he found himself lying on the hot sand, with a round of fiery red sun above his head, and the scorching wind scraped his skin red and painful like a knife. The part that touched the sand instantly had several blood bubbles.

He shook his aching head, and the memory gradually came back.

After nodding to express his urgency for revenge, before he passed out, the handsome male human with black hair and black eyes smiled and said a word to him.

"You are too weak. I will send you to a place suitable for cultivation. Whether you can become strong and get out of there alive depends entirely on yourself."

It seems that this is the place that the man said is suitable for cultivation.

The cub stood up slowly and looked around. The yellow sand was long and barren, and it was in the hinterland of the vast desert.

This place is very strange, the sense of oppression and repulsion in the air is extremely strong, making it difficult for him to gather strength, he staggered a few steps, the cub tripped over a stone, almost fell, panting heavily, but his chest seemed to be pressed A boulder, hard to breathe.

At this time, the young blood orcs didn't know that all this was because the world was filled with a strong dark atmosphere.

After walking hard for a long time, he encountered the first enemy, which was an ugly and terrifying creature, slow in movement but powerful in physical attack. After a fierce fight, the injured baby The beast finally killed the monster and lay exhausted on the gravel, letting the blood flow from the wound and seep into the sand.

The air around him suddenly fluctuated strangely. The blood orc tensed up, but he didn't have the strength to move half a step. He could only stare helplessly at the increasingly distorted air, waiting for something unpredictable to come out.

The black shadow flashed and landed lightly on the sand. The cub opened its eyes slightly, showing surprise.

It was a beautiful young elf with fair skin, pointed ears and golden eyes common to elves. Her small face was tense, and her gaze was fixed on the cub, walking quickly with short legs come over.

"Ah..." The young blood orc wanted to speak, but suddenly remembered that he only knew the language unique to blood orcs, and couldn't communicate with an elf at all, which made him shut his mouth annoyed.

Fortunately, the young elf didn't have any intention of talking. She squatted down beside him with a serious expression, and handled his wound skillfully and neatly. After the treatment was completed, she left behind a square box and disappeared into the air again. .

The cub supported his body, slowly reached out to lift the lid of the box, and leaned forward.

It was full of sausages, bread and water.

The following days were boring and dangerous repetitions. The blood orc cub has a unique ability to distinguish directions. He has been moving in one direction, encountering all kinds of monsters he has never seen or seen along the way, repeating the bet with his life. Fighting, every day, that beautiful young elf will appear once, bring food and water, and treat him, and then mysteriously disappear again.

The cub tried to talk to the elf, but the elf never spoke.

During the day after day of fighting and trekking, the strength of the male blood orc cub has obviously improved. He does not know how long he has been walking in this desert, but during this difficult journey, his steps became light and his body Gradually he grew taller, and the muscles on his arms swelled up like balloons. On his body covered with mottled scars, there were fewer and fewer new wounds. Now he can easily kill monsters in the desert, even after several simultaneous siege You can also win.

The elf still looks like a child and is still silent, but this cannot reduce the blood orc's expectation for her daily arrival. As the only person to confide in, the blood orc will always talk to the elf in his own language for a long time, although The elf couldn't understand, but couldn't dampen his enthusiasm for communicating.

Finally, one day, the horizon is no longer a long stretch of yellow sand, but a row of faint greenery.

The blood orc cheered, and rushed forward, the green gradually expanded, and the edge of the forest stretched and expanded in front of his eyes. In front of him, a tall figure stood upright.

It was the handsome man with black hair and black eyes.

"Very good, you have successfully walked out of the stormy desert, and you seem to be much stronger." The man smiled, but with a faint imposing manner, he changed the topic: "But it is not enough, you have to take revenge, which is far from enough .”

The blood orc only felt that he had been poured a basin of ice water on his head, and his whole body was bitingly cold.

"The first stage of training is over, come with me, the next training is about to begin."

The man turned and walked towards the depths of the forest.

The blood orc was brought to an empty square, and he saw a familiar black figure not far ahead.

"As long as you can persist under the attack of the black panther until the sand in the hourglass runs out, your training at this stage will be completed."

The blood orc looked at the figure of the black panther and snorted softly. Compared with those monsters in the desert, this black panther is really too petite and looks vulnerable.

When the panther's eyes met his, he realized how wrong he was.

It was a sense of oppression that made one surrender from the depths of the soul, making him tremble uncontrollably with his legs, wanting to prostrate himself on the ground and worship devoutly.

The next moment, he was thrown to the ground with the sharp canines of the black panther on his neck.

Cold sweat dripped down his back.

Every day, he quickly lost to the Black Panther in various embarrassing postures on the training ground, and the wounds on his body increased a lot. The young elf was busy again, performing the duties of healing and delivering food.

This stage of training took longer, and when he was finally able to last until the end of the hourglass in the battle with the panther without losing, he had completely broken away from his original childishness and grown into a man with dark hair And tall adult appearance.

It takes two years for a blood orc to grow from a cub to an adult, but he, after spending two full years, finally completed the second stage of training.

Then, the man with black hair and black eyes appeared in front of him again. This time, the man still smiled and said softly: "You are qualified. Next, there is only one graduation ceremony left."

Then, he was taken to a room, and the moment he opened the door, he saw the man in the room, the one who killed his parents, abused him and his sister wantonly in the store, and finally broke his sister's body. A man who disposes of dead bodies like trash.

The blood orc's eyes suddenly turned red.