. The boy said, "What's the matter?" "
"I've met someone with this name before..." Kevin hesitated.
He didn't have as much acquaintance with the Giant Beast Human Race as the Sand Ghost, but he knew a lot. For example, although they were a whole group, they didn't like to live together and preferred to live separately. Only on high alert will they come together to prepare for war.
Because they don't have close contacts, they are also quite perfunctory about the name, which is a "synonym for distinguishing each other". As far as Kevin knows, they all like to take monosyllabic names, which can be called with their mouths open, which saves effort and is perfunctory.
And the name "Mai" happened to be one of the few that Kevin remembered, and it was the one that impressed him the most.
Because this is the name of the previous leader of the giant beast clan.
About ten years ago, Kevin had seen his humanoid state in the battlefield against sand ghosts—
It was a tough guy with golden-brown hair and stubble. Due to his racial origin, his straight body could be more than two meters tall. Like a muscular giant, he stood firmly in front of the giant orc army like a mountain. . Then he led the brave and fierce fighters behind him, joined forces with Kevin's Bronze Legion, and wiped out the army of sand ghosts.
The scene was so impressive that Kevin Root couldn't associate the name with the dozing lion in front of him.
He did hear some rumors later, saying that Mai was plotted against by sand ghosts in a battle, and he might not be able to go to the battlefield again. The giant beast race has always believed in the most primitive survival rules, so Mai changed from the leader to the former leader, and then disappeared...
The little lion scratched his head and said, "It's also called this name? No way, among the clansmen I know, there is no one with the same name as my father."
That's it.
Kevin looked at the male lion with complicated emotions for a while.
The black-eared wolf on the side was drinking water with sedative yào juice, the taste must not be very good, it took two sips, couldn't help shaking its head, let out an irritable grunt from the bottom of its throat, and took it habitually. A howl.
The dozing male lion suddenly raised its head, its eyes pierced by scars were glued together unnaturally, the lame leg struggled a few times, and finally got up from the ground.
Just when it arched its waist, trying to distinguish the information conveyed in the purr, the little lion jumped out of the carriage and ran over to comfort him: "Daddy is me, Ben. There are no sand ghosts and no one is hurt. I just snored, can you rest for a while?"
The male lion withdrew its paw in a daze, and slowly settled down after the cub leaned over. He patted him twice with his paw, and fell down on the ground again.
Oswald squinted at them, not knowing what to think of. After a while, he raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "Yes, I still remember my son."
It was blind in two eyes, lame in one leg, and its head was stupid and its memory was blank. It was very different from ten years ago. The only thing it remembered were two things:
He is a fighter.
He also has a son.
Chapter 7
The elixir carried by Oswald is obviously effective. Whether it is the sedative that Black-eared Wolf drank, or the healing agent that was applied to Mai and Ben and his son, they all responded quickly—
Ban rolled all the way from one end of the ruined temple to the other, and then rolled back from the other end, jumping up and down, howling: "It's better not to paint yào, yǎng ah yǎng ah yǎng, help—"
Compared with him, his father seemed very calm. Those who survived on the battlefield have never suffered any crimes. The sourness of wound healing is even more common for them. So he shook his ears and listened silently to his silly son's movements. Occasionally, when Ben hopped past, he stretched out his paws to show comfort.
Kevin held up the jerky, and pointed to the class while watching the show and having dinner: "Hey, a little to the left, left! Yes, that's it, this piece hasn't been swept yet."
Ben ying ying cried and rubbed over.
Oswald was not very hungry. He folded his arms aside, looked at Kevin, and then at the weeping lion cub, his expression was indescribable.
The scene in front of me is too familiar, because that bastard did the same to him back then.
At that time, as a brat, he reluctantly followed the bastard Kevin to learn swordsmanship and close combat. Kevin's requirements for details are fuzzy and demanding. If it is faster or slower or there is a small distance difference, even if it is so small that it can be ignored, he will be asked to do it again and again.
This method is enough to kill all the patience and positivity of a child, not to mention how little patience he had at that time.
So, he began to do everything possible to cheat