Every time I come home, my wife is making garbage

Chapter 71 The Stray Catman

The cold rain in the western forest drifted and turned into snowflakes.

After several days of continuous snowfall, the forest was covered in silver.
A cat-man from the Manul tribe with a particularly honest look and particularly long hair was lying in a snow cave.

He had been lying in this snow cave for more than two hours, snowflakes falling on him, but he did not move. Snow gradually accumulated on his body, covering him better, which would make it easier for him to catch prey.

He must catch his prey as soon as possible!

Because he hadn't eaten for four days, and his wife and three children hadn't eaten for four days either.

Winter is the most difficult season for hunting, and it is also the season with the highest mortality rate among the manul cats. Especially for stray cats like him who have no village and live in the forest with a small family, it is really difficult to endure.

The caracal muttered silently in his heart: "Please give me a rabbit, or a wild boar, please."

At this moment, a rustling sound was heard in the forest, as if something was running in the snowy forest, rubbing against the grass and trees, and the sound was getting closer and closer to him.

The caracal was secretly delighted: "It sounds like it's coming towards me, I hope it's a good prey."

Just as he thought of this, a huge magic armored deer appeared in his sight.

"Damn it, a full-grown Deer." The hope that had just risen in the caracal fell to the bottom: "I can't deal with him alone, even with my wife and three children, I can't beat him."

The hope that had just risen was immediately trampled underfoot.

The caracal had no choice but to continue lurking, hoping that the next prey would be one that it could handle.

Just then...

A tabby cat man suddenly jumped down from a treetop in the distance, followed by a golden shaded cat and a cow cat. Behind them, there was a large group of warriors of various races, at least thirty or forty people, who pounced on the magic armored deer at the same time.

"Xiao Jin, on your left!"

"Cow, on your right!"

The tabby warrior was actually giving simple commands. Under his command, the other cat people quickly divided into several groups and attacked the magic armored deer from several directions.

The caracal understood immediately: "It's a cat village army hunting together! Oh, they have an army and an organization, and they can hunt large prey. They are much better than a solo cat person like me."

A great battle took place right in front of the caracal. The battle between the Magic Armored Deer and the cat people was hard to determine the winner. The battle lasted for more than an hour. The Magic Armored Deer was finally jumped on the head by the tiger-striped warrior, who bit through the top of its head with a [Fierce Roar] and finally fell down.

The cat people cheered.

"We won, meow!"

"We've killed another Demonic Armored Deer. His Majesty the King will definitely be very happy, meow."

"Cut off its deer leg and give it to His Majesty the King, and he will give us cat food of the same weight in exchange, meow."

"Happy meow!"

A group of cat people were meowing and somersaulting with joy.

The caracal touched his stomach and thought about his hungry wife and children at home. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and popped his head out of the snow nest: "Um...excuse me, meow!"

His sudden appearance startled the tiger-striped warrior: "Meow! There's an enemy, meow!"

"No, not an enemy meow." The caracal quickly said, "I am also a cat-man meow, a stray cat-man meow."

"Oh, it's a stray cat man meow." The tiger-striped warrior was relieved to see that he was alone: ​​"What are you doing here meow?"

The caracal was embarrassed, blushed, and looked pitiful. He pointed at the fallen armored deer and said, "I'm hungry, meow. My wife and children haven't eaten for four days, meow... Can you give me some of the parts you don't want to eat, meow?" The tiger-striped warrior said, "Meow?"

The golden shaded cats, cows, and other pets nearby all meowed and showed sympathetic expressions on their faces.

The tiger-striped warrior said, "It's no problem for me to give you a little bit of the leftovers of such a big deer. But how will your family survive the winter? Do you want to come to our village?"

Caracal: "You...are willing to take me in?"

Tabby Warrior: "Hehe, Her Majesty the Queen needs more troops meow. As long as you are willing to join meow, of course I am willing to take you in meow."

Caracal: "Wait for me, meow. I'll go bring my wife and kids with me."

Half an hour later...

The caracal family followed the tabby warriors and their entourage. A large group of cats carried the corpse of a huge armored deer and came to the dense forest west of Gilneas Town, to the newly-built cat village.

The caracal family opened their eyes wide and looked at this strange place carefully and vigilantly.

At first glance they saw no houses.

"Huh? Isn't there a village? Why don't I see any houses?"

The tabby warrior chuckled and said, "The house is 50 yards in front of you, look carefully, meow."

The caracal rubbed his eyes and looked carefully again. This time he saw that there were really houses in the forest. There were many of them. Their exterior walls were painted in bright colors, blending in with the surrounding environment. At first glance, they were really invisible.

"Meow!" The caracal was surprised: "Such an amazing house meow? How did you build it meow?"

No matter what breed of cat-people they are, they are all fighting races. Apart from being good at hunting, they are not good at any other production skills. In the eyes of the caracal, it is impossible for such a dreamy house to be built by a cat-person.

The tabby warrior chuckled, "We didn't make it. His Majesty the King gave it to us, meow."

Manul: "Your Majesty? The Wise King Ugumantai?"

Tabby Warrior: "Tsk! What wise king? That's Ugumantai, the politician. We have a real king."

Caracal: “???”

Tiger Squad Soldier: "Look, His Majesty the King is right there."

He pointed his finger to the caracal, and the caracal looked in the direction of his paw and saw a young human man strolling in the cat village.

This human was obviously the kind of guy who had no sense of boundaries. As he strolled around, he reached out and touched the cat-man next to him, sometimes touching one cat-man's ears, sometimes pulling another cat-man's tail.

The female cat-people he harassed would jump away with a "meow" and laugh, "Her Majesty the Queen will be angry, meow."

The young man laughed and said, "She wouldn't! Why would she be jealous of a cat?"

The caracal whispered, "Is this the King?"

Tabby Warrior: "Yes meow!"

Manul: "What a disgusting feeling, why do you like to touch me?"

The tabby warrior said: "Not only does he touch, he also hugs. A kitten like your third daughter, who is only half a year old, loves to hug meows the most."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Jingyi rushed to the front, stretched out his hand, and hugged the third daughter of the caracal, ready to lift her up high: "Wow, what did I see? A caracal meow! So rare! This is the first time I've seen one. Has there been caracals in the village before? Why is this the first time I've seen one?"

(End of this chapter)