Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

Walking to an empty path, Hart finally took action.

Just like a griffin hunting a gift, she jumped down from a great height, caught Temimi in her arms in one swoop, then took out a rope woven out of tree bark and tied her up in a few strokes.

“Who are you!!… Ugh!… Ugh!… Ugh!…”

Before she could say anything, a bunch of leaves were stuffed into her mouth, leaving her with only small humming sounds.

Hart stretched out his hand and patted the big tail hard. Feeling the thick texture, the smile on his face became more and more satisfied.

She bent down and carried the girl on her shoulders, then quickly slipped away. Only two rainforest frogs were left, squatting on a huge mushroom, talking to each other lonely, until the water waves on the ground became calm, and they showed no intention of jumping away.

After all, they have seen this kind of scene many times, and the other party will not be interested in something that is not only poisonous but also fills their teeth. It is better to take this time to talk about the important issue of reproduction.

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"What?! Hart wants to eat someone else's tail! And he has already started!?"

Claude stared at the little moment in front of him in amazement. Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and then flowed back to the time when he had just become a sky knight and obtained a griffin. Hart, who was considered the most proud and untrainable among the griffins, would certainly not stay in the base to train obediently. But he was particularly smart and cunning, and always found a chance to sneak out.

Every time he saw a nearby farmer coming to his door, Claude knew something was wrong. His griffin must have sneaked out again and had a simple meal on someone else's farm, such as a cow or a few sheep. Of course, he could afford to pay this little money, but the key point was that every time he paid the money, the whipping would not be relieved at all.

That's right, even if Claude is the son of the Duke, he still has to be whipped, no exceptions. After all, there are several sons of the Duke here, and the whip has been specially designed with alchemy, it will not break the flesh, but it can feel more intense pain than breaking the flesh, and it will not affect the training of the next day, and the instructor will still drive him out of the dormitory at 2 am.

Every time he was whipped for Hart, Claude secretly vowed in his heart that he would whip back the same amount when he returned. Although he knew that the griffin had thick skin and flesh, and that even if he broke his arm, the griffin would not necessarily feel pain, after all, he would not be whipped now, and could only use an ordinary whip, but psychological comfort was indispensable, in other words, he felt really unbalanced.

Then, in the process of beating, dragging and kicking Hart, the two of them actually established a deep friendship, and that's the second story.

Back to the present, Hart's bad habits suddenly relapsed, and this time she wanted to eat people. If she was not caught again quickly, it would be a disaster. Claude, who understood the situation, did not hesitate at all, picked up a stick and rushed out the door. That guy was not so tough now, and he had to teach her a lesson.

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While being carried by Hart, Temimi fainted due to the violent shaking and her head hitting a tree trunk. When she woke up slowly, she heard the crackling sound of burning wood in the campfire and the sound of sharp tools cutting wood. It sounded very bad, so she did not open her eyes suddenly, but quietly opened her eyes a little, trying to observe the situation around her.

She was on a rare hard ground in a swamp in the jungle. There was a pile of stones in a circle with a bonfire burning in the middle and a lot of dry wood piled beside it. The fire was very big and the amazing heat made Temimi's half body hot, but there was nothing on the bonfire, so the precious fuel burned in vain.

A tall girl with a bun in her hair was holding a slender tree trunk in her arms, and was cutting one end with a short sword. The blade was very sharp, and it only took a few strokes to cut a sharp tip. Then she carefully peeled off the bark from the top, and then used the sword blade to carefully scrape the wood underneath a few times, until the entire trunk became a slender wooden spear, and then she stopped.

"Is she making a weapon to kill me? ! ! I have to run for my life! ... No, if she wants to kill me, wouldn't the dagger be more convenient? ..."

Temimi tried to struggle quietly, but she couldn't move at all. The ropes woven from tree bark bound her wrists and ankles tightly, but only her tail was not bound for some reason. This also gave her an opportunity. She controlled her tail and tried to quietly untie the ropes on her hands and feet.

Then... Tomimi found that it was impossible to do it. The flexibility of this thick tail was very limited. It could only make a few bends and could not be untied at all. At this moment, Tomimi envied Gavial's slender tail again. Such a flexible tail must be able to untie the rope, and it would also come in handy during a fight, while the thick tail could not even sit on the stool.

Since I can't untie the rope, I'll just observe for a while. Maybe the other party just caught the wrong person and will let me go later? !

With this impossible fantasy in mind, Temimi knew very well that his big tail was very famous in the entire Akahura area, and the other party could not have mistaken him for someone else.

Hart had also prepared the cooking tools at this moment. She also took out a few packets of seasoning from Claude's backpack, which were just right for seasoning. She found a large leaf, poured all the packets of seasoning on it, and then stirred it evenly. Thinking of the delicious taste of the big tail, Hart had to wipe the corners of her mouth again to prevent her saliva from falling into the seasoning.

Such a big tail doesn't look like it can grow naturally, and the lines are so coordinated. Excluding the possibility of any malignant disease, it can only mean that this girl is gifted. Although he knew that Claude would take care of him, Hart decided to enjoy it first.

"It's time to get started. Claude will be here soon. Don't let it get cooked by then..."

Tomimi's eyes widened. Did she hear it right? Did she say roast? Was this girl going to eat people? This is too scary! ! Gavial, come and save me! ! ! ini...

Seeing that Hart had wiped off the remaining sawdust on the dagger on his sleeve, the sharp blade reflected the sunlight, bringing a biting chill that made Temimi feel her hair stand on end. She finally didn't dare to pretend to be unconscious anymore, and struggled hard, slapping the ground with her thick tail, and her whole body crawling on the ground like a small insect.

“Don’t eat me!! I’m not tasty! I’m lazy every day and don’t work at all… My meat is bitter, sour and spicy… Woohoo…o(R口Q)o→)ini)”

Seeing that she had nowhere to escape, Tomimi couldn't help crying. Was she going to be eaten here before she finished her plan? Javier, I will miss you!! ...

"Don't worry, I won't let you die. I only want to eat your tail. Don't worry, I have brought medical equipment. I will give you anesthesia in a moment. You won't even feel the pain. You can go back home after a good sleep. I will also give you a lot of money so that you can buy some delicious food and let your tail grow again."

Hart told him his perfect plan, and then took out a syringe from his waist bag. With this, the prey would not feel pain. After cutting it off and bandaging it well with a bandage, nothing would happen. I believe Claude would be frightened by his genius idea and would not punish me.

The triumphant Hart was just about to approach Temimi, who was waiting to die in despair on the ground, when her olfactory nerves suddenly sensed a familiar smell, a smell that was engraved in her soul and that she would never forget even if she died three more times... She turned her head tremblingly.

Claude, with veins throbbing on his forehead, gritted his teeth and gave a ferocious smile. He dropped the stick in his hand and picked up a bigger one.

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The sunshine in Akahura is extremely bright, but there are still people whose hearts are filled with despair. However, this despair will not happen suddenly, but will be transferred from one person's heart to another.

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 202: Wasteland Style Mecha and My Thoughts

Knowing how tough this guy was, Claude also put in some effort. But now he needed to consider how to explain to the girl's family. Suddenly kidnapping someone on the way home was totally what bandits did. Judging from the current situation of this place full of martial virtues, the girl's family might have gathered hundreds of their relatives and friends and started a carpet search in the jungle.

If I bump into him, I won't be able to explain myself. I guess I can only fight him first according to the local customs. Only after the fight will I have a chance to explain myself.

Claude carried Hart, who was lying here, on his shoulders. Although he looked like he was dying, he knew that in a few hours, this guy would be jumping around again. He also untied the ropes on the girl's hands and feet, and expressed his most sincere apologies to her.

"This idiot did such a thing because of my failure to discipline him. It caused you great psychological harm. This is a draft from Casimir First Bank. Please fill in the amount you want. I will pay it in full!"

Of course, apologies are apologies, but some compensation must be given. After all, being nearly roasted and eaten is enough to cause a lifelong psychological trauma for anyone. If I had come a few minutes later, maybe that idiot Hart would have succeeded. Although it would not threaten other people's lives, having your tail cut off would definitely be a terrible experience.

Claude gnashed his teeth again when he thought of this. Although he knew that this idiot lacked common sense, he didn't expect that he lacked it so much. If Mr. Herag knew that his daughter had done such a thing, he would probably have a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot. Of course, Claude was almost mad at this moment. His blood vessels, which were as strong as carbon fiber, were constantly beating due to the blood pumped by the heart.

Just like every time this guy got into trouble in the past, he was always the one to clean up the mess. Fortunately, he doesn't have to be whipped now. He just has to apologize to the victim and pay compensation. Although he may not be able to obtain the other party's forgiveness, this is the only thing he can do.

His soul was bound to Hart, so he was able to find the location so quickly. Hart probably didn't expect Ceob to tell him, so he didn't have much defense, but in order to catch up, he still rushed all the way. Just like just now, in order to rush directly into the swamp, he broke three thick trees in a row, because the speed was too fast, so even Hart didn't react.

The girl in front of him still looked dazed after he apologized, and she didn't take the bill from him. He was a little worried. Was she really scared? That would be a big problem. Even if she was really scared, he had a way to make her recover, but it would take a long time. What he needed most now was to get the girl back to her home in a short time.

When he wanted to use some tricks to wake the girl up, he saw the expression on her face change rapidly, from fear to sadness and joy in just a short moment, and then she burst into tears. She hugged Claude's waist regardless of anything, and the power that burst out at this moment shook Claude.

"Thank you! Thank you so much! I was almost eaten!! Ini........."

The sobbing continued for a long time, and Claude was waiting quietly. He knew it was better not to disturb the other party at this time. During this time, even Hart woke up, and then chose to lie down and play dead in his eyes. Only the golden tail behind him swayed twice uneasily.

After crying, Tomimi was a little embarrassed and slowly stepped away from Claude. Claude also seized the opportunity and repeated what he had just said.

The Adaklis girl did not answer for the time being, but looked carefully at the place where Claude came from. There were originally several tall trees, but now only broken stumps were left. The wood fibers of the trees were roughly torn into pieces, leaving jagged ends like white fangs, showing the power of the man in front of her.

Tomimi's face showed excitement and seriousness, and she turned to look at Claude.

"Sir, it's okay. I'm not hurt. I was just a little scared. If you really want to compensate me, can you do me a favor? …………"

"Of course it's no problem... Is that all that's needed?"

Claude felt a little embarrassed, after all, the other party didn't seem to want his compensation.

"It's okay. Money is useless here. You can rarely buy anything with it. So sir, you just need to do me a favor. Don't worry, it won't be difficult. You can definitely do it."

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So it was solved so simply. Claude put out the bonfire left by Hart, and then took her back to everyone's residence. In the agreement with Tomimi, the other party did not ask him to do anything, but just said that she would come to him when the time came. However, with Claude's ability, there were few things in this rainforest that he could not solve.

Hart was thrown into the house and put in solitary confinement. Ceobe next to him acted like a good boy, curled up on a stool and chewed a sweet potato. Claude was relieved that he had finally solved this mess. Although it was almost dark, he decided to go out for a walk and learn about the situation of this village. Perhaps this place should not be called a village. After all, its area is almost close to that of a small city.

In fact, this village is not so primitive. Since he met the crocodile man, Claude has found that the residents here are very keen on making various machines. Just like the two people in front of him, they are holding some wrenches, screwdrivers and other tools, hammering on the scrap iron plates on the ground, drilling a hole from time to time, and screwing in a few screws.

It looked like they were hammering around aimlessly, but they could see a rough machine shell being knocked out. I had no idea how the hammers did it. Then they assembled the shell onto the machine next to it. It was a very strange car. Most of the materials used were very rough and were put together in an incredible way. It looked like a pile of garbage and didn't look like it could be driven.

But after the two of them got in the car, they tinkered with it somehow and actually made the three lights on the car light up, and then started moving forward at a speed slower than a turtle.

Claude continued walking forward in surprise, he was going to go to the center of the village to take a look. The residents here obviously had some knowledge of mechanics, although not much, but enough for them to build some simple things.

Then a huge figure in the open space attracted Claude's attention. It looked like it was made of tractor parts, but the ferocious jab and circular saw showed that it was not just a pretty toy, but a mecha. This immediately aroused Claude's interest. After all, the love for mechas is something engraved in every male's genes.

This big guy is painted yellow, and it is very eye-catching even in the dark. There is a huge crocodile head welded with steel plates on the front of the fuselage, and there is a thick gun barrel in the ferocious big mouth. There are two large wheels and a pair of small wheels for walking. In front of the large wheels, there are two crocodile feet made of steel, so that when the wheels roll, the two feet look like they are walking.

Although it looked shabby and patchwork, a professional mechanic here would definitely be amazed at how this thing moved, but it did move and was doing some movements in front of Claude's eyes, occasionally punching hard with the jabs in his hand, swinging the circular saw in his hand, and making monotonous movements as if testing it.

There is also a small cab on top of it, which looks like it is not suitable for people to sit in. There is no extra protection, just a few steel pipes welded together, and the person sitting inside is indeed not a human, but a big blue bird, which looks very much like a tropical rain forest.

While Claude was still observing with interest, a voice suddenly came.

"Hey, you guy over there! It's me, the guy sitting in the cab. This big guy can't stop. I don't know what's wrong. Can you help me? I've been here for two or three hours!!"

Claude quickly realized that it was the big blue bird that was speaking. He took two steps forward to take a closer look, but the huge machine threw its steel fist with spikes at him heavily. He didn't know whether it was accidental or intentional, but he just stretched out his hand to catch the blow.

The half-man-high steel fist was gently caught by Claude's palm, unable to move forward. This scene looked extremely shocking, because this punch could have knocked him away, but now it felt like he had only touched a mosquito.

"Yes, yes, yes! That's right, I knew you were extraordinary, little brother, stop this big thing! I'm about to vomit!"

The big blue bird above suddenly became excited, but just as it tried to break free, the machine started to spin and almost threw it out. The big blue bird was so scared that it shrank back. It suspected that this thing was targeting itself. Why did it spin every time it tried to escape, forcing it to stay here.

As the big machine rotated a circle, the circular saw on the side also slashed towards him with a high-speed tearing sound.

"Get out of the way, bro! This big guy's saw can even cut down a big tree!"

Claude still stretched out his hand gently, and then with a slight squeeze of his fingers he accurately clamped the saw blade of the circular saw. The high-speed rotating saw blade was forcibly stopped in an instant by the powerful force, and the motor inside was damaged due to this momentary obstruction, and black smoke came out of his entire right arm.

The hard saw blade in his hand also cracked due to the powerful force. Claude let go at the right time, stretched out his hand to hold down the huge crocodile's head, and then pressed down slightly. With a terrible roar, the huge machine sank directly into the stone floor under this slight pressure, just like a stone tablet planted in the ground.

The blue bird above also opened its mouth in surprise, with a human-like expression of surprise on its head. Then it jumped out of the small cab in a panic, got on the machine and started to bang on it nervously. It didn't know what mechanism it had activated, opened the two metal armors on the chest of the machine, got in, and started to check everywhere.

"Oh no, oh no, little brother, you used too much force. Now a lot of places have been damaged... I'm not blaming you, in the final analysis, it's my responsibility... Now that little girl Zumama will definitely scold me, what's wrong with this thing? Why was it so disobedient just now?..."

Claude leaned on the metal armor with amusement. It was the first time he saw such a human-like big bird. Could it be an intelligent robot?

"What should I call you? Mr....Bird?"

"Just call me High Priest. Hand me that No. 5 wrench outside, bro."

Claude glanced around and quickly found a suitable wrench, and handed it in through the opening on the chest of the machine. He was very curious about how the high priest would use the wrench. Would he hold it in his mouth?

When he got closer, he found that the high priest was wearing a pair of small glasses, which were very delicately made and fit perfectly on his head. The other party also stretched out his wings, and the feathers on them were like fingers, holding the wrench flexibly, and then immediately turned around and started to tighten the screws with the wrench.

"Brother, how come you are so powerful? You scared me just now. Even though you knocked down this machine in just two or three hits, there is nothing in the entire Akahura that can beat it. Even that little girl Zumama is no match for it. With your strength, you must be a big shot in some country out there, right?"

The high priest was very talkative. He was busy with his hands while chatting with Claude. From time to time, a screw or a piece of iron would fly out from inside. It didn't look like he was doing any repairs at all.

"He's not a big shot, just an ordinary soldier... Did you make this machine yourself? With such simple tools?"

"Yes, it was mainly me and Zumama who did this. It took a lot of effort, but at least we were able to make it move."

"Then you are really amazing. This machine is really powerful. If it is used on the battlefield, it will take at least a hundred-man team to deal with it, and it must be equipped with heavy weapons."

"Haha, I knew it. After all, it took us so long, so he must be quite capable."

The moon was at its zenith, and the man and the bird began to chat here.

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 203: Claude's Fantastic Idea

Originium, this magical mineral is the foundation of the entire Terra civilization industry. Although it has the terrible disadvantage of oripathy, the energy contained in each unit of it still reaches an unimaginable level. Relying on this energy, the Terrans built a mobile city as huge as a mountain and drove this behemoth to walk on the earth.

Although I am still curious about how the ground here can support such a terrifying weight, this huge mobile city can travel continuously for several months after replenishing its energy because of its high energy efficiency. This is unimaginable with ordinary fossil energy. This efficient crystal energy seems to be completely beyond the reach of Terra today.

This sense of separation between technology and reality exists in all aspects of life. Claude is no longer surprised. Just like the big guy in front of him, it is also driven by source stone. Although the structure is quite primitive, it still has a terrible output relying on powerful energy, which is not inferior to the mechanical equipment manufactured by various high-tech companies.

Holding the machine with both hands, Claude exerted a little force with his feet and pulled it out of the ground. One of the pair of auxiliary wheels at the back was deformed, so he also bent it back with his bare hands. The sturdiness of this machine was beyond his expectations. Although most of it was made of steel, it had quite good defensive power because of the solid materials.

"Okay, thanks to your help, it's almost fixed. I'll find two new armors to weld on later, which should improve the defense a bit."

The high priest wiped the oil off the feathers, but it was so difficult to wipe that his face wrinkled. He even pulled out two feathers with a little force.

"Perhaps we can use better materials to make the armor. There's no need to blindly make it thicker. The extra weight will probably make it difficult to move around here."

Claude observed and made his own suggestion. Because the outer armor is just ordinary steel, in order to have sufficient defense, the thickness is quite exaggerated. In order to drive such weight, a larger engine is needed, and a larger engine will bring more weight, so it falls into a vicious circle.

"Everyone knows that new materials can make things lighter, but the key is that there are none here... Although there are many mines near us, most of them are iron ores, and other metals are rarely found. Even if we want to buy them, we don't know where to buy them."

"If you have such a need, I can help you contact them, but because this place is too remote, the shipping fee may be a bit expensive."

There was no water in Claude's words. The ordered materials were sent from afar, and the shipping fee was not a small amount. It was just that Claude thought they were quite promising, so he waived most of the shipping fee.

"Really? I knew you had connections, little brother! But we don't have much money here, so I guess we'll have to save up for a while before we can buy it..."

The high priest quickly got into the cab and started the big machine. Black smoke gushed out from the exhaust pipe at the back along with the engine's sound, and the wheels below began to turn. Although the speed was not fast, the steering was extremely flexible, and in the blink of an eye it returned to the wooden warehouse behind it.

Seeing that the big machine was intact, Claude became even more interested. After being hit by him without holding back, the machine did not suffer any serious damage. This kind of toughness is completely possible to be used on the battlefield, and relying on this machine's powerful output, it can be used as a breakthrough weapon in a local battlefield.

If some artillery launchers are installed on it, it can also be used as a firepower platform for a hundred-man team to provide firepower supplements for the soldiers, raising the firepower level of the entire army to a higher level.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this plan was feasible. Claude was about to find the high priest to deepen the cooperation. But when he looked up, he found that there was no one here. The blue high priest had gone somewhere, and even the wooden warehouse was locked.

But soon, before he had to wait long, the high priest jumped out from behind the warehouse. There was a key hanging on the feather, and it seemed that he was going to lock the back door of the warehouse.

"Young man, if you have time, come visit us. I'll introduce you to that little girl Zumama. You two young people should have a lot in common."

"That Miss Zumama is the designer of this machine? I didn't expect that. I thought she was just a very strong warrior."

"Haha, that little girl is most interested in these things. She doesn't like fighting as much as others, although no one here can beat her."

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I was invited by the enthusiastic high priest to visit their home. The houses in the rain forest were built with local materials. Although they looked simple in appearance, they were well adapted to the climate here. People sat cross-legged on straw mats on the ground to isolate themselves from the moisture on the ground. The first floor was used for other things, such as raising camels and the like.

The high priest was surprisingly good at grilling meat. As soon as Claude sat down, he lit the fire and started to work. A large piece of leg meat was grilled to a crispy golden brown, and then brushed with honey and other seasonings. Soon the aroma spread from the house, which successfully aroused Claude's appetite and made him wait patiently.

The sound of footsteps coming from the side made Claude turn his head. A black-haired girl named Phaedia climbed up the ladder next to her. She seemed to have not expected Claude to be here and showed a surprised expression.

As the high priest explained it to her, Zumama soon understood the current situation.

"Mr. Claude, can you really buy the materials we need? If so, thank you so much!! If I have new materials, I can transform Dachou. By then, even Gavial won't be my opponent."

The roasted meat smelled very good, and because it was a little dry, it was chewy. Claude ate while answering the other party's questions: