Meow Ba

Chapter 435

"This!"

"How can there be such a fast healing ability?"

"If it can be applied to medicine..."

Compared with Catherine and her party, who already had some resistance to supernatural events, the black doctor, who was not prepared at all, had a serious impact on his three views.

He watched as the lion in front of him devoured a majestic giant horned ox until only a skeleton was left, and at the same time, all the wounds on his body that had just been sutured up after surgery healed, leaving only scars.

His head was spinning at high speed, even ignoring the rhythm of the lion slapping the table again.

"Crack~, pop, pop~"

Can I go now?
My wounds have healed.

In this case, Catherine has no reason to obstruct.

Looking at the completely healed wounds on the huge lion who claims to be the Swahili king Mufasa, it is conceivable that the wounds in his body have also healed.

Not to mention, this gigantic male lion appears to be in a hurry.

"Papa Papa~"

Well, if you insist~
Putting down her blocking arms, Catherine stepped back and stood with her relatives.

Then Mufasa shook himself up, glanced at the sun in the sky, and after confirming his position, he started to walk—the Maasai people have no concept of a city, even in their largest gathering place, there are still no barriers such as fences, and they are directly connected to the city. Prairie connected.
Mane flying and Mufasa running, a perfect display of wild power.

In just a few jumps, Mufasa's figure rushed into the prairie, getting smaller and smaller...

…………

"Roar!"

Simba, Sarabi, wait for me~
Mufasa ran, his body and the wounds in his body aching.

Although using the crouching tiger post taught by the master to urgently mobilize the body's potential and speed up digestion, with the help of sufficient food, the wound healed.

But this kind of thaumaturgy that transfers Qi and blood still has a lot of side effects.

Mufasa must rush back to Swahili as soon as possible, settle everything and rest for a few months, so as not to leave any sequelae.

But just when he was about to fully merge with the grassland, suddenly there was the roar of wild beasts along with the wind.

"roar~"

"Moo~"

"Wow woo woo woo~"

"..."

Lions, buffaloes, wild dogs... It seems that all the beasts on the grassland that can make a sound roared with their greatest strength at the same time.

"Roar!"

Oops!

The Great Migration has begun!

Frozen, Mufasa stopped in his tracks.

The pain brought by the bumpy jeep kept Mufasa awake all the way. He clearly knew how far away he was from the place where countless wildebeest and wildebeest gathered.

Maybe you can rely on running for half a day to return to Swahili.

But when the Great Migration started, even as a Swahili king, he might not necessarily be able to find the place of glory that kept moving with the Great Migration.

He must speed up!

"Roar!"

Maybe so!

Just relying on it for a while, Mufasa turned his huge head and ran back.

…………

Seeing that the body of the huge lion has completely submerged in the tall withered grass of the prairie, Catherine and her team are ready to clean up the mess - the dark green medical tent needs to be put away, the wreckage left by the big lion needs to be cleaned up, and the jeep needs to be refueled .

However, before reaching the tent, Molly turned her head inadvertently, which immediately made her exclaim.

"Catherine, look!"

"The big lion is back again."

"what?"

Hearing Molly's voice, everyone turned their heads immediately.

It's just that unlike Catherine's smile, Lorraine and Terry clenched the shotguns in their hands.

Lorraine is because he has been a policeman for so long. He believes that human nature is inherently evil, or that everything is inherently evil. Terry is because he grew up on the Serengeti prairie and knows how dangerous wild beasts are.

The wind blows, bringing a dangerous breath.

The palms of Lorraine and Terry holding the gun began to sweat. Looking at the huge lion getting closer, Terry's fingers were convulsed.

Fortunately, when Terry was about to lose control of himself, the big lion stopped—Mufasa also knew that the weapons in the hands of the two could deal a fatal blow to him, and he was not prepared to take a shot.

"Papa papa, papapa, papapa~"

There is no table, only the ground.

The dusty, dull voice was transmitted again.

"He is sending Morse code, don't talk, let me listen~"

"The Great Migration has begun."

"I, need, help, return, Swahili."

"Drive, catch up, I will, gift, satisfied."

The sound of slapping the ground was mostly absorbed by the soil, and it came from beyond the maximum killing range of the shotgun. It was intermittent and could not be heard very clearly.

However, Catherine, who raised her ears, still received it and translated most of the meaning.

"The great migration has begun. The big lion needs help to return to Swahili. As long as we drive and help him catch up with Swahili, he will give us a satisfactory gift."

"The Great Migration?"

"Is it the migration of millions of wildebeests?"

"But what does that have to do with the lion?"

Such a big matter must be discussed with the parents, but Lorraine, who was also in Africa for the first time, looked confused, but Terry who was next to him took the conversation.

The twice-yearly migration of millions of wildebeests is the reincarnation of the Serengeti prairie, and the Maasai are also in this reincarnation.

Although he stayed away from the African savannah for a while and went to the United States, when he heard about the Great Migration, Terry still had countless running wildebeests and countless other animals that were constantly moving with the wildebeest herd.

It's just that Terry couldn't understand why this giant lion would seek help from several people because of the migration of millions of wildebeest.

With the physique placed there, even hippopotamuses and small elephants probably couldn't escape the hunting of this lion.

"Of course it does."

A hoarse voice came from behind several people. Doctor Hei helped an old man out from behind the medical tent.

Wrinkled face, smooth head, wearing a pair of old black-rimmed glasses, hunched back, leaning on a cane.

"Dean Reed?"

Apparently Terry knew the person who came, so he quickly put down the shotgun and ran up to the side with Doctor Hei.

And the way the old man looked at Terry was also that of an elder.

"A few years ago, I heard that you were sent to the United States. I didn't expect to grow up so much in a blink of an eye."

"America is fun, isn't there a big gap between the United States and the Serengeti?"

"Study hard, the future of the Serengeti depends on you young people~"

The old man's mouth was broken, full of concern and greetings, while Doctor Hei stood aside without saying a word, acting as a competent human crutch.

When he walked in front of Lorraine and his party, the old man took a deep look at Catherine, with an elder smile on his face.

"Aren't you friends with Terry?"

"Sorry, I didn't eavesdrop on you."

"However, the Great Wildebeest Migration and this lion do have a relationship, and a significant one."

"After all, the land of mobile glory, where Swahili legends are built on wildebeest."

(End of this chapter)