The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

Vol 2 Chapter 268: Pig Heart King?

In the south in winter, if there is no wind and the sky is clear and cloudless, it is a very pleasant thing to lie on the soft grass and bask in the sun.

Charles was lying on the grass next to the camp basking in the sun at this time, the warm sunlight shining on him, and the charming aroma of bacon beside him made him want to doze off.

At this time, his injury had been healed for several days. Elizabeth returned to the headquarters in Osmanthus City the next day after his injury. Ariel also went back yesterday after confirming that Charles was all right, except for a few epic surgeons who stayed temporarily. Here to check Charles for two more days, the other doctors who came to support have also returned.

Munch, Churchill, and Woodward submitted a review to Elizabeth a few days ago, and were torn apart by Elizabeth on the spot.

They did nothing wrong in that battle. The order to enter the enemy's rear was given by Elizabeth, and the ambush commanded by Woodward also had some bright spots. It is an uncontrollable factor on the battlefield, and no one needs to be responsible for this.

Now Charles is following the doctor's instructions to rest for a few days, and then do some appropriate exercise to test the cardiopulmonary function.

Looking at that posture, Charles knew that these epic surgeons were using a rare opportunity to brush up their papers.

There is nothing wrong with him being used to write a paper, and he welcomes it, and hopes that the paper will be published nationwide in the future.

These days, Charles has been assigned to watch over the bacon, which is actually Munch looking for an excuse to let him rest.

The way the elves make bacon is to first build a small wooden hut with a length, width and height of about two meters. The hut has only one door and several ventilation holes on the top of the wall.

Pork legs and meat strips marinated with spices are hung in the cabin, and there are pine and cypress sawdust and small wood chips smoldering in the pit on the ground. There are also some spices everywhere, and the whole cabin is surrounded by aroma.

Charles felt that King Zhou's "wine pond and meat forest" might be that King Zhou was making bacon, bacon and other things.

Yesterday he was lying on the roof of the bacon hut, where the sun was very warm, and as a result, he heard the conversation of several friendly troops who came to carry the bacon.

These friendly troops were stationed not far away and formed a mutual support formation with the barracks of the 168th Brigade. These friendly troops came to collect the bacon from their brigade.

Several elves were chatting while carrying bacon to the cart.

"There's a lot of pork this time, enough for us to eat for a while," said Elf A.

"You can have a lot of pork." Elf B took over the conversation, "I was on guard the day before yesterday, and I saw the 168 motorcade hurrying to the north village early in the morning. At noon, oh, those cars were full of ooh ooh The barking pig is back."

Elf C asked curiously, "Why did they bring so many pigs back?"

"Isn't His Highness Little Charles injured at that time." Elf A said, "I heard that his heart was poked with a big hole, and he was rescued later."

"What?! No way?" Elf C was obviously taken aback, "Can a hole in the heart be cured?"

"You don't understand." Elf B said, "His Royal Highness Charles has made outstanding achievements at a young age, so there must be something special about him."

"Then what does it have to do with the fact that he was injured and they brought so many pigs back?" Elf C asked suspiciously.

"Who knows?" Elf A said lazily, "Perhaps it is for the treatment of His Royal Highness Little Charles. I heard that his wounds healed that night."

"How to treat with pigs?" Elf C became more and more puzzled. "Ordinary pigs are not magical beasts. I have lived for hundreds of years and I have never heard that pigs can cure diseases."

At this time, Elf Ding, who had been silent all the time, said, "Could it be that his heart was broken, and then he replaced it with a pig's heart."

The air was suddenly quiet, and Charles, who was lying on the bacon roof, broke out in cold sweat. This dude's brain hole should be the level of honeycomb.

At this time, Elf Armor suddenly said: "It's not unreasonable what you said..."

After a while, he continued: "Organ transplantation? This topic has not been studied for many years, right? Are there still scholars working on it in secret?"

At this time, Elf C asked again: "Isn't the success rate of organ transplantation so low that it is almost impossible to succeed, let alone organ transplantation between pigs and humans?"

Elf C said: "The biggest reason for organ transplantation failure is that the matching is unsuccessful, so it is necessary to find so many pigs to try his luck. Obviously, he is very lucky."

Elf B nodded and said, "His Royal Highness Little Charles is very powerful at a young age, so there must be something special about him."

"That's true." Elf Armor echoed, "Between death and the replacement of a pig's heart, if I had to choose, I would choose the latter."

Elf C nodded in agreement, "Yes, even if there is a pig's heart, who knows if you don't tell it?"

At this time, they had moved half of the bacon in the bacon house to the cart they brought, and they were closing the door of the bacon house and preparing to go back.

At this moment, the cart in front of the bacon house and the bacon on it disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Who said I changed a pig's heart?" Charles, who had used the teleportation magic to collect the trolley and the bacon into the storage ring, suddenly appeared on the roof of the bacon house, pointing at the elves and roaring with jumping feet.

After roaring and shouting about the day's treatment, and the elves seemed to accept it humbly, Charles returned the cart and the bacon to them.

In the afternoon ~www.readwn.com~ a similar conversation took place when another group of elves came to bring the other half of the bacon, and Charles jumped with rage again.

Charles can't help but jump.

Before, because he often wore a durian leather helmet, and the color of the magic cannon blasted by the EX curry stick was similar to that of the ripe durian pulp, the nickname "Durian King" has spread in a small area.

If next, because of the brain hole of these elves, his nickname becomes "Pig Heart King", then he really has to find a durian and kill him.

There was a "Lion Heart King" in his hometown back then, which sounded so domineering, and if he came to a "Pig Heart King", others would definitely start with a half-minute laugh.

Pigs and lions are obviously not the same level of animals, especially the lion monsters in this world are particularly ferocious.

And with the long lifespan of these elves, maybe this nickname will be carried by his descendants.

Thinking about a few hundred years later, there may be such a pair of ha: "Yeah, you are the descendant of the pig heart king, I used to fight side by side with the pig heart king..."

By that time, it would be strange for his descendants not to scold him to death.

In this world, a nickname is the second name, which is a summary of the character's characteristics. Where do you think the "Pig Heart King" summarizes him from someone?

The onlookers will surely think that he was given this nickname by the elves because he lived like a pig.

Then he might as well continue to be called "Durian King", at least those who have never seen durian sound unclear.

Therefore, the brain holes of these elves must be blocked as soon as possible, and the rumor that he and the pig have exchanged hearts must be ended, otherwise he can only sing "But I, sometimes, would rather choose durian than let go" in tears.

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