Chapter 697

Chapter 697

Christina had just fallen asleep for ten minutes before she was awakened by a deafening roar of a

tiger,

She looked at the familiar huge white tiger in the jungle on the upper right blankly, whose beautiful

white fur appeared especially conspicuous among the green leaves,

The majestic white tiger stared straight in the direction of the group with its ferociously green eyes,

approaching them on its strong limbs, and roared seemingly in irritation again

The roar of the tiger daunted the forest, and the birds in the distance were frightened and fluttered

away

Christina noticed that the fur of the tiger's buttocks was charred. Looking at its bald buttocks, she

felt that it was coming for revenge. Were animals so vindictive?

Although everyone was afraid of the big white tiger suddenly barging in, they found it quite an

unusual scene that the white tiger had a charred butt.

“Don't be afraid of it. It can't see us.”

As soon as Christina spoke, Earl let out a sharp “meow”. The black cat immediately jumped onto the

tree, while the huge white tiger ran fiercely as it roared and threw itself at the big tree, shaking it

mercilessly

Christina was so scared that her heart almost jumped out, for she was right behind the big tree

The white tiger really didn't seem to see them, but they had forgotten to apply the fruit juice to Earl

just now. The two felines, one large and the other small, one white and the other black, were

running around in the jungle, causing all the other animals in the forest to flee in all directions in

uneasiness,

Christina exclaimed in surprise. “It turns out that tigers do go up trees.”

Patrick sat next to her and informed her of some knowledge in composure. “Felines can climb up

trees. But the white tiger was too big to climb up high.

Charles patted his stomach. “I'm a little hungry.” He shouted, “Christina, do you have anything to

eat?”

“I still have two coconuts. Drink the juice to satisfy your stomach.”

Alan threw his two coconuts at Charles, then looked up at Raphael and simply suggested, “Ask your

cat to go somewhere far away. Don't come back for the time being.”

"Yes, tell Earl not to come back. We are very tired now. Let us take a rest first.”

Raphael's face was gloomily dark, while this group of people looked relaxed watching the white

tiger and Earl fighting and chasing in the forest as if it was none of their business.

Christina still had a little conscience and thought about it for Earl. “It wouldn't die. It isn't even an

adequate meal for the tiger. When the white tiger gets tired, it will leave.”

"Did you provoke that white tiger?” Raphael squinted at her.

Christina looked at him innocently. “It's none of my business.”

Raphael wanted to ask a few more questions, but Patrick asked her to rest. “Sleep for a while. I'll call

you if there's anything.”

Half of them closed their eyes to rest, while the other half forced themselves to stay awake and take

turns on duty.

The white tiger's angry roar gradually faded away in the forest. It seemed that Earl had been chased

away.

It was only by chance that she met this white tiger, and Christina had never thought that a tiger

would be so vindictive.

It was already late at night when she woke up since Patrick did not call her. She had not slept so

comfortably for a long time, but when she woke up, she saw the majestic white tiger squatting in

the grass by the lake. The moonlight shone brightly, brimming its white fur with a silvery sheen. But

the white tiger's bald butt ruined its beauty

“Did, did it eat Earl?” Christina was shocked and a little sad.

"No."

Patrick whispered back to her and pointed to a big tree on Raphael's side. Earl's golden cat eyes

were recognizable even at night.

Although the white tiger was fierce, catching such an agile and tiny animal like Earl was not easy for

it. Instead, it would only consume its physical strength. The white tiger fluttered for a while and

realized that it couldn't catch Earl, so it chose to give up.

“Then why isn't it leaving?”

Raphael raised his voice on purpose. “You know what you've done. Hurry up and apologize to this

white tiger. Otherwise, it might be following us forever. The animals on the Third Island are very

spiritual, and they hold grudges.”

Earl actually came from the Third Island, too.

When the white tiger heard the voice, it immediately shook and roared at Raphael. It was very

vigilant and did not rush over

It was quite a strange experience to waited be by a big white tiger in ambush. Charles's stomach

had been

screaming in hunger for a long time, and he had wanted to make a fire and start preparing the

meal, but now he didn’t dare to do anything.

In this way, the confrontation between them lasted until dawn.

“What should we do now?"

"What do you think is our chance of winning if we besiege this white tiger and shoot it with our

guns

simultaneously?”

There was not much pity left in their heart in such a predatory world where the powerful preyed on

the weak.

"Don't attack it yet,” Raphael observed the white tiger all night and found that it seemed to have the

same level of IQ as Earl. It was better to avoid provoking everything from the Third Island.

Looking up at the rising sun, he found that they had a good view of the entire land on such a sunny

day. Then he said quickly, “There is indeed something in the middle of the lake. We have to pick it

up.”

The question was, who should go?

Once they fell into the water, the jam on their bodies would be washed away, then the white tiger

would be able to see them and launch another round of attacks.

“Little sister, you are the one that lost my Scepter,” Raphael said confidently.

“And I think this white tiger is looking for revenge on you. It has nothing to do with us.”

Patrick grabbed her and refused to let her into the lake again no matter what.

Christina was not willing to be outdone, “You're the one who brought us to this wicked place!”

“Blame it on your own mother Mary. If she didn't kidnap you, how can I have a chance to succeed?”

“It's none of my business that your Scepter can run by itselft”

“I told you to hold it. Why did you let go?”

They started to argue.

Gary and Alan were not as at ease as the brother and sister. They were always vigilant against the

big white tiger in front of them, afraid that it would pounce and bite them,

“Where's the third Scepter? The Matriarch of the barbarians doesn't even know what Nagar is. How

do you think we could find it?”

Patrick noticed that when Christina called out the word “Nagar,” the white tiger turned its head

intelligently and

looked at them as if they had mentioned something it knew.

Although Raphael was quarreling with Christina, he still kept an eye on the big white tiger. “Is this

big white tiger the Nagar we're looking for?” This guess flashed through his mind.

The ruler of the Third Island possessed one-third of the Scepter. If only wild beasts were rampant

here, the tiger would be the king.

Everything found this speculation logical and reasonable.

Crabbie suddenly shouted as if something dawned on him, “This big white tiger stayed here all

night, and I didn't see any animals nearby.”

The forest fire slowly extinguished; because there was lush vegetation nearby with sufficient

moisture, it was not easy to burn. Also, the mud was relatively wet, so the forest fire did not spread

too widely, and the animals returned to the original place to forage.

Tigers could awe other animals.

“Matriarch, can we find the third Scepter by searching the tiger's lair?” Christina asked in her

awkward language of the Barbarians.

The Barbarian Matriarch didn't seem to be afraid of the big white tiger, and she walked up to the

beast and called, “Nagar.”

The white tiger was shocked in fear and its four paws immediately took a step back.

Raphael frowned while Gary and Charles looked at each other blankly. It was obvious that the white

tiger was afraid of the name “Nagar,” which seemed to be a scarier creature than the white tiger.

“I think we should find a way to pick up the glowing thing in the middle of the lake..."

"Who's going to take it? This white tiger is guarding it.”

Patrick and the others were never kind-hearted, so they planned to kill the white tiger. Christina

carefully observed the white tiger and felt that it did not seem to have any malice.

As for why the white tiger waited around and followed them, Christina really couldn't think of a

reason. Maybe it held grudges, or maybe it was simply bored.

“Don’t kill it. It might just be bored.”

Who said that animals had no thoughts? Maybe it was really too bored. Earl had a lot of thoughts,

for it was very worried every day

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