"Moo——"
The bison, crashing through walls along the way, leapt over a hundred-meter lake, landing heavily at the School of Animal Science, its hooves covered in mud, not daring to stop, plowing through the grass like an excavator.
"Here!"
The bison toppled the Cullinan blocking the road with its head, stopped in front of Master Fox, and stood at attention. But when it saw Master Fox wielding two large hammers, it felt a bit guilty.
Master Fox's hammer hurts the bison a lot...
If it hadn't fainted quickly last time, it might have been hammered into beef balls by Master Fox.
"Turn right and keep charging forward! I need to go back and fry some scorpion essence!"
Master Fox stepped onto the bison's shoulder from the pickup truck, holding onto the beast's back with its claws, raising the hammers high.
"Moo!"
