Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2105: Ambush at dawn (37)

Chapter 2105 Embers at dawn (thirty-seven)

Meanwhile, in the Turkic territories.

An iron cavalry galloped in the night sky, and the three engines at its tail were spraying tail flames at the same time, streaking a light blue light. The simultaneous launch of the three engines is three times the speed of an ordinary iron cavalry under normal circumstances, and it can be imagined how fast it is. Moreover, Bedivere started directly from the Red Sea, and it was not far from the Red Sea to the Turkic Everglades.

Originally, the werewolf youth also had some scruples and did not dare to use three engines to accelerate at the same time. But the night was getting darker, and he was also heading east, there would be a time difference of about an hour when crossing the time zone. Bedivere knew that the Elephants were a clan that went to bed early and rose early, and that there was a curfew after a certain time in the evening. If he arrives in Ankara, Turkey when it is too late in his iron cavalry, or arrives in the state of the iron cavalry, his actions will surely stimulate the elephants. It was not easy to talk back then. So he started at full speed with three engines, aiming to get to Ankara by eight o'clock in the evening.

And in fact his worries were completely superfluous. The propulsion of the three-engine iron cavalry is stronger than he imagined, to the extent that the acceleration almost burdens his internal organs. The werewolf youth gritted his teeth and remained stoic, and finally managed to withstand the speed of the iron cavalry, which can easily break the speed of sound. It took him about an hour to travel from Cairo to the outskirts of Ankara. At this time, Bedivere has slowed down the speed of the iron cavalry, in the same way, in order to avoid stimulating the elephants.

The scenery here is almost the same as in Bedivere's memory. The village built in the giant tree forest has not changed much. After all, people use tree trunks to build their houses. It is strange how much architecture can change over the years.

Below the giant woods is a huge swamp, and of course the iron cavalry can't land in that kind of place. It was easy for Bedivere to find a huge empty space in the giant wood forest, which could be used for landing his iron cavalry. This so-called piece of air is actually the trunk of a towering ancient tree that has long since been withered, cut into a stump. The dense growth rings on it are clearly visible, indicating that the original owner of this stump is at least an ancient tree that is tens of thousands of years old. No one knows what magical technique the elephants used to cut such a huge towering ancient tree horizontally, and no one knows how the elephants polished the remaining stump of the cross-cut ancient wood so flatly into a huge platform. . People only know that this thing exists.

After Bedivere stopped the cavalry, the guards of the Elephant Race surrounded him with torches. The giant elephant man who took the lead asked, "Who is visiting Ankara late at night like this? What is the purpose of your visit?"

"My name is Bedivere, and I am a friend of Saifel and Seglade." Bedivere took out the recommendation letter from his arms, and also took out a small dagger in a sheath and handed it to the other party: "And I have a token that I want to give to your elder Tut."

"Oh?" The giant Elephant Man who took the lead resulted in Bedivere's recommendation letter and the dagger. If you don't open a letter of recommendation, you don't know the content, and as people pay more attention to practical actions than rhetoric, you can imagine how useful a letter of recommendation can be. But the small dagger shocked the giant elephant man. He sighed and turned away immediately: "Wait here, I'll be right back."

Bediver nodded and waited patiently.

As large as people are, they should move as slowly as they are. However, this was not the case in reality. The elephant-man guard ran out very fast, and it took less than ten minutes to return after finishing his work.

"Come with me. The elder wants to see you."

"Sure. My vehicle—" Bedivere asked as he followed.

"We will take the responsibility to transport your cavalry to a place where it can be sheltered from the wind and rain." The Elephant Man guarded the road.

"That would be great." The werewolf youth replied calmly.

About ten minutes later, Bedivere was arranged to wait in front of a large tree house. He knew that this tree house, which seemed to have a simple structure but was heavily fortified with the strongest wooden supports, was in the middle of nowhere. It is the room of the great elder Tut. It had been about seven years, and Bedivere had some doubts that Tut was old and confused. However, as people have long lived, or perhaps Bedivere's doubts are completely unreasonable, the current Tut is exactly the same as the elder Tut seven years ago. But no matter what, people in the whole world have forgotten the existence of Bedivere because of the influence of the [Fourth Miracle]. Even the Great Elder is no exception. It is impossible for Tut to recognize Bedivere. The elder Tut, whom Bedivere will meet next, is basically a stranger to the werewolf youth.

"Come in." Tut's voice came from the tree house: "The guards also go down, there is no need for you to guard here. This is not the etiquette of the Turks to welcome their families."

Family? Shouldn't...

Bediver didn't say anything, waiting silently for the other elephant guards to come out of the tree house, and then he walked into the tree house himself. In fact, only the first half of the tree house is built with wooden boards and other structures. The real part of the house is directly hollowed out from the trunk of the towering ancient trees in the Turkic Everglades, and then laid with wooden boards after the treatment of insect-proof and moisture-proof. Ancient trees are inherently strong, and these towering ancient trees are still alive. Their trunks can stay motionless even under the weight of elephants, which is very suitable for these huge orcs to live in. Just inside the well-kept tree house, Tutan, the elder elephant, was smoking a dry cigarette while playing with the small dagger that Bedivere had handed over, looking at it carefully.

The entire room is haunted by the haze of dry smoke. The two cavities dug directly on the tree trunk as windows are too small to be used for ventilation, so the smoke in the room dissipates much slower than it accumulates, and this room has become the current Smoky look. Like people who like to smoke, whether it is shisha or dry tobacco they smoke, but their preference seems to be more dry tobacco. Because in a humid and mosquito-infested place like the Everglades, smoking isn't just for pleasure, it also provides the added benefit of repelling mosquitoes to your home.

"Interesting, very interesting." Elder Tut didn't react after seeing Bedivere, still lying in the same position. He actually took the small dagger to the side of the fire plate and observed it carefully, watching the light reflected by the dagger with special structure.

"Is it a dagger made of hydra teeth. This is a token that the Turkic elephant people got in their coming-of-age ceremony. And the most interesting thing is that this dagger was made by me." Tut said slowly, his tone was calm, Exactly the same speed as he was smoking a dry cigarette.

"Oh, Great Elder, are you so sure?" Bedivere asked tentatively.

"Of course." Tut poked his finger at a small dent near the hilt of the Hydratooth dagger's blade: "This dent is a deliberate mark I left for my work. This mark I am the only one who knows how to engrave the dagger, and no one else in the world can imitate it. It is enough to prove that this dagger is my creation."

The elder shook the cigarette rod of the dry cigarette on the fire plate, letting the burned soot fall on the fire plate, then he sat up and looked at Bedivere seriously: "This Eski Young Mo people. You said your name was Bedivere, right?"

The werewolf youth nodded.

"It's weird. It's weird." The elder put Bedivere's dagger into the sheath, and pondered, "How many years has it been? The last time I made this kind of thing for a young man who successfully passed the bar. The token, it should have been at least seven years ago. Seven years ago. It was a wonderful year. In that year, a young man, an underage tiger man, came to the Turkic Everglades. He said He wanted to stay here and live. According to the regulations, he attended our Turkic manhood ceremony. He defeated the Swamp Hydra alone, and we made him a warrior, allowed him to join the Turks, and recognized him as an adult elephant identity.

Yes yes yes. It should be that time.

It's a rare occasion for me to make a token for a young man who passed the rite of passage, and a token for an alien. When he took the token in his hand, he was a part of our Turkic elephant people, a family member. "

Tutan took another puff of dry cigarettes and continued: "But it's strange. The [token] should have only made one piece. After all, only the young man of the Fierce Fang (tiger) tribe passed the rite of passage. Humans. But according to the corpses of the Hydra that were left, there were far fewer of the top-grade Hydra teeth that were used. That is, at least more than one tooth was used up, making [ Token]. This matter has always been an unsolved mystery in the village. Some people say who stole the snake teeth to enrich themselves, but after a long period of verification, we found that everyone in the village is innocent. "

The patriarch looked at the werewolf youth: "According to the conclusion of the investigation, the prisoners who [stealed] a large number of Snake Teeth back then could only be outsiders. It was possible to allow an outsider of unknown origin to steal from the village. It would be a shame for the village to spread such a large amount of valuable weapon material ~IndoMTL.com~, so since that investigation, everyone has kept silent about it. But it is strange, Mr. Bedivere.

If that despicable outlander just [stole] Hydra's fangs, the stolen material is only the state of the material, and it can never be the processed form. But from the current situation, the dagger in my hand has been processed, and I personally processed it to make it a compliant [token]. Its shape is slightly different from the token I gave to the little tiger, and I believe they are not the same. That's even weirder. Because I haven't processed more than a handful of [token] memories. Where did this [token] that seemed to be stolen but hand-crafted by me come from? Can you explain? "

"Even if I say it, you won't believe it." Bedivere smiled wryly.

"Really." The elder suddenly pointed at Bedivere with a dagger: "It's really suspicious. It's too suspicious! Maybe I should order someone to imprison you and torture you to extort your confession, so that you spit out your secrets? "

Bediver clenched his fists forcefully, a drop of cold sweat on his forehead.

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