Light Spirit Epic Chapter 2147: Crimson at dawn (79)
Chapter 2147 Embers at dawn (seventy-nine)
"Hahaha, that's why you landed with your face, lying in the mud at the entrance of the village?"
About thirty minutes later, Tutan, the Turkic patriarch, looked at Bedivere, who was covered in mud and despair, and laughed unkindly.
"Ow...!" The werewolf youth scowled, wishing to kill everyone present. However, he calmed down anyway, picked up the towel prepared for him by the other elephant people, wiped his face, and wiped off the dirt on his face. The towels were soaked in hot water and smelled of refreshing herbs, not too bad.
"So, as a witness to this warrior's rite of passage, how did he behave?" Tut asked Bedivere, blowing a smoke ring.
"It sucks." The werewolf youth rolled his eyes at Eric, the counselor behind him, "It's not that he did nothing, he knew he was hiding in the east, and in the end he asked me to go out and clean up that swamp crocodile."
Of course he's telling lies, and it's a joke he's saying in a fit of rage. This is not a public revenge on Eric on purpose, absolutely not.
"Really? Very good." The Elephant Man Patriarch nodded to Eric and said jokingly, "The ability to use others skillfully is also the success of a great warrior. You are qualified. From today you are a Turk. A member of the family, congratulations."
"Wait, what?!" Bedivere protested, "It's unbelievable!"
Although he knew they were teasing each other, Tut pretended to be serious and asked Eric, "What are you going to do next? You have been granted unlimited access to the Turkic Marsh. freedom, although I don't recommend that you wander into the various magical realms of the Everglades, those places are too dangerous."
"No, the information I need to know has been inquired. There are other things to do next, so I will go back to Egypt first." Eric replied: "I plan to take this guy's iron ride and go back."
"Hey! I haven't agreed yet!" Bedivere angrily exclaimed.
"It's just a hitchhiker, do you need to be so stingy." Eric showed a cheeky face.
"Indeed, fellow Turkic people should take care of each other." Even Patriarch Tut was deliberately **** off Bedivere.
"Oooooooooooooooow------" the werewolf youth muttered in anger.
"Then let's go." Eric got up from the floor mat and prepared to leave.
"Uh, yes. This is for you." Before Bedivere left, Patriarch Tut threw another thing to the werewolf youth.
"This is?" Bedivere took the thing. The well-sealed wooden bottle should contain some kind of potion, but the amount is really small, probably only enough for one sip. The bottle itself is not as big as a slap, so you can imagine how much potion is inside.
"It's just some inconspicuous medicine. Didn't the little leopard's letter of introduction to me mention that you are going to participate in the finals of the round table trial competition? Then bring this spare. Maybe Whose life can I save?"
So it is. Although the patriarch said lightly that "this medicine may save a life", its actual effect is definitely more than that simple. Could it be said that this is the life-sustaining elixir of the Turkic Elephant People?
Bediver had heard of this before -- he had lived in the Turks for a while, so how could he have not heard the rumor of the elixir -- but the elephants never let He had seen this elixir in kind with his own eyes. It is said that the medicinal materials needed to prepare the spirit medicine are not easy to find. It is located in the deepest part of a certain magical realm in the Turks. Even if the medicinal materials are obtained, the process of preparing the elixir is long and full of variables. The time and temperature from the utensils used to cook the medicine to the cooking time and temperature have a huge impact on the finished product. A small mistake may save the elixir. become deadly poison.
Therefore, the preparation of a small drop of this elixir is enough to make people worry about it, and its annual output is also appalling. It can be said to be a rare product in the world. Relatively, its effect is also great, and there are even rumors that just a small drop of this medicine can make a dying person come alive immediately.
Although it is only enough to drink, the elixir in the small bottle in Bedivere's hand is actually worth the financial budget of a small country for a year.
Such a valuable thing was thrown to Bedivere so casually. Patriarch Tut is really big-hearted.
"Is this really good?" Bedivere sneered: "Maybe I'll keep this for myself, not for Zephyr and others?"
"That's your choice too." Tut said disapprovingly.
In a few minutes.
When the werewolf youth came over, he happened to see a few goblins from the Elephant Race jokingly running past him. It was estimated that they had just "watched" Bedivere's iron cavalry and fled after seeing the werewolf youth coming.
"Are you all ready?" The cheeky fellow, Eric, the strategist, jumped on the back of the cavalry and waited for Bedivere.
"You're quite proactive." Bedivere rolled his eyes at the guy.
"You should thank me. Those little devils poked around next to your cavalry just now, almost tearing down your precious cavalry. It was I who persuaded them to leave."
"Oh, thank you so much." Bedivere replied perfunctorily, jumped on the cavalry, and started the cavalry's engine: "I have a question. How did you get to Turkic alone before this? From the Everglades?"
"It flew by [Second Miracle] alone, of course." Eric replied without thinking.
"Wouldn't it be fine if you fly back by yourself? You have to ride on my iron cavalry?" Blue veins appeared on the forehead of the werewolf youth.
" It's so easy to say. Even if I use the [Second Miracle] to float my body, and even use the [Second Miracle] to generate propulsion to fly, there is a limit. Do you think my flight speed can be How fast? It took a whole day and a night to fly from Egypt."
"That's really hard work for you." Bedivere had the urge to kick Eric off the cavalry.
Eric ignored the sarcasm of the werewolf youth and continued to analyze: "You came to Turkic on this iron horse after you finished your last ring match yesterday, right? It took about six hours? Maybe less. ? So your iron cavalry is quite fast."
"Well, it's okay." Bedivere stepped on the accelerator, and the cavalry had risen from the platform and began to climb into the air. A few Elephant Man guards were watching curiously as Bedivere's iron cavalry lifted off.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to hitch this ride in vain. I can make it go faster," Eric added.
"Yes, as long as you like it." Bedivere didn't bother to argue with the other party, he vaguely knew what little Lawrence wanted to do. When his iron cavalry was raised to a safe height and would not collide with the huge trees in the Turkic Swamp, the werewolf youth also drove full power to accelerate the monster with three photon explosion engines.
Whoosh! ! The iron cavalry was advancing at full speed at an astonishing speed, and had already soared hundreds of feet. At this speed, it should probably be possible to return to Egypt before the early morning. Do not. There is still nearly an hour of time difference between Turkic and Cairo, and the estimated time to go back is estimated to be about an hour earlier.
"Not bad, this is strong enough." Eric, who was sitting in the back seat, hummed, and Bedivere also clearly felt that the speed of the cavalry had increased again. It should be the guy who used the [Second Miracle] to increase the propulsion of this cavalry.
How much faster the speed is, there is no way for Bedivere to measure it. The instrument panel on his iron cavalry actually measures the speed according to the speed of the engine, so the acceleration caused by the external force cannot be accurately measured. . But the werewolf youth estimated from the speed of the surrounding scenery, and the speed of the iron cavalry was estimated to be about one third higher. In this way, the iron cavalry should be able to return to Cairo within an hour or two, which is already a very satisfactory result. Bedivere is still covered in mud, and he can't wait to rush back to his boat to take a bath and get a good night's sleep. Big Lawrence said that he would introduce a profitable part-time job to Bedivere tomorrow, and it is estimated that tomorrow will be a tough day.
Speaking of how unlucky it has been recently, the more Bedivere thought about it, the more he wondered, why did he feel like he was being played by the Lawrence brothers in turn?
"Hey, look over there!" When the werewolf youth was thinking, Eric, the counselor behind him, suddenly called out.
"What?"
"Right down there! On the waters of the Mediterranean!" cried Eric.
Bediver looked over.
A white shadow passed over the sea, heading in the exact opposite direction of their cavalry. Because the relative speed of each other is so great, Bedivere didn't even see where the white shadow was, and it slipped away. Bedivere wanted to look back at the thing, but at the moment he looked back, the thing had turned into a white speck at the extreme distance of the sea level, and soon disappeared.
"What the **** is that?" The werewolf youth asked in confusion.
"You may not believe it --" Eric hummed: "But at that moment I seemed to see the figure of a wolf. The white wolf...on the sea Running white wolf!"
A white wolf? Although I have seen quite a few bizarre situations in my life, it would not surprise Bedivere more if such a thing happened. But he still froze subconsciously. The description of "white wolf" seemed to be familiar with someone in his memory, or it was basically that only that guy could meet the current conditions ~IndoMTL.com~ The possibility that it was someone else was extremely low.
The shadow of the white wolf who just ran past, shouldn't it be------
The boy named Mordred?
"Where is it heading?" Bedivere asked, "It doesn't look like a Turk."
"It's not the Turks." Eric turned his head to look at the direction in which the white wolf disappeared just now, and made an estimate based on the stars in the sky and the angle of the cavalry's advance: "It looks like it should be heading towards the Geek tribe (the Leopard tribe). )'s territory. No. Looking at the speed, it doesn't look like it intends to stop in the territory of the Geek tribe. Maybe it intends to be the territory of the Romani tribe (Foxmen)?"
"Romanes?" Bedivere hummed meaningfully. The fox people should have committed their own crimes. They were all wiped out seven years ago in an out-of-control experiment of Anzi, and the territory of the Romani tribe was also a barren ruin.
What does Mordred, the kid full of mysteries, run into a ruin in the middle of the night like this?
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