Light Spirit Epic Chapter 758: Blood battle in the evil domain (4)

Chapter 758 Bloody Battle to the Evil Domain

The flame shock wave set off by the strong explosion, the heat can almost cook people!

"Wow!" The werewolf got up and looked at the fading fireball in the air for the first time. "Yan**shou*.. I have used all the tricks that can be used, that thing should be dead! ? If the dark spirit can't die, the problem is big!

Pop! The fireball subsided completely. The black fog in the air also completely disappeared.

Dark spirits have been eliminated!

"Oh, thank God!" The werewolf lay down again wearily, finally able to relax and catch his breath.

The explosion just now was clearly not a natural occurrence. No matter how powerful the flame tornado is, it is impossible to gather into a fireball and explode in that form.

Bediver squinted at Evan. The guy was also crushed to the ground by the shock wave of the explosion, and he didn't get up at this time.

The werewolf understood everything in an instant.

It was Ivan, who used his palms incarnated by the storm to tightly grasp the fire tornado, compressing the flames into a ball, creating a strong explosion effect! He probably also knew that the heat of the fire tornado alone might not be able to kill the dark spirit, so he did extra tricks, right?

Even this guy is hostile, but he helps a lot at a critical moment. And it was the moment the werewolf shot the fire tornado that he understood it, the giant manipulating the air, combined with such a powerful effect! What a wit!

Perhaps I should thank him?

Clap! Elaine, who was covered in blood, also fell to the ground and turned back into a white bear. There are more than a dozen fist-sized holes in his body, which were left over from the death battle just now. Ordinary people have already died a dozen times, but the powerful regeneration ability of the white bear allowed him to save his life.

Evan got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and at the same time subconsciously reached out and pushed the frame of his glasses: "What an unpleasant day. There's no winning or losing bet, even a draw. I don't have time to spend with you, goodbye."

The werewolf remained silent, watching the half-dragon youth fly away. He retrieved the [Sacred Tree Seed] from the boat beside him and looked back at Albert and Elaine: "Let's go back too."

A nasty day! "Albert is still trying to retrieve his lost Snow Ape Bone Sword from the underground river, but the river is so fast that the sword appears to have been washed away.

"El, let's go back and divide the treasure! If you grab a lot of good things in the treasure, you don't need that kind of sword!" urged the werewolf.

"But that's a weapon that I've worked so hard to collect and crafted for a long time! It's not just a weapon, it's a status symbol!"

Bediver poured down a bucket of cold water: "It was just a **** weapon, and it was lost."

"Damn!" The big cat emerged from the water and slapped the water irritably.

Albert has a very stubborn temper. It was absolutely impossible for him to accept Bedivere's alms for no reason.

The werewolf murmured inwardly. Everything that can be done has been done, and now the only problem left is to find a reason that Albert can accept to give the [Sacred Tree Seed] to this stupid tiger.

"Well, what about this child?" Elaine carried the child who was hiding outside the pier again.

"Elaine, would you please send him to a nearby shelter when you go back?" The werewolf washed his face by the river bank and removed the blood on his face: "Don't worry, the treasure will be given to you fairly. ."

"Okay, okay." The white bear doesn't seem to care about the treasure, he just wants to send the kid who was kidnapped by the cult back to a safe place as soon as possible.

Afternoon. The werewolf Bedivere and the tiger man Albert went back to find Olin, while the white bear man acted alone, went to the shelter of the Knights of the North, and returned the rescued boy.

After returning to the hotel with Olin's teleportation technique, the werewolf directly shared the treasures in the room to show justice.

He took out his storage ring, Elaine's storage ring, and the storage backpack he got in the treasure room, and arranged all the treasures on the floor for Albert to see.

"Wow, I got a lot of goodies." Landlord Senezer peeked in from outside the door.

"Please don't come in, if there is a single gold coin here, I will trouble you." The werewolf warned, he already knew the greedy nature of the landlord, and it is better to take precautions against this kind of guy.

"It's stingy. I'll just watch it here." The landlord was obviously reluctant to leave.

The werewolf snorted, closed the door, blocked the door with his back, and said to Albert: "If you like something, you can pick it first. I lost a sword for this mission. , you deserve the best of the bunch."

This is, of course, just the rhetoric of a werewolf. The [Sacred Tree Seed] was also quietly placed in the treasure pile, along with other swords and sharp weapons. Albert, who has seen the power of the [Sacred Tree Seed], should have chosen that thing as his first priority, right?

Albert, this idiot, kept looking back and forth in the array of weapons, and finally picked up a sword with a good enchantment that looked extremely sharp.

(How low is this kid's IQ!)

Bedivere couldn't take it any longer and finally spoke up: "Why not pick that tree species? That thing can be a very powerful weapon, wielded as a whip, and used to land mines, bombs, and even shields---"

"I know." Albert fumbled with his newly acquired sword, disapprovingly said, "But that thing looks horrible. You forget how the high priest died?"

In addition to being shot to death by Ivan, the high priest also had a lot of "credits" for the seed of the holy tree. The vines it conjured entangled the high priest, and the spikes that suddenly popped out of the vines opened thousands of blood-letting holes in the high priest.

That kind of murder is really brutal. But when they deal with the enemy, they never have to talk face to face. Why can't it be brutal?

"That thing is too dangerous. What if he loses control and entangles me one day, piercing countless holes in me?" Albert squinted at the [Sacred Tree Seed] on the ground: "Olin said that you need to communicate with these species in order to borrow their power, right? I can't hear the sound of this species at all. ......Sorry, Brady, it looks like I don't use it. talent. It suits you better."

(What is this?)

(After a hard day, I almost died under the claws of the dark spirit, isn't it just for you to help the boy to strengthen his strength?!)

(Simply pushed away my pains?!)

Bedivere was angry and helpless, and he scolded Albert a thousand times in his heart, complaining that the dead tiger couldn't support the wall with mud.

But Albert was right. If he doesn't even have the ability to communicate with the sacred tree seed, he cannot use the tree seed.

The werewolf still didn't give up: "That kind of thing can be learned, you see, Olin will learn it the day after tomorrow------"

"Not at all." But the old man Senezel outside the door interrupted Bedivere: "The ability to communicate with tree species is a talent that can never be learned through training. Look at me. My granddaughter can use tree seeds because she can use them as soon as she is born. But I can't, and I can't communicate with tree seeds after practicing all my life."

Bedivere was left speechless.

Looking at the stunned werewolf, the tiger showed a helpless and slightly relieved look: "So, Bedi, I'll leave this thing to you, I can't use it. The guy who doesn't make it is unkillable. The guy, even if you try to put your power in my palm, I will..."

He saw through Bedivere's plan from the start. The werewolf wanted to help Albert secretly, so he did this series of things, but in the end it was nothing.

The more he tries to help Albert, the more it hurts Tiger's self-esteem. However, Al endured all this and continued to play the scene with the werewolf.

Bedivere's face begins to contort, revealing a **** of great pain. He has inadvertently hurt his friend deeply, but he thought it was all good for Al.

He's really just an arrogant stupid wolf. He and Ivan and Tristan are actually the same, subconsciously treating Albert as an idiot and trash.

I'm sorry..." The werewolf blushed and felt ashamed.

"You don't need to apologize. I understand your kindness." Tiger said leniently, "But please don't help me. I'll handle my own affairs. I'm no longer a child. , you don't need to be **hearted everywhere. You are just my friend, not my mother."

"I just want to help..."

"You don't need to help me. If I'm really incompetent and get slapped on the Knights of the Round Table exam, that's my own business." Albert didn't seem to blame the werewolf, but calmed down Said: "So, don't worry about me anymore, ok meow?"

"You know shit." The werewolf whispered, "How could I leave you alone."

"Why meow?" Albert turned his doubts into words and asked bluntly: "My business has nothing to do with you. /

"Because..." Bedivere's words caught in his throat.

However Albert could have spared the werewolf. He questioned loudly, and today he is bound to ask a result: "Because what?!"

"...because you're my friend!" Bedivere whispered in embarrassment, "I can't stand you being treated as an idiot, you deserve respect!

Because I know you! You deserve better and more! You are not trash! "

Albert turned his face away, unable to look directly at Bedivere: "Stop talking. I don't even know myself."

"But I know you! You were a little idiot who fainted at the sight of blood when you were young. Your clansmen laughed at you as a coward and thought you were trash.

But you! It's you, scarred, still trying to fight the Swamp Hydra! You have overcome your fear of blood because you have true courage! You are so cute and brave, why should you be despised and regarded as an idiot by them? I don't agree, never! ! "

The tiger turned and looked at the werewolf in surprise: "But how did you------"

"I watched and saw it all!!" Even though it might be considered a lunatic or a liar, the werewolf said it: "In the spring of AD 519, from that day on, in the house of Patriarch Roble, I've seen you! We've been friends since then!! You just forgot about me!"

"Bedie..." Albert looked at the werewolf with an incredible look.

(It doesn't work. It's dead.)

Bedivere now regrets saying it all on a whim.

Albert would have thought Bedivere who told the truth, like Ivan, was a lunatic.

Things that do not exist in memory have never been born.

When the whole world has forgotten Bedivere, no matter how the werewolf can explain it, it will be hard to argue!

When Albert looked at Bedivere with puzzled and confused eyes, the werewolf had slowly stepped back a few steps to the door, and was about to turn away and never appear in front of Albert again. .

Because, he can no longer face Albert.

"No! Don't run!" Al stopped Brady: "Don't run!...Trust you!"

What? "Bediver was dumbfounded. How could a normal person believe such baseless nonsense?

Things that do not exist in memory have never been born!

"I believe you!" Albert looked at the werewolf with a subtle deity: "What you say may be crazy, maybe completely illogical, and it may even sound like nonsense. But, I want to believe it. !"

True friends are beyond logic.

"Please let me believe that we were friends!" Tiger whispered sincerely: "Because, to believe in friends, there is no need for a reason!"

Bediver covered his mouth, trying to keep himself from exclaiming or whimpering.

He also tried hard to hold back his tears, not wanting to cry in front of others.

But he did a poor job. that's too bad. Tears were still pouring out uncontrollably.

The only remedy he could do was cover his entire face with his hands to make himself look less embarrassed.

However, tears continue to run down the cheeks.

His tears dripped to the ground, seeping into the carpet, turning the gray carpet a dull gray.

Albert turned his face away in embarrassment, trying not to look at Bedivere.

"When this is over...I want to hear your story. From beginning to end, your story.

Even though I can't quite believe it, even though it might be a crazy story, I'll still try to believe that it's true.

------Can you meow, Brady? "

(Certainly.)

(When this is all over ~IndoMTL.com~ I will tell you everything without reservation.)

(Then, let's sit by the fire and have a beer and reminisce.)

(To my dearest friend, Albert.)

Friends don't come and go.

There are some people in this world who can indeed become your lifelong confidants and lifelong friends.

------You just have to learn to [believe].

"So, Brady?" Albert's words turned, a sly light oozing from his eyes: "Since we are friends, yours is mine, and mine is still mine. Even if your share The treasure is mine too, and I don't think you'll mind, right?"

Bediver wiped away her tears instantly, and looked at Albert with extremely cold eyes, as if looking at the worst scum in the world: "Go to hell, bastard!" () "Lightning Walk" Biography" only represents the views of the author Raven D Vixas. If you find any content that violates national laws, please delete it. The stand is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform. 【】,thank you all!