The voice was distant and ethereal, like clouds or haze, floating into the minds of the two of them invisibly and colorlessly.
~Come here, into the center of the forest.~
It was still a telepathy technique. Because it was a telepathy technique that was transmitted directly into everyone's minds, it had no sound source. Even Ivan shook his head, unable to determine the location of that thing.
But a "road" lit up out of thin air on the ground. It was a forest path composed of countless bioluminescent mushrooms, and full of cyan-blue light along the way.
It can't be said to be spooky, but it exudes a strange and dangerous atmosphere.
"This is definitely a trap, Your Majesty." Ivan advised worriedly.
The King of Knights looked disapproving: "Since my opponent has already issued a challenge, even though I know it is a trap, I must go and meet him."
He patted his shoulders, extinguished the last bit of low-temperature flames on his body, and arranged his equipment: "Let's go. I've had enough hide-and-seek tonight, and it's time to put an end to it all."
"I really can't stand it..." The half-dragon young man sighed, patted a few times to get rid of the dust stuck to his body, and followed the King of Knights away.
It was also in the forest in Quarantine Zero, in the west wing of the forest, about thirty minutes ago.
Bedivere and Tristan walked in the forest in silence, and the atmosphere was very solemn. The two were already at odds and had no common language, and now that they were alone, the atmosphere would be better.
That's weird.
And they both promised King Arthur that they would not quarrel with each other during the mission. When these two guys were together, they would only quarrel. If they couldn't quarrel, they couldn't even start a conversation, so they had to stay silent.
.
The forest was already quiet, and besides, there were no enemies along the way, so it was really boring. Bedivere finally couldn't stand it anymore, and said as if he was looking for trouble: "Oh, by the way, I'll give this back to you."
He took out two L-shaped iron rods from his pocket and handed them to Tristan. They were the mermaid tribe's treasures, metal detectors.
Before, King Arthur asked Bedivere to use these two metal detectors to find the City of the Dead, but the werewolf found the golden treasure ship---the Desert Ark. As a result, in the chaos, the werewolf never had time to find the two metal detectors.
The iron rods were returned to their owner, the fishman prince Tristan.
Now that the two of them were alone and lacked something to talk about, Bedivere happened to remember this thing, so he took it out and returned it to its original owner.
"Oh." Tristan took the two L-shaped irons and took a quick look at them. After confirming that they were not damaged, the fishman prince stole a glance at the back of the werewolf walking in front, and muttered to himself: "I'm here.
I still can't figure it out. These two metal detectors are obviously precision instruments, and they will only react to people with the blood of the mermaid royal family flowing in their bodies. Why can a guy like you use them?"
"I'm really sorry that a guy like me can use them." Bedivere replied depressingly. He didn't want to quarrel, so he replied feebly, so as not to offend the fragile fish-man prince.
Nervous, make the other party go crazy.
But the werewolf finally figured something out. Tristan used "blood" before, but this time he said "blood". Thanks to this, Bedivere figured out the real reason why he can use these two metal detectors.
reason.
"Could it be you---" Seeing that Bedivere remained silent, Tristan began to make random guesses: "Do you really have the blood of the mermaid royal family? Your mother is a mermaid?"
"No, that's not right..." Before Bedivere could answer, Tristan immediately denied his conjecture: "The mermaid tribe will only give birth to mermaids or fishmen. Even if you are born as a fishman (male mermaid)
Even if you are born with an identity, it is impossible to turn into a dog------"
"It's a wolf. Do you want to quarrel?" A faint blue vein appeared on the werewolf's forehead. Of course, no one could see this vein: "I am a pure-blood werewolf. My parents are both werewolves. They have nothing to do with mermaids."
It's a good relationship. You don't have to waste time guessing."
"but---"
"The reason is actually very simple. It's that your two stupid iron rods are broken. Before they fell into my hands, their ability to identify identities was already abnormal. Therefore, they don't care whether I have mermaid royal blood or not. Whatever
Just provide me with services."
The fishman prince shook his head: "That's nonsense. Ivan obviously didn't react when he held this..."
"Don't worry about these details!" The werewolf was too lazy to continue arguing with Tristan and just said it casually.
"Huh!" Tristan looked very dissatisfied, but he didn't get angry. He promised not to quarrel with the werewolf, and he would do it.
Click! When the two were distracted while talking, Tristan happened to step on something. His feet made a sound like sharp scissors hitting something, which was very scary!
"Damn it!" Tristan cursed angrily and looked down.
There is some kind of huge plant like a Venus flytrap lurking on the ground. Its fat, serrated leaves have already clamped Tristan's left foot! The strong force even caused the sharp needles on the leaves to penetrate!
Fortunately, the fishman prince was wearing a suit of well-made armor. His leg armor came in handy at this juncture, blocking the spikes of the Venus flytrap to a great extent!
Otherwise, one step on the trap would be enough to break the fishman prince's left leg!
"Ouch! Ouch! Damn thing!" Tristan was still yelling in pain. At this moment, he acted like a gangster and did not reflect the noble prince demeanor at all.
"Don't move!" Bedivere looked at the huge Venus flytrap, trying to find a way to free Tristan. But it was clamped very tightly. If you move it casually, it would probably only irritate it and make it clamp even tighter.
Tighten and crush Tristan's left foot.
Burn it with fire? No. If the fire spreads, it will probably burn the Venus flytrap to charcoal along with the fish-man prince's left foot.
Neither prying nor burning allowed Bedivere to have any idea.
On the contrary, it was the fishman prince who took the initiative to save himself: "Get out of the way, I will find a way myself!"
He gritted his teeth and drew out his long sword. It was a well-made long sword with some kind of plug-in installed on it, giving it a very high-tech feel.
Without saying a word, Tristan pierced the gap between the flytraps with his sword. With a prick, the flytraps were stimulated and immediately clamped tighter.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" The fish-man prince still howled in a lowly manner, and reluctantly pulled the trigger on the hilt of the sword.
Squeak!! A sharp and long sound of gas burst out, and white liquid nitrogen shot out from the hole of the insert along the sword body and hit the Venus flytrap.
This plug-in turns out to be a device that sprays freezing mist. Tristan seems to have a special liking for weapons with freezing properties and has been using similar things.
He also had a soft spot for another weapon. The fish-man prince pulled the other trigger on the hilt of the sword, buzz! A sharp roar sounded, and the entire long sword became like a tuning fork. However, it was not pronouncing.
, it actually caused a burst of super vibration in the microscopic world, vibrating back and forth with an astonishing frequency and extremely small amplitude!
Bang! The flytrap holding Tristan's left foot fell apart instantly, and the fish-man prince escaped smoothly! Freezing the object and then using super vibration to smash it into pieces is one of Tristan's good tactics. This is
It is just the simplest physical phenomenon, without any magical changes. However, it is also very simple and violent, and is effective against most opponents. It is an almost omnipotent strategy.
Bedivere was a little worried that Tristan's left foot would also be shattered, but his worries were unnecessary. The fishman prince's body has amazing cold resistance, and the liquid nitrogen freezing gas just now could not freeze his feet.
.Blood is still flowing in his left foot, and his body has a certain degree of flexibility and will not collapse under high-frequency vibrations. On the contrary, his leg armor---an armor made of some kind of super hard alloy---has been exposed to the cold
After interfering with the high-frequency vibration, it shattered all over the ground, ending up like the Venus flytrap.
"What a pity." Bedivere muttered. It was originally a well-made armor, but it was unexpectedly damaged like this.
"It's not a pity at all." Tristan removed the broken fragments of the armor from his left leg and wrapped the injured left foot with the bandage from the medical bag he carried: "It has been punctured and damaged. Even if you continue to wear something like that, it will still be damaged."
It will only affect actions."
However, his right foot was still wearing a leg armor, which was heavy and light at the same time, which greatly affected the balance of the body. The fish-man prince simply removed the leg armor on his right foot and wrapped it thickly with a bandage. He was now as if he was wearing a pair of light weights.
The "bandage shoes" look a little funny.
"I thought you were a respectable prince..." the werewolf complained in a low voice.
"What's the use of being dignified in a ghost place like this where no one can see it." Tristan replied coldly: "It's good now, I don't have any leg protection equipment anymore. I'll be caught in the same trap next time."
If you arrive, you will definitely lose a leg. You'd better think of a way to prevent this situation."
"Is it my responsibility?" Bedivere felt extremely aggrieved.
"Of course it's your responsibility, you useless stupid wolf! Originally, Ivan was in charge of guarding, but Ivan and His Majesty King Arthur teamed up. Now it's you who are in charge of guarding. You'd better come up with a plan as soon as possible.
Come!"
"But, what should we do..." The werewolf tilted his head and thought. If he was alone, the matter would be much simpler. He could use the tungsten turtle tongue whip to swing back and forth on the tree.
There was no need to land. But now that there was an extra burden, it was impossible for him to carry Tristan on his back and swing together, so he had to find another way.
The werewolf tightened his grip on his whip and suddenly thought of a solution.