2105. Chapter 2105 The embers are destroyed in the dawn (37)
Chapter 2105: Ember is destroyed at dawn thirty-seven
At the same time, within Turkic territory.
An iron cavalry is flying in the night sky, and the three engines at its tail are emitting tail flames at the same time, with a light blue light. When three engines are started at the same time, it is three times the speed of an ordinary iron cavalry under normal circumstances. How fast is it?
It's easy to imagine. And Bediville sets off directly from the Red Sea, and it's not that far from the Red Sea to the Turkic Swamp.
Originally, the werewolf youth had some scruples and did not dare to use the three engines to accelerate at the same time. But the night was getting darker, and he was also heading east, and there would be a time difference of about an hour when crossing the time zone. Bediwell knew that elephants go to bed early.
A clan that gets up early, and a curfew will be implemented after a certain period of time in the evening. If he arrives in Turkic Ankara on a cavalry too late, or arrives in a state of riding a cavalry, his actions will definitely stimulate the elephants.
People were not easy to talk to at that time. So he used three engines to go at full speed from the beginning, with the goal of reaching Ankara before eight o'clock in the evening.
In fact, his worries were completely unnecessary. The propulsion of the three-engine iron cavalry was more powerful than he imagined, so powerful that the acceleration almost burdened his internal organs. The werewolf youth gritted his teeth and remained stoic.
, it was difficult for him to withstand the speed of the iron cavalry, which could easily break the speed of sound. It took him more than an hour to reach the outskirts of Ankara from Cairo. At this time, Bediwell had already slowed down the speed of the iron cavalry. Likewise,
This is to avoid irritating people.
The scenery here is still almost the same as what Bediville remembered. The villages built in the giant forest have not changed much. After all, people use tree trunks to build houses, relying entirely on the blessings of nature. Their buildings can be built in the forest.
It would be strange to see any drastic changes in these years.
There is a huge swamp under the giant wood forest. Of course, the cavalry cannot land in that place. Bediwell easily found a huge clearing in the giant wood forest, which can be used to land his cavalry. This area
The so-called air is actually the trunk of a towering ancient tree that has long since died, cross-sectioned into a tree stump. The densely packed growth rings on it are clearly visible, indicating that the original owner of this tree stump is at least an ancient tree that is tens of thousands of years old.
No one knows what magical techniques the elephants used to cross-cut such a huge towering ancient tree. No one knows how the elephants polished the remaining stumps of the cross-cut ancient trees into a huge tree so smoothly.
platform. People only know that this thing exists.
After Bediwell stopped the iron cavalry, the Elephant Man clan guards gathered around with torches. The leader of the giant Elephant Man asked as soon as he opened his mouth: "Who is visiting Ankara in such a late night? Are you here?
What's the purpose?"
"My name is Bedivere, and I am a friend of Saifer and Seglade." Bedivere took out the letter of recommendation from his arms, and at the same time took out a small dagger in his sheath and handed it to the other party: "And I
I have a token that I want to give to your Great Elder Tutan."
"Oh?" The giant elephant man who took the lead finally found Bedivere's recommendation letter and the dagger. If you don't open the recommendation letter and read it, you won't know the content, and like people pay more attention to practical actions than rhetoric, what can a recommendation letter have?
You can imagine its usefulness. But the small dagger shocked the giant elephant man. He sighed and immediately turned around and left: "Wait here, I'll be back soon."
Bedivere nodded and waited patiently.
The elephants were huge, and their movements should have been as slow as their bodies. However, this was not the case. The elephant guard ran out very quickly, and it only took less than ten minutes for him to return after finishing his work.
"Come with me. The great elder wants to see you."
"Of course. My vehicle," Bedivere asked as he followed.
"We will take responsibility and transport your cavalry to a place where it can be protected from wind and rain." The Elephant Man guarded.
"That would be perfect." The werewolf young man replied calmly.
About ten minutes later, Bediwell 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 reinforced with the strongest wooden supports, belonged to the great elder.
Tutan's room. They haven't seen each other for about seven years. Bediwell is a little suspicious that Tutan has become old and confused. But as people are already very long-lived, or maybe Bediwell's doubts are completely unreasonable, and Tutan is still alive now.
He is exactly the same as the Great Elder Tutan seven years ago. But no matter what, everyone in the world has forgotten the existence of Bedivere because of the influence of [The Fourth Miracle]. Even the Great Elder is no exception. Tutan is impossible.
He recognized Bedivere. Tutan, the great elder whom Bedivere was going to meet next, was basically a stranger to the werewolf young man.
"Come in." Tutan's voice came from the tree house: "Guards, go down too. There is no need for you to guard this place. This is not the etiquette of Turks welcoming their families."
Family? Maybe?
Bediwell said nothing, silently waiting for the other elephant guards to come out of the tree house, and then he walked into the tree house. In fact, only the front half of the tree house was made of wooden boards and other structures.
The residence is built by directly hollowing out a piece of the trunk of a towering ancient tree in the Turkic Swamp, and then laying wooden boards after being treated to prevent insects and moisture. The ancient trees are very strong to begin with, and these towering ancient trees are still alive, and their trunks are even in the
The elephant people can remain motionless even under the "torture" of their weight, which is very suitable for these huge orcs to live in. Inside the neatly maintained tree house, Tutan, the elder of the elephant people, was smoking a dry cigarette and playing with the shells with his hands.
Deville looked at the small dagger he handed over carefully.
The entire room was filled with smoke from dry cigarettes. The two holes dug directly into the tree trunks as windows were too small to be used for ventilation, so the smoke in the room dissipated much slower than it accumulated.
If there are too many, the room will be as smoky as it is now. People like to smoke, whether it is hookah or dry tobacco, but their preference seems to be more dry tobacco. This is because the Everglades is humid and full of mosquitoes.
In places where smoking is not only for pleasure, it also provides the additional effect of repelling mosquitoes in the residence.
"Interesting, very interesting." Elder Tutan didn't react at all after seeing Bedivere, still lying in the same position. He actually took the small dagger to the fire plate and observed it carefully.
Look at the light reflected from the dagger with a special structure.
"Is it a dagger made of Hydra teeth? This is a token that the Turkic people get as part of their coming-of-age ceremony. And the most interesting thing is that this dagger is from my hand." Tutan said slowly, speaking at a gentle pace, and twitching with him
Dry tobacco spits out smoke at exactly the same speed.
"Oh, Great Elder, are you so sure?" Bedivere asked deliberately and tentatively.
"Of course." Tutan poked a small dent on the blade of the Hydra fang dagger near the handle with his finger: "This dent is the mark I deliberately left for my work. The method of carving this mark
Only I know it, and no one in the world can imitate it except me. It is enough to prove that this dagger is my creation."
The great elder shook the dry tobacco stem on the fire plate, letting the burnt ash fall on the fire plate. Then he sat up and looked at Bediwell seriously: "This Eskimo tribe member
Young man, you said your name was Bediwell, right?"
The werewolf young man nodded.
"It's weird. It's really weird." The great elder put Bediwell's dagger into its sheath, holding his chin and thinking: "How many years have it been? The last time I made this kind of token for the young people who successfully passed the coming-of-age ceremony, it should be
It was at least seven years ago. Seven years ago. It was a wonderful year. In that year, a young man came to the Turkic Swamp, a tiger man who was not yet an adult. He said he wanted to stay
Living here. According to regulations, he participated in the coming of age ceremony of our Turks. He defeated the Swamp Hydra alone. We regarded him as a warrior, allowed him to join the Turks, and recognized his identity as an adult elephant man.
.
Yes, yes. It should be that time.
It is a rare occasion for me to make a token for a young person who has passed the coming-of-age ceremony, and it is also for a foreigner. When he holds that token in his hand, he becomes a member of our Turkic Elephants and a family member."
Tutan took another puff of dry cigarette and continued: "But it's strange. There should be only one [token] made. After all, the only one who passed the coming-of-age ceremony was the only young man from the Fierce Tooth (Tiger) tribe. But
According to the remains of the Hydra corpses, much less of the finest Hydra teeth were used. In other words, at least more than one snake tooth was used to make a [token].
This matter has always been an unsolved mystery in the village. Some people said that who stole the snake teeth to enrich himself, but after a long investigation, we found that everyone in the village was innocent."
The patriarch looked at the werewolf youth: "According to the conclusion of the investigation, the criminals who [stole] a large number of snake teeth back then can only be foreigners. How could a foreigner of unknown origin steal such a large number of snake teeth from the village?"
It is a valuable weapon material. If this matter spreads, it will be a shame to the village. Therefore, since the investigation, everyone has never talked about it. But it is strange, Mr. Bedivere.
If that despicable foreigner just [stole] the fangs of the Hydra, the stolen materials are only in the state of materials and cannot be in a processed form. But judging from the current situation
, but the dagger in my hand has been processed, and I processed it myself, making it a qualified [token]. Its shape is slightly different from the token I gave to the little tiger,
I believe they are not the same one. That is even more strange. Because I have no memory of processing more than one [Token]. This one seems to have been stolen, but it has been processed by my hands.
Where did it come from? Can you explain it?"
"Even if I say it, you won't believe it." Bedivere said with a bitter smile.
"Really." The great elder suddenly pointed a dagger at Bediwell: "It's really suspicious. So suspicious! Maybe I should order someone to lock you up and torture you to extract a confession, so that you can spit out all your secrets?"
Bedivere couldn't help but clenched his fists with all his strength, and a drop of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. (To be continued)