When Arthur woke up, it was already night in Elison's Pure Land. He dragged his body in severe pain up and checked the time on his phone.
Only more than two days have passed outside, but three days and two-thirds have passed in Elison. (The first day Arthur and the others came to Elison was at night, so it is roughly counted as one day here)
Elison's [day] only has eighteen hours, and day and night alternate every nine hours.
This pure land not only has less gravity than the earth, but also has less time in a day than the earth.
Why? The elves created such a subspace and turned it into an immortal world. Is it necessary to make so many changes? Such drastic changes in the law of cause and effect are required to maintain this subspace.
Aren’t there a lot of photons?
Or is there something fundamental that Arthur has been ignoring?
He endured the severe pain in his body and crawled out of bed. The pain was excruciating, as if his bones were falling apart. Although the injuries on his body had long since healed, the pain still lingered deep inside Arthur's body.
He looked at the dying Red Fire Dragon Evil Star beside him. The guy seemed to need more time to regenerate his severed limbs, and was now lying unconscious on the soft cushion. The White Frost Dragon Fairy Wea beside him was calmly speaking.
Watch.
Arthur walked outside. Seeing this, the White Frost Dragon suddenly said, "Aren't you going to say something?"
"No," Arthur said. Just leave the trouble alone, he thought to himself.
"Heartless guy." Xian Weiya said. Although Arthur said he didn't care, the dragon still said to himself: "Do you know why dragons like to fight among close relatives so much? They are obviously relatives, but they always fight.
You die and I live."
"...Because you are all idiots with excessive self-awareness." Arthur accused.
"No." White Frost Dragon Immortal Via lay down and covered half of her body with her wings, like a quilt, "Because we can't stand each other's breath. Probably to prevent the dragons from inbreeding. The more bloodline, the more
Relatives who are close to each other are more likely to feel each other's smell. If they are parents, that's okay, but if they are brothers and sisters, the other person's smell will become unbearable.
It’s not that Xixing and I don’t want to live in harmony, it’s just that we can’t stand each other’s breath and smell. When we stay together, we can’t help but want to fight.”
"...Oh, really?" Arthur said with a look of disapproval on his face.
"You also have the same annoying aura, Arthur." Bai Shuanglong said, he squinted his eyes and looked at Arthur, as if he wanted to see everything in this knight's blood, "My father is right, you really have the blood of my father."
Although the blood is very thin, that annoying aura is still lingering around. This is why I hate you so much."
Sure enough, this guy also overheard the conversation between Arthur and Dragon Emperor Titans.
Arthur shrugged: "You hate me so much and still want me to work together. It's really hard on you."
"The evil star must also hate you in the same way." Xian Weiya continued, "He must also feel that there is some similarity between your bloodline and his."
Arthur was silent.
"The evil star is not a bastard, that's for sure." Bai Shuanglong said paranoidly, "Even if my father said he was a bastard, I would never believe it. Because ------"
"I firmly believe that the queen mother will never be unfaithful to her father. Even if she is alienated by his father, she has never given up on loving him."
"Xianvia..."
"It may be a bit cliché to say this now." Xian Weiya lowered his voice, "But just as I love my mother, no matter how arrogant, arrogant, stupid, rude, clumsy, vulgar, and conciliatory this guy is,
The smell is disgusting...but I have never given up on this...brother.
So, Arthur, don't do anything to hurt the evil star. If you hurt him------I won't let you go."
No matter how much they hate each other, they are still brothers.
Arthur once thought that dragons were all ruthless big lizards. He once thought that these giant beasts were selfish, greedy, violent and cruel. But recently, his thoughts on dragons began to change.
Dragons are not much better than humans, and they are not much worse than humans. Humans just understand alien creatures with various prejudices and apply [pronouns] to these creatures one by one.
Human beings have never truly understood this world.
At the same time, the weapons arsenal of the Elf King's capital.
There are about 100,000 weapons placed in this huge arsenal. These weapons are handmade by the elves one by one. Each one combines elegance, beauty and usability. Each one is skillfully crafted.
The power to seize heaven.
They are made of magical materials and are light, hard and extremely flexible. Although they are all physical weapons, which are a bit outdated compared to the lightsabers used by modern humans, they are exquisitely enchanted and each weapon is powerful.
.
However, Bedivere was not satisfied.
"Well, how's it going?" Tristan asked.
"No." Bedivere waved a silver sword in the trial room nearby. The elf's sword drew a beautiful silver arc in the air, and the sound was crisp and sweet anyway. This finely crafted magic weapon could have been
It makes Bedivere extremely excited. However, this is not what he is pursuing now.
Merlin said that to deal with dark sub-infected creatures, it is necessary to use high-frequency vibration or high-heat weapons. The werewolf boy is looking for magic weapons with these two properties, or weapons with such enchantments.
The fish-man prince always judged the power of a weapon by its appearance. He sent one finely crafted weapon to Bediwell one after another and let the werewolf boy test the weapon. About three hundred items were tried.
Regarding weapons, Bedivere finally couldn't help it: "Tristan, don't choose, let me choose myself."
Tristan said displeasedly: "Hey... Bedi, don't you believe my vision? This sword, this sword must be what you want, give it a try!"
"The weapons you brought are indeed good weapons. Each of them is the painstaking work of the elves. But what we are looking for now is a weapon that can deal with dark creatures! Just a sharp sword, far away
not enough."
"Tsk, even if you say that." Tristan frowned and pursed his lips in grievance, "How can you tell that there is any enchantment on the weapon just from the appearance?"
It's not that Bedivere didn't know what Tristan was going to say. They didn't have the ability to predict, and they would never know the capabilities of each weapon unless they tried every weapon in their hands.
But he was not convinced. He thought that instead of letting Tristan choose, it would be better to choose and try his luck.
"Let me pick one item and take a look." Bediwell walked out of the trial room and came to the vast space of the weapons warehouse.
The elegant lights of the elves' arsenal illuminate every magical weapon here. Tens of thousands of magical weapons are neatly arranged on their respective shelves, glowing coldly under the light.
Meticulously carved, dazzling, mysterious and dazzling. Choosing the right one among these tens of thousands of weapons is like finding a needle in a haystack.
Bedivere could only trust his instincts.
He walked around in the weapons arsenal and gradually came to an ancient weapon.
An ancient bow.
It is completely different from the finely carved weapons of the elves. The black and rough surface of this bow does not have much carving. It is like a wooden bow carved from ancient ebony wood, but Bediwell knows that this thing
The material is something completely different.
It is not carved, not because the elves disdain to handle such a rough weapon. It is because it is so hard, and the elves have no way to process this bow.
This bow existed before the elves existed in the world. It is a magical weapon left over from the mythical age.
Bedivere vaguely felt a sense of familiarity!
------This once belonged to him...?!
How is that possible? Don't be kidding.
"Do you want such an ugly bow?" Tristan walked over and looked at the weapon that Bedivere was looking at. It was such an ugly thing. No matter how many weapons in this arsenal Tristan chose, he would definitely use this one.
I left the choice of weapons until the end. This bow is too far removed from the aesthetics of the fishman prince.
"It doesn't hurt to give it a try." Bedivere walked over and took off the bow. When his hand touched the bow, a sense of familiarity came to his heart. He concentrated, put aside this idea, and walked towards the bow with the bow.
Trial room.
The elves' weapon testing room has been strengthened by a large amount of magic. Various powerful weapons can be used here without affecting the building. Bedivere then raised his bow and planned to shoot an arrow.
The bow does not have a string. It is lifted by the user, and when it senses the user's intention to attack, a string composed of photons appears between Bedivere's fingers.
The bow does not have arrows. When it is pulled open by the user, it gathers a large number of photons in the environment, and then bundles them into a barrier to form a light arrow.
This is similar to Bedivere's modification of the lightsaber, using the lightsaber's reflector to make a light arrow, then using the photon explosion generated by the string hitting the reflector, and finally shooting the light arrow wrapped in an enchantment.
When the light arrow is launched, the barrier will decline in a short period of time, which determines the poor range of the light arrow. The light arrow modified by Bediwell before has an effective range of only about twelve yards.
Although the principle of this bow is similar, it makes Bedivere feel a little different.
The bow was very tight! And when the werewolf boy kept pulling the bow, the bow became tighter and tighter! It was like it sucked all of Bedivere's strength away!
This bow is full of weirdness! It swallows the user’s physical strength?!
Bedivere, who was startled, let go of his hand and the bow and arrow came out.
The light arrow did not fly out, but disappeared a yard in front of the werewolf boy, instantly transformed into a huge shock wave, and hit the ground as soon as it hit the ground!
Boom!! The shock wave hit the weapons testing room, making a low muffled sound. The testing room, which was protected by many magic tricks, was so easily blown up with a big hole!!
"Ugh..." Bedivere climbed up from the rubble and looked at the shattered walls around him in disbelief.
"Damn it!" Tristan walked in tremblingly and helped the werewolf boy up, but kept cursing, "I asked you to [try the bow], not to [dismantle the test room]! You are crazy.
Is it?! Aren’t you afraid of hurting yourself, little fool?!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't expect..." Bedivere looked at the worry on his friend's face. He swallowed and felt weak all over.
"This damn bow absorbs photons from my body." He understood the principle of the bow, "I didn't expect it to be able to produce so much destructive power."
"Is this the weapon you want?" Tristan asked, "I won't let you try any more weapons. You should lie down and wait for your body to recover."
"Well..." Bedivere muttered, "This bow is good, I want it."
The shock wave emitted by the magic bow is very similar to the wind pressure bomb of the Cuifeng Dragon, but the impact is very concentrated, and therefore dozens of times more powerful than the wind pressure bomb. This is a powerful physical impact that hits the body of a living being, enough to cause
Huge high-frequency vibration. In fact, such a powerful shock wave can directly crush the target with one blow.
There is no doubt about the attack power. The only problem is that the bow will absorb the stamina (photons) from the user, so... the number of shots that can be fired in a period of time is limited. The body is as strong as Bedi
Orcs like Weir would quickly lose their strength and faint if they tried to continuously fire vacuum waves from the magic bow in a short period of time.
Bedivere didn't know why he knew the principle of this bow so well. In short, he knew it. When he got the bow, Kama (destiny) told him everything.