"Yeah!" Bedivere covered his wolf ears, very surprised. The wound on the ear was still not deep, it was probably about the level of being cut by a blunt knife. But Bedivere's protective circle was so strong that it was still not deep enough.
A sneak attack has arrived. It must be said that this is very scary!
The electromagnetic protection ring formed by the tungsten turtle tongue whip can theoretically sense all attacks around it and automatically defend itself. Any danger approaching Bediville will be deflected by the whip. But the inexplicable blow just now not only hit Bediville
Deville, the whip in his hand still didn't respond to it, as if it couldn't detect its danger! This kind of thing has never happened before, after all, the electromagnetic force protection ring can automatically block even bullets in the past.
!
"Damn it!" The werewolf youth knew that if he continued to stand still, he would only continue to be beaten. So he changed his strategy and used the chute made of mithril fluid to move at high speed!
But moving at high speed in this thick fog, he immediately became the attack target of the phantoms in the fog! They attacked with bared teeth, and before they attacked, Bedivere had already suffered many blows, and his body was covered with wounds.
There was a very shallow but real bloody wound!
The situation is very bad. Although the damage received is not great, the accumulation of injuries will kill people. It will take at least ten minutes for the next companion to arrive, and even if the support arrives, I am afraid there is nothing that can be done against this thick fog monster, that is.
All you can do is get beaten in vain!
We must find ways to reverse this adverse trend...
"Mr. Bedivere, over there!" Othello, who was hiding and escaping, pointed to the distance. He found a hole that he could hide in on the gray stone-like ground and the gradually spreading thick fog. It seems that this is
This guy's eyesight is amazing.
"Can you follow me?" Bedivere asked, using the mithril fluid slide to quickly slide to Othello's side.
"What? This---"
Before Othello finished speaking, Bedivere had already wrapped the Khajiit man's waist with his tungsten turtle tongue whip and led him to the mithril fluid slide. Then he dragged Othello with the whip, just like releasing him.
They continued to slide forward like a kite, quickly approaching the well-hidden entrance of the cave! In the process, dozens of small wounds appeared on the two of them, and they still don't even know what exactly cut them.
of!
The hole hidden among the gray rocks was not too big, but it was big enough for four people to pass through at the same time. Bedivere jumped in with Othello without thinking. As soon as he jumped in, he turned around and used mithril fluid to open the hole.
Seal it and block the enemies outside!
"Huh." The werewolf young man sweated: "Anyway, it's safe for now."
"Look!" With the help of the icy blue light emitted by the weapon in Bedivere's hand, Othello pointed into the distance: "There is a road leading deeper into this cave."
The road was much narrower than the entrance of the cave, probably barely enough for two people to pass side by side. The deep path that slightly sloped downwards led to an endless distance, and it was impossible to tell how deep it was.
"Swiss, swiss, swish... Bedivere, swish, swish... are you okay?" King Arthur's communication came from the communicator. There was more noise than before, and the signal in the cave was very poor (
Probably because Bediwell blocked the hole with mithril fluid).
"Be careful!" Bediwell reminded: "There is fog on the platform, and there are inexplicable monsters attacking us in the fog, and the attacks cannot be defended, and we were hit for no reason!"
"Attack, rustle, rustle...can't defend?"
"It's very strange anyway." The werewolf youth tried to describe the battle just now, even though he couldn't see it clearly: "It feels like the illusions in the fog are just illusions, and their attacks are inconsistent with the actual damage caused. I feel like
It was those illusions that pretended to attack us, but in fact the illusions had no attack power. Instead, there were invisible things hidden in the fog that injured us. Defense was useless. The automatic defense ring of my whip was against those
There is no response to the attack."
"Really? Shashasha...how are you injured?"
"It's okay, it's just a skin injury. The enemy's attack power is very low. But don't be careless." Bedivere said: "Othello and I found a cave where we can hide, and now we are planning to explore deeper into the cave. Maybe this
The kidnapped people are hidden at the end of the cave. I will leave a sign at the entrance of the cave, and you can let the reinforcements come along the glowing signal."
"Understood. Shashasha...be careful with everything." The King of Knights cut off the communication.
"Let us go," said Othello.
"This is for you." Bedivere gave Othello the Luna steel scimitar that had been smeared with flame rosin.
"Is this... really good?"
"I'm just lending it to you for lighting temporarily." Bediwell gave the Khajiit man another bag of flame rosin: "The characteristics of the weapon can maintain the magic power of the rosin. If it doesn't hit the enemy, the magic power will hardly be lost. The flames can
Keep burning. If you hit the enemy... about seven or eight times, the magic power of the rosin will be used up, and you need to re-apply the rosin. The amount of rosin here is enough to apply it three or four times, but you still save it.
Use it."
"Understood." Othello picked up the burning Black Moon Kobelco scimitar and put its original accessories into its sheath.
There is a reason for Bediwell to do this, because it is very dark in the cave, and the [World Tree Shell] in his hand is almost the only light source (the dim golden light emitted by the tungsten turtle tongue whip is not enough for lighting, unless Bediwell
Apply rosin to the end of the whip).
He was afraid that something would happen again, and that when he and Othello were separated, Othello would be alone in the dark cave. But when Othello pressed a button on his armor, two small buttons on his armor
When Kong shined the light of the searchlight, Bedivere frowned.
"......What?"
"No, it's nothing, don't worry about it." Bedivere hummed: "In this dark cave, it's always good to have more lighting."
"How about I return this weapon to you..."
"No need, I can't hold so many weapons now." The werewolf young man shrugged.
He and Othello began to go deep into the cave, and at the same time, he recovered the mithril fluid that blocked the entrance of the cave. The fog outside did not invade, and the fog-like monsters did not pursue them into the cave.
"It looks like it's calmed down for the time being," the werewolf young man said.
"Or maybe this is the real trap, they are deliberately leading us into the cave." Othello said with a bitter smile.
"No matter how bad the trap is, it's better than being stabbed outside." Bedivere touched his ear, and the small cut still hurt. He didn't have Elaine's powerful self-healing ability.
Although the bleeding of a small wound of this size has stopped, it will take some time to fully heal. It is not a good thing for the injuries to keep accumulating. God knows what kind of opponents they will encounter next?
The terrain of the cave is also very worrying. Being flanked by enemies from both sides in such a narrow terrain will be troublesome. Although Bediwell can use mithril fluid to block the road on one side, but...
"Oh, it's actually such a structure." While Bediwell was still worried, they had already passed through the narrow cave corridor and entered a slightly wider cave - although it was not much wider here.
, which is roughly the same space as a large table that can accommodate twenty people.
"I always feel like... there's a sour smell?" Bedivere's puppy has a very sensitive nose and immediately noticed the abnormality.
"Acid? Sulfuric acid or nitric acid?"
"No, it's just sour anyway..." Bedivere replied ambiguously, and he couldn't figure out the situation himself.
A drop of liquid fell from the ceiling of the cave and landed on Bedivere's shoulder, making a sizzling sound!
"What---!?" Bedivere was frightened and wanted to look up to see the situation.
"Don't look up!" the tiger man exclaimed, calling Bedivere. Fortunately, Othello reminded him, another drop of acid dripped from the ceiling, and landed on Bedivere's forehead. If the werewolf
The young man looked up just now, and the acid dripped into his eyes, which might make him blind!
"Wow! This damn place is an acid pool!" Bedivere was shocked and retreated to the corridor. More acid had already fallen like raindrops.
"It is indeed a trap." Othello also retreated to the corridor and squeezed beside Bedivere. The acid dripping on them was not highly corrosive, but it caused bursts of stinging pain on the wounds on their bodies.
Acidic acid is also toxic!
"Who on earth is just showing off such a little cleverness..." Othello said angrily, taking out some kind of medicine from his pocket and taking it.
"That is?"
"The antidote used by the coalition forces is like the one provided by people. I don't know if it has any actual effect, but taking one as a precaution is better than not taking it at all." Othello handed another pill to Bediwell.
The werewolf young man also took the medicine. The pills had no taste and he just swallowed them wholeheartedly.
In the cave in front, more and more acid was dripping. It was obviously not so powerful before. It was probably after the two broke into the cave that the automatic defense mechanism was stimulated, and it started to drip acid like rain.
Liquid.
Although they had already expected that there would be all kinds of strange things in the abyss that could not be predicted by common sense, but a cave with acid rain? This is too weird. Bedivere had a very bad feeling, as if they were in a certain place.
In the belly of a monster, or...in the stomach.
It is unknown when they will become the monster's meal.
"It's very bad." They reached a dilemma. If they continued to move forward, they would have to bathe in the acid rain. God knows whether they would be poisoned by some strange poison. However, going back was not an option.
"I'll handle it." The werewolf youth then manipulated the mithril fluid. On the one hand, they opened the mithril flow channel slightly higher than the ground, and on the other hand, they also laid out a mithril dome on their heads to protect against acid rain.
, blocking the acid rain falling from the ceiling of the cave.
"Mythril is really omnipotent." Othello admired.
"It's just a matter of using fluid to create various convenient shapes. It's no big deal." Bedivere said with a smile, actually feeling a little complacent.
"Won't Mithril be corroded and deteriorated by that acid? I heard that it is an unstable metal substance."
"This may not be the same thing as the Mithril you know." Bedivere replied, because it was very complicated to explain, and he did not intend to explain it to Othello in detail.
Moreover, the mithril fluid composed of hydrotalcite does have super anti-corrosion properties. The acid that fell on Bediwell and the others just now made a sizzling sound, but now that the acid fell on the dome made of the fluid, it only made a sizzling sound.
The weak clanking sound was bounced off by the fluid dome, but it failed to corrode the mithril fluid.
"Let's go. There is no time to waste." Bedivere boldly took a step forward and stepped on the mithril flow channel.