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Chapter 2966 The Morning That Never Returns (41)

Chapter 2966 The morning that never returns (41)

At the same time (?), somewhere deep in the Great Hollow.

"Hmm...?" Bedivere woke up and tried to see the surrounding environment clearly in the darkness.

He remembered what happened just now. He had just joined Nat and others, thinking they could continue exploring the underground cave, but he didn't expect that the floor under their feet suddenly collapsed. Then, everyone fell from there, starting from landing to finally reaching the ground.

It is estimated that they fell at least several hundred feet deep.

Although the orc's body is strong, it cannot withstand the damage caused by falling from such a high place. Bediwell moved his body carefully and alertly, trying not to make too drastic movements. He believed that there were many places on his body.

Broken bones.

When he used the light from the spell fire to illuminate and check the injuries on his body, he found that his guess could not be more correct. His right leg was swollen and was being bent in an unnatural direction. It hurt just to look at it.

The biggest problem is that he can't feel the pain in his legs at all, which means that the damage he has suffered has exceeded the range of pain he can bear, and his legs have become numb. This is probably the reason why he fainted for so long.

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He also felt a stabbing pain in his right chest. The pain became more severe with breathing, making it difficult for him to breathe normally. He knew that he had broken at least two ribs. There was also a stabbing pain in his right shoulder.

The pain reported seems to be a fracture in the shoulder bone.

What a misstep.

He covered his whole body with mithril fluid. The advantage was that he had strong defense, but the disadvantage was that his whole body was in an overweight state. It was impossible for him to withstand the fall at such a heavy weight, so he fell down when he fell from a height of hundreds of feet.

Became seriously injured.

The injuries to his ribs and shoulders were fine, but with his right leg so broken, even walking had problems. Shivering, he carefully moved his twisted right leg back to its normal position, and then used Mithril fluid to carefully

Wrap it around and let the fluid harden into a structure like a bandage or splint to support the broken leg.

Of course, this is just an emergency treatment. If he doesn't return to the ship and use the medical cabin to cure the broken leg, Bediwell may become a cripple for the rest of his life.

But now is not the time to worry about this. The werewolf young man stood up carefully, and after confirming that the hardness of the mithril fluid on his right leg was high enough to temporarily support him in normal walking, he began to worry about his companions.

If you fall from this height, everyone else will definitely be uninjured... maybe except for Nat, the guy with a metal frame. Bereld is also wearing heavy armor, and the bald guy is a human. No matter how human he is,

It is impossible to have the strong physique of an orc through exercise. If he falls like this, he may be seriously injured, more injured than Bedivere. Othello may not be much better, because the tiger is also wearing heavy armor.

In the worst case scenario, only Bediwell and Nat could be the combatants present, and they would have to take care of two seriously injured team members. The Big Hollow is complex and changeable, and a momentary change may quickly give them the advantage they have.

Turned into a disadvantage. As expected, this "abyss" cannot be underestimated.

"Hey! Are you still here? If so, just respond!" Bedivere shouted in the darkness.

Bedivere knew that he was in the enemy's position, and it was very dangerous to shout in such a big way. But he had no better way to join up with his companions. What's more, he was lighting up a lamp in the darkness, which made him very conspicuous.

However, he took a huge risk to call his companions, but no one answered him. There was still hazy darkness and dead silence around him.

A bit scary.

If at this time, he was seriously injured and ambushed by monsters in the dark, he would probably have a narrow escape from death.

There were worse things waiting for him. There was the smell of iron in his nasal cavity. When he noticed it, he found that he was having a nosebleed and blood was pouring from his ears. Concussion? Intracranial hemorrhage? In short

None of these are good things. His head is buzzing and he can't even concentrate on thinking.

Oops. I feel like falling down. There is a weak thought in his body that keeps telling him to lie down and sleep. Put away the worries and sleep, everything will get better. But his reason refuses to do so.

, he knew that if he fell down in such a place, he would never wake up again.

In short, we must find our companions. At least we must find Nat. Only with that guy can we escape from this predicament.

Just as he was thinking this, and after taking a few steps forward, the light of the cursed fire illuminated something.

"Huh?" He groaned. At first he thought he was looking at Nat or other companions. But he found that the person there was actually an orc he didn't recognize. The leopard man was being cut by the veins of some kind of tree.

Gray-white branches wrapped around his body, and he was hung in mid-air less than two yards above the ground.

The man was pale and unconscious. He was mumbling something under the entanglement of tree roots, as if he was having an endless nightmare. The dream he had must have been terrible, because his eyes were white, foam was coming from his mouth, and his whole body was slightly but...

He continued to twitch again, and his lower body was already in a state of confusion.

Then Bediwell suddenly understood that this leopard man was one of those people kidnapped by the abyss. They entered the large cave to search for a long time, and finally found these missing people.

Enduring the headache, the werewolf youth made the light of the cursed fire brighter. The light began to illuminate a larger area, showing everything around him in Bedivere's eyes.

The sight that appeared in front of him was both scary and spectacular. Tens of millions of gray-white tree roots hanging down from the sky were trapping countless people in them. The positions of the people hanging there ranged from high to high.

Low and far, it looks like bunches of grapes. Moreover, these people are all having nightmares, rolling their eyes, foaming at the mouth, twitching and trembling, feeling invisible fear in the illusion.

Bedivere couldn't count how many people had been kidnapped. In short, there were many, both humans and orcs, and even some weird races, because Bedivere saw such things as mermaids and trolls.

Creatures. Some of the people trapped here may have been a few years old. Their bodies have become thin and sickly. From a distance, they look no different from mummies, but miraculously they have not died.

"Oh my god..." Then Bediwell subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the place where he just fell. In fact, there were a lot of tree roots there. They were probably planning to hang Bediwell too.

Get up and let the werewolf youth experience the same eternal nightmare.

However, Bedivere was lucky. When he fell, his body was protected by mithril fluid. Although he broke his leg as a result, the mithril fluid protected Bedivere's head, preventing him from falling into a coma.

Caught by those tree roots. Those wonderful tree roots could not move Bedivere, and finally gave up.

It's also strange. Why did they give up so easily? Why didn't the tree-root-like thing attack now, trying to catch the awakened Bediwell?

No. Now is not the time to think about this. The most important thing is to find Gunner Nat. If Bedivere understands correctly, Nat will not be seriously injured if he falls from that height. He must still be alive and kicking now.

.And Nat is already an artificial man with a metal frame, so those tree roots may not be able to trap him.

The question is, did that guy really fall from such a high place? Could he have some kind of jet flight ability and find a way to avoid this disaster before falling from a high place? If so, that guy

Where are you now and why don't you come down to save Bediwell and the others?

By the way, how long has it been since Bedivere fainted?

It was useless to think wildly. Bedivere forced himself to calm down and took a deep breath. After the shock, he wanted to concentrate on thinking. It turned out to be so difficult. Maybe the intracranial hemorrhage was oppressing his brain nerves and affecting him.

thinking.

The nose was filled with the smell of blood, his own blood. His nose was not working properly, so it would be unrealistic to find his companions by smell.

So what else can be done next?

By the way, the cursed fire. I have seen Lawrence use it before. The cursed fire can be used to find people. But how exactly is it used? I can't remember. His mind is in a mess. And now the cursed fire

He is controlling the mithril fluid and cannot release this form. Once he changes into another form, the mithril fluid wrapped around Bediwell's broken leg will fall away, and he will be unable to move around.

Then Bedivere thought of the "spiritual division ceremony" mentioned by Lawrence. That is to divide the existing curse fire into smaller curse fires, and let the two curse fires do their work separately.

Different tasks. If it can be done, then Bedivere can use the curse fire's searching skill to find people while maintaining control of the mithril fluid.

But the "spiritual separation ceremony" initially required the great teacher Klarna to help him complete it. Bediwell had no way to use this high-end spell alone. Of course, it was impossible for Klarna, the teacher who was in the Turkic Swamp, to come to help at this time.

He.So...the situation is desperate?

Despite this, Bedivere still wanted to try and use the "Spiriture Ritual" by himself. This was also his only way to save himself in such adversity. The traceability of the Cursed Fire should be very powerful.

No matter how difficult it is to control simple spells and spirit separation rituals, it shouldn't be impossible to control such a simple spell, right?

"Please." So, the werewolf young man held the cursed fire in his palm and said to it as if he were making a wish: "Help me."

In this terrifying darkness, only the icy blue fire is swaying. It has the same mind as the werewolf youth and is part of Bedivere's wish, so it will do its best to realize Bedivere's wish.

It swayed, swayed, swayed more and more violently, trying to split a half of itself. Amidst the despair and darkness, only the glimmer of the flame continued to grow.

Finally, it did it. A fireball smaller than a soybean pellet jumped out from the ice-blue spell fire, making it unique. That small fireball was also Bedivere's spell fire.

Its color is the red of normal flames.

"Ha..." Just to do this, the werewolf youth spent a lot of mental energy. Sweating profusely, he quickly gave the order to the newly born little spell fire to start searching for people.

technique.

The spell fire, as small as a soybean, stretched on its own and turned into a flame that could indicate the direction, pointing in the direction of three o'clock. Bedivere supported himself and walked in the direction pointed by the spell fire, and finally saw his companion.

one.

There, Othello was entangled by a large number of tree roots and was in a coma, just like the others trapped. But instead of foaming at the mouth, he had tears streaming down his face, as if he was having a sad dream.


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