Chapter 2968 The Morning That Will Never Return (Forty-three)
Chapter 2968 The morning that never returns (43)
In front of Bediwell is the son of his father-killing enemy.
No. It wasn't just killing his father. Othello's father even participated in the genocide, almost wiping out Bediwell's clan. After that, Bediwell was hunted down, and he had so many painful memories.
It all started from that day.
The question is, should the sins of the parents be paid by the children?
Hatred is indeed hatred. Even now, Bedivere still cannot completely let go of the hatred he felt when his people were exterminated. But he is also a rational person and knows that it is wrong to vent this hatred on Othello.
Blah blah blah...
Just when the werewolf youth was distracted, Othello's other broken leg made a slight sound, but it was also the sound of bones continuing to break.
"Oops!" Bedivere quickly adjusted the strength of the mithril fluid. The fluid was originally repairing Othello's broken leg, but it almost crushed the broken leg into a comminuted fracture.
Then Bedivere looked at Othello intently and saw the tiger falling into a deep sleep with tears in his eyes. The guy was so weak.
Bedivere let out a long sigh.
He still hasn't figured out how to avenge this revenge and in what form. But he is not the kind of despicable person who takes revenge and kills others when they are unable to act. He feels that he must save Othello first and bring Othello back.
It's better to think about revenge after everything is sorted out.
In this case, it is even more inappropriate to let Othello die in such a place. He carefully moved Othello's other broken leg back to its original position, wrapped it in mithril fluid and fixed it, and then he began to deal with Othello.
's broken arm.
"Hey, you're here, little fur ball." A voice said suddenly.
"... Bereld?" Bedivere turned to look at the bald man. He must have discovered the light in the darkness and came to him: "You weren't injured?"
"I have been a veteran miner for decades, and I am used to this kind of sudden ground subsidence." Bereld pointed to the equipment on his back: "The jet pack was launched at the right time, and the impact of landing was offset.
Didn’t you expect that?"
"If I had known this, I would have equipped one." Bedivere pouted and said.
"So, your leg is broken?" Gladiator asked, looking at Bedivere's splinted right leg (which was actually hardened mithril fluid).
"It's broken. The bones are exposed. It's very bad." Bedivere said: "And this guy is even worse."
"I saw it too." Bereld looked at Othello who was in a coma with his hands and feet broken off, and said, "This is not good. I have to send him, no, I have to send you all back for treatment. This is no longer what you can do."
Participated in the battle."
"I can still fight," Bedivere said.
"Drag that broken leg?" Bereld looked at Bedivere up and down: "Your voice is muddy when you speak. It's because your ribs are broken and you have difficulty breathing, right? Are there any other injuries on your body?"
"It's just a slight fracture in the shoulder, it's okay," Bedivere said.
"There's probably a concussion." The gladiator looked at the blood pouring out of Bedivere's nostrils and ears and speculated: "This doesn't seem to be okay at all. Don't be brave and go back to the boat to rest!"
"You take care of too much," Bedivere said unhappily.
"Then you have to transport the injured back, right?" The gladiator asked again: "It seems that this mithril is used to splint him to prevent the fracture from worsening? Can you stay too far away from these mithrils?"
"Uh..." Having said this, Bediwell also remembered that he couldn't control the mithril fluid at too long a distance. Once it left the controllable distance, the fluid would turn into a flowing pool.
Matter, approaching Bedivere (actually approaching the magic fire). Then the wound originally treated for Othello will immediately open again...
"Okay. You're right." Bedivere then compromised: "Rescue this guy first, then I'll find a way back and place the wounded."
"This is decent." Gladiator Bereld came close to Othello and looked at him: "These roots are really in the way. Can they be removed?"
"It seems that it is these tree roots that trap the kidnapped people. It seems to put them into a kind of sleep and stop their time from flowing."
"I can see it." Bereld also noticed that there was only a wound on Othello's body without bleeding: "Otherwise, this little furball would have been bleeding profusely long ago if he was injured so badly."
"So, you were not attacked by tree roots when you fell?" Bediwell then asked: "I was protected by mithril fluid when I fell, and the roots couldn't do anything to me. It's because of the armor on your side.
?"
"No, I stayed awake the whole time when I fell. I saw those tree roots attacking, but I fought them off." The gladiator said, "They didn't bother me after that. They seemed to have given up."
"...Will you give up so easily?" Bediwell said he didn't believe it. After all, this is the enemy's territory. This deep underground cave is full of gray-white tree roots. There are too many of them to count.
.If these things really intended to attack Bereld, they could have used the human sea tactic, no, the root sea tactic, to forcibly tie up Bereld and even Bediwell. But they did not do so and gave up.
It’s too simple, too early, as if it’s deliberately letting the water go.
Is this another trap of the enemy? Why? The idea of the abyss is something that people cannot predict with common sense. It itself is synonymous with chaos and madness.
"No matter what, we still have to put the little tiger down." Bereld took out a lightsaber and said, "Are you ready over there? When I'm ready, I'll start cutting down the roots."
At this time, Bedivere had already splinted Othello's broken arms and legs, and also let the mithril fluid catch Othello from all directions. As long as a tree root was cut off, the fallen Othello would fall into the fluid.
among them, it was properly protected.
"Okay, let's do it." The werewolf youth said, "But be careful not to irritate those tree roots. I have a very bad feeling about it."
"Leave it all to me." The gladiator raised his lightsaber.
"By the way, where's Nat?" the werewolf young man asked again: "Didn't you see him when you fell down?"
"When we fell, we were separated from him. It seemed that some kind of gravitational disturbance was pulling us in different directions, and the distance between us was getting farther and farther. I think when I almost landed, I used the jetpack to alleviate the impact of landing. At that time, he
He has disappeared." Bereld said: "That guy has a metal frame all over his body. Logically speaking, he won't break his leg, right?"
"No. Didn't you hear the impact when he landed?"
"I didn't hear him. Maybe my landing point was too far away from him."
"...It's really troublesome." Bedivere snorted: "Anyway, let's do it, and then we will find a way to join Nat."
"Of course." The gladiator raised his knife and cut off all the tree roots that bound Othello.
There was a strange tremor throughout the deep underground pit, like an earthquake.
"Hmm...?" Bedivere finally stood firm under the shock, raised his head and glanced around.
The chopped gray tree roots that originally bound Othello began to move around like tentacles, as if they were looking for something. But after all, they had no eyes, and even though they were moving around, they were not looking for the person who had been snatched away.
.At this time, Bediwell had already used mithril fluid to drag Othello away from the place for at least five yards, and the gladiator Bereld naturally followed.
"They...can't see us?" Bedivere groaned, "Can't such an obvious light on my side be seen?"
"After all, they are creatures living in a dark world. No, they may not be creatures... In short, they are blind." The gladiator analyzed: "Maybe they are deaf and blind?"
"Then what basis did they use to detect us who first fell into the pit?"
"I have an idea." Bereld took out something from his tactical belt. A coin. He threw the gold coin out without even thinking about it. He threw it very high, causing the gold coin to drag out a very high path in mid-air.
of parabola.
In an instant, thousands of tree roots rushed towards the gold coin, submerging it within half a second.
"What does this mean?" Bedivere didn't understand. Why didn't the tree roots attack Bedivere and the others, but instead attacked the gold coin?
"It's a change in depth." Bereld said: "These root-like creatures can sense changes in the depth of surrounding objects and lock on to the target to attack."
"So we were stared at by these tree roots when we fell, but they couldn't detect us after we hit the ground?"
"That's right." Bereld tapped the jet on his back: "This thing started when it was about to land, allowing me to land slowly. At that time, the tree roots that attacked had already begun to emerge.
Obvious inertia--the tree roots that were attacking ferociously have become much slower. I had this guess at the time."
"Observe very carefully, smart guy." Bediwell said with a hint of irony: "Then the question is, how do we go back? We should have to climb up this deep pit on the way back, right? Once our depth changes, won't we be
Thousands of tree roots attack?"
"What if the change is very slow?" Gladiator Bereld asked: "For example, slowly climbing up from the wall of the pit?"
"It can be done if we only save one or two people." The werewolf young man shook his head: "But look at how many people are trapped here. If you want to use this method to rescue them all at once, it will probably take several months.
Even for several years."
"Hmm..." Bereld pretended to touch his chin in thought (however, this guy was still wearing a helmet, and he was actually touching the chin part of the helmet): "What if we use a portal?"
"Where did the portal come from?" the werewolf young man asked depressedly.
"It's right here." The guy actually took out a device from the storage pocket of his tactical belt and placed it on the ground: "It's a small teleportation device. It's enough to send one or two people back through the open teleportation gate at the same time."
Bediwell has seen this device before. The team of archaeologists from the Meyerson Brotherhood used it when they excavated the pyramids. The British exploration team that was preparing to go to the Dragon Continent also prepared this small portal device. Although this thing
Battery life is a big problem. It usually runs out of power after a few uses.
"When I came down, His Majesty King Arthur asked me to take it with me. The other end of the teleportation gate has been bound to the teleportation room of the Dawn." Bereld said: "If the gravity disturbance does not affect this teleportation gate, you are now
You can go back to the boat and rest."
"Where are the others?"
"I have brought enough batteries and will send the remaining people back to the ship one after another. If it is not enough, we will replenish the batteries from the ship." Bereld added, and he activated the portal: "Anyway, you guys
Let’s go first, little fur ball.”
Bedivere looked at Bereld with some doubts, but the portal was already open, and even if it was not used, it would consume power in vain.
"I will be back." Bedivere then said, dragging the unconscious Othello to the portal: "Before then, hold on, don't die."
"You won't die, don't worry." The gladiator said, pushing the werewolf youth and sending Bedivere away.
As soon as Bediwell, who retreated with the wounded, entered the teleportation door, the door automatically closed. After all, teleporting two people away in one go consumes a lot of power.
"Hey, what a coincidence." Bereld stood by the teleportation device, pulled out two lightsabers, and turned to look at some kind of black tree roots that were getting closer: "Our boss has already left the scene first.
You are late."
Unlike the gray tree roots, those black tree root-like monsters have another enemy tracking mechanism. They do not track enemies through changes in altitude. They track the heat source --- and the hotter it is, the easier it is to be targeted.
Above. Bereld, who had used a jetpack, had been tracked by these black tree roots from the beginning, and they were clinging to them. However, they moved extremely slowly and could not catch up with the gladiator immediately. Therefore, Bereld
Will send Bediville away so anxiously.
"Since I'm here, let me play with you." The gladiator sneered: "Don't think I will simply admit defeat!"