Chapter 3008 The Morning That Will Never Return (83)
Chapter 3008 The morning that never returns (eighty-three)
Bediwell and others got on the iron cavalry in about five minutes and set off for the Everglades.
Bediwell was a little confused because he had a low fever, so Lawrence drove the iron cavalry. This was the first time for the werewolf youth to travel such a long distance in the back seat of the iron cavalry. Solar also followed in another iron cavalry.
Later, however, Solar was obviously not very good at flying a flying device like an iron cavalry, and his iron cavalry was a bit shaky when flying.
"If you're sleepy, just take a nap, boss." Lawrence said, "It's at least an hour's journey from here to the Everglades, and your body won't be able to bear it."
"Well..." Bedivere put on his seat belt and closed his eyes to rest his mind. But when he was really asked to sleep, he couldn't fall asleep.
"Let me ask you a question, Lawrence." The werewolf young man then asked in a low voice: "You said that you met the great teacher Clara when you were young. She taught you the spell and then left. So after that, you
Have you never met her?"
"Well, yes." The magician replied: "So this is a long-awaited reunion... Although I don't know if the great teacher wants to see me. Is she probably busy with something?"
"The last time I saw her, she was hiding in a special bunker. It seemed she was trying to deal with someone or protect something. I don't know." Bedivere replied: "But it is obvious that she has been staying in the big swamp.
The reason is that she is fighting against an enemy of a certain force."
"So it's really not good for us to disturb her at this time." Lawrence groaned: "But there is nothing we can do. The situation is urgent. We can only disturb her once."
"Even Solar is going, I don't know if it will cause her more trouble..." Bedivere murmured.
"I'm sure she can understand," Lawrence added.
Bedivere was actually quite sleepy at this time, his eyelids gradually drooped, and he planned to take a nap.
"Boss, we're here. Boss?" I don't know how much time passed, but Bedivere gradually woke up under Lawrence's shaking.
"Huh?" The werewolf young man opened his eyes slightly: "Is this...?"
What appeared in front of him was the familiar Demon Swamp, one of the most dangerous secret places in the Turkic Swamp.
The problem is, in the black magic swamp that was filled with vicious swamp gas and filled with dangerous creatures, a huge purple crystal tower actually appeared. That thing stretched out from the ground like a big hand, tall and tall.
About thirty feet, quite large.
This is part of the crystallized bunker that Clara created using [Habitat Stone]. No, it is more like a magnificent castle than a bunker now. [Habitat Stone] is a technology of the ancients, and was originally just a
A special crystal that is only the size of a palm will continue to grow after being infused with magic power. It will roughly grow into a certain shape and specific scale according to the user's will, eventually forming a quick [residence].
Before this, Great Teacher Clara used the [Residence Stone] to hide underground in the Demon Swamp to guard against her enemies. But why did she suddenly become so high-profile, causing the [Residence Stone] to expand to the size of an entire castle, and also exposed
On the surface?
"She is calling us." Lawrence said, "There should be a place near this building that we can enter?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the huge crystal tower began to change. A platform appeared on the top for the cavalry to land. There were even stairs on one side of the platform that led to the inside of the crystal tower. The platform was not very flat, but it was suitable for cavalry to land on.
The landing is completely sufficient. Bediwell also remembered that the great teacher Clara said that although the [residence stone] can change its shape according to the user's wishes, it cannot be deformed very accurately. I hope it can become as exquisite and accurate as a work of art.
Building is probably impossible.
Lawrence was stunned for a second.
"What are you hesitating about? Great teacher Clara will never frame us," Bedivere urged.
"Okay." The magician drove the iron cavalry and landed carefully on the top of the tower, followed closely by Solar.
"Is it okay to just park the cavalry here?" Solar asked as soon as he jumped off the cavalry: "This crystal won't change its shape anymore, so let the cavalry fall?"
"Why are you worried about all this?" Bedivere rolled his eyes at Solar, "Also, cover your face, you look terrible."
The effect of [the water from the Lake of Immortality] that Solar drank before has long since passed, and what he is now covered with is the gray-black dragon scales of the ancient dragon, making him look like a scaly man. Bediwell et al.
The crew of the Dawn know Solar, so they will naturally not be scared. But the werewolf young man is afraid that Solar's face covered with dragon scales will scare the great teacher Clara--or make her feel...
Not happy.
"Okay, my friend." Solar covered his face with a shawl. He looked a bit like a masked thief.
...and he's still scary.
Bedivere shook his head and was too lazy to complain. He used crutches and carefully walked down the stairs under the care of Lawrence, and followed the spiral steps deep into the crystal tower.
They soon arrived at a spacious hall inside the Crystal Tower, where Great Teacher Clara was already waiting.
"You're here again, stupid apprentice." Clara said without emotion.
"Good evening, Master." Bedivere nodded to the Conjuration Master: "I'm sorry to bother you in such a late night."
"It's okay." Clara nodded slightly, her face still hidden in the shadow of the hood: "I know you did something stupid again and performed a dangerous [spiritual separation ritual] without authorization. I can sense that you have
Trouble, so I knew you were coming."
Nothing can be hidden from Great Teacher Clara. But this is natural. After all, the magic fire used by Bedivere was separated from the magic fire of Great Teacher Clara.
"And Lawrence. Long time no see." The great teacher turned to greet the conjurer Lawrence, "It was you who gave the fire of the curse to the little wolf. You taught him the curse, but you didn't warn him how dangerous the curse was.
."
"Yes, the apprentice is not talented." Lawrence apologized humbly: "I'm sorry. I should never have mentioned the [spiritual separation ceremony] to him in the first place. If he had never known about this kind of ceremony, he would not have made a fuss.
Such a big trouble."
"It's not your fault." Clara said: "What is going to happen is inevitable, just like the water in the river will eventually flow into the ocean. Maybe this is fate (Kama). Not to mention that----
--＂
She turned to look at Bedivere: "Take out your spell fire and let me take a look."
The werewolf youth then took out the cursed fire from the [World Tree Shell]. Of course, the cursed fire at this time maintained the ice blue color, which was the state of controlling the mithril fluid. The [erosion] that had occurred before,
A part of the mithril fluid invaded Bedivere's body and assimilated with his bone marrow and even his nervous system. Therefore, Bedivere did not dare to remove the control of the cursed fire over the mithril fluid. He was afraid that once the cursed fire was switched,
In other modes, the mithril fluid in his body will cause chaos.
Of course, in fact, he did not give any orders to the Cursed Fire at this time, nor did the Cursed Fire give any orders to the mithril fluid, it just maintained this state.
"Using magic fire to control mithril. This is really a novel way to use it." Clara said: "But mithril requires an extremely large amount of entropy to drive, which is too difficult to control. We have to use magic fire to control mithril."
, I think it will put a considerable burden on the spell fire itself."
"Sorry." Bedivere also apologized: "Originally it was force majeure, but after using it too much, I gradually took it for granted."
"It's okay. Since everything has happened, it can only be like this. There is no need to blame you anymore." Clara continued: "Release the state."
"But...?" Bedivere was afraid that once the control of the mithril fluid was released, everything would get out of control.
"It doesn't matter." Grand Teacher Clara emphasized.
Bedivere then released the control of the cursed fire and turned it back to its normal fiery red color. He originally thought that the mithril fluid that had corroded and assimilated with his bone marrow and nerves would cause chaos and cause some commotion. But in fact it did.
Not so, everything in his body was silent.
Bedivere breathed a sigh of relief.
"That fluid is just an inorganic substance. They don't have their own consciousness, and they won't control you in turn. Don't worry." The great teacher said, "Now, although I know that you have traveled a long way here, you are already very tired."
"But without further ado, let's deal with your spell fire first and let it successfully complete the spirit separation ceremony."
"Now that I've got a great teacher," Bedivere said.
"Go to the inner room and relax and lie down." Clara ordered Bedivere, "And you two are waiting here. Let's have some black tea. Do you want the black tea with milk or vanilla?"
"Vanilla, thank you." "I want to drink pure black tea." Lawrence and Solar replied respectively.
Two cups suddenly appeared on the table made of crystal beside them, and hot black tea was ready. It even had corresponding flavors according to the two's requirements.
Only then did Bedivere understand that the [Residence Stone] could do almost everything Clara wanted it to do, even making tea instantly. It was indeed the technology of the ancients.
And...how is this technology similar to Bedieville's Holy Spirit [The Cabin in the Woods]? He used to live in [The Cabin in the Woods], and he could eat and drink whatever he wanted. The Holy Spirit used a certain
He uses a supernatural method to conjure up food, drinks, and even various daily necessities for him to use, until everything disappears out of thin air. And he can still be full after eating whatever he has in his stomach.
Thinking too much. The werewolf young man shook his swollen and painful head, feeling that he was probably thinking wildly because he was out of his mind. He followed the great teacher to the small room next to the living room and lay down on the soft carpet.
"Relax, don't think about anything, just leave everything to me." The great teacher said, putting Bedivere's spell fire on the werewolf youth's chest.
Her magnetic voice is very sweet and gentle, and her words are like singing a ditty, which is pleasant and intoxicating. The voice seems to be a kind of hypnosis.
------And why not? Spells are a kind of hypnosis. Spellcasters hypnotize themselves and others to do whatever they want and achieve the effects they want.
Great Teacher Clara is still a member of the ancient god-human race (probably?). If she wants to, she can even order Bedivere to do anything by speaking. It is said that orcs and humans have a genetic code engraved in them, and they must obey the ancient people.
The gene of command, so the ancient people had absolute control over orcs and humans.
Thinking of this, Bedivere was actually a little scared. Clara could even be said to have the power of life and death over Bedivere. If she wanted, she could even order Bedivere to kill herself?
Probably... not.
"What are you thinking about?" The great teacher seemed to be able to read minds, and lightly tapped Bediwell's head, "Relax, clear your distracting thoughts, and don't think about anything. I will help you complete the spirit separation ceremony and put everything into perspective."
Just leave it to me."
"Yeah." The werewolf young man hummed.
He became increasingly sleepy, falling into a hypnotic state of half-asleep and half-awake, and everything in front of him began to become blurry.