The iron cavalry carried the werewolf boy to the eastern border of Rome.
"It was sent here. You have to be careful," Justinian said.
"Thank you, Your Excellency Justinian, and Lancelot." Bedivere looked at Justinian, and then at Lancelot.
"It's not Lancelot, it's Knight X." Lancelot fiddled with his mask subconsciously.
"...Is this thing really unrecognizable?" Bedivere looked at the sapphire ring on the index finger of his right hand. The silver ring had countless tiny grooves, and at first glance it looked like a very crude piece.
The handicrafts are extremely delicate upon closer inspection.
"It was prepared by Master Merlin. It has used a special structure to hide the magic lines. Even if you check the magic, you can't find it." Lian Yin said on the side, "And it only reacts to your brain waves. Only you can
Open it."
Bedi clicked on the sapphire. The sapphire began to emit a faint light, opening a small subspace entrance. The werewolf boy reached in and fumbled around, and found that an ancient wooden bow could be hidden in the small subspace--
----Bedivere's Magic Bow [Nale's Fire].
"Okay." Bedi clicked the sapphire on the ring again and put away the subspace entrance, "I will keep it well."
"Bedivere, please pay attention to safety." Lianyin said mechanically. She was obviously worried, but she still couldn't express her feelings well.
"I know. I'm going." The werewolf boy returned an affectionate gaze to the girl, then turned around and walked into the dark area.
The dark land in front of him was extremely desolate and desolate. Close to Rome, the territory of the Fang Clan (Tiger Tribe), which was least affected by the shadow of the World Wall, was still dark.
Affected by the high wall far to the east, the "sunrise" time in this area in spring and autumn is around 9 a.m., which means it loses about three hours of sunshine a day. In winter, the situation is even worse. It is affected by wind and frost.
The eroded ground surface opened up cracks.
This is pretty good. Bediwell has seen real hell. The territory where he once lived in the Esquimo Tribe (werewolf tribe) only has an average of six hours of sunshine a day, and the rest of the time is spent in the cold and heat.
Spend time in darkness.
This is the Underdark. A harsh and desolate world, a world where only the orcs can barely survive. Bedivere, who was accustomed to living a comfortable life in the Glorious Region, suddenly remembered the difficult days of his childhood.
A few hours later, in the village of the Fierce Fang Clan, at the home of Chief Robul.
"What? Caught the silver wolf Bewilf?" The Khajiit leader was stunned for a while and his eyes widened. His golden eyes were particularly conspicuous against the dark gray and black hair, "Why? Are humans idiots? They actually took the initiative to kill Bewilf.
Wilf sent it here? Is the war in the northwest still going on?"
"Master Patriarch," said the tiger soldier who passed the order, "the foxes have checked and there are no key fragments on the silver wolf."
"Well, of course." Roble rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, "Human beings would not be so stupid as to take the initiative to send us the last key fragment------"
"Um, Mr. Patriarch?" The messenger said, "Yin Lang said he wanted to meet Mr. Patriarch. Do you want approval?"
Roble narrowed his eyes, his face full of confusion. What on earth was this silver wolf Bewilf thinking? On the eve of a life-and-death battle between the Hungarians and humans, he actually ran into the enemy's base camp. Was he an idiot?
However, the Fierce Tooth Clan, which upholds etiquette, would not just refuse the visitor's request for an audience.
"Okay, let him do it." Roble was also full of curiosity as to what Bewilf had planned.
Ten minutes later, the werewolf boy was tied with his hands behind his back, stripped of all his weapons, and walked into the living room accompanied by two tiger guards.
Roble used an iron rod to stir the coals in the circular stove in the center of the living room, and looked at the silver wolf Bevelf in the weak firelight.
The werewolf boy wore no armor, only a plain gray cotton top and black cotton trousers. His only "arms"--a small photon dagger--had been taken away.
The cloak he originally owned for shelter from the wind and snow was also taken away as a precaution because it was found to have magical reactions.
This so-called silver wolf Bewilf now looks like an ordinary folk boy who came from the human world. He is not as evil as the rumors say.
"Haha, isn't this the silver wolf Bewilf?" Roble gestured to the guards next to him, asking them to retreat. "What's wrong? Are you going to surrender when you come to the Dark Area at this time?"
"Please call me Bediwell, Patriarch Roble." Bedi said calmly.
"Bedivere?" The black tiger man was displeased for a while. The white tiger stripes on his forehead twisted into a W shape while frowning, "That's a human name. You kid, you have lived in the human world for too long."
, have all been assimilated by humans?"
"That was the name given to me by my grandparents. At that time, my people were on the verge of death and lived in a small village on the border of France. It was these humans who saved me and gave me the name."
"So, you have always been obedient to humans and served the monkeys as their loyal dogs. Very good." Roble said sarcastically.
The werewolf boy shook his head: "Humans are not as bad as you think, Mr. Patriarch. There are also many good people in humans."
"I'm not going to waste my time arguing with you about this, kid." Roble said disdainfully, "Boy, since you took the initiative to surrender, you should have been prepared to be tortured, right? I'll save some time and ask you directly:
Where is the last key fragment of the World Wall? Who did you give it to?"
Bediwell smiled: "In a place you will never get."
"You brat, don't give me riddles!" Roble grabbed Bedi's lapel with one hand, and the giant tiger man, who was almost seven feet tall, hoisted the short werewolf boy into the air: "You can answer directly, or you can
You can answer after being tortured half to death in the torture chamber, or you don't even have to answer - the foxes can use brain probing techniques to squeeze out the information in your mind. Whichever way is easier, you can choose it yourself.
Bar!"
"You can torture me half to death, squeeze my brain, and obtain the information in my mind." The werewolf boy had a calm face, and he didn't struggle at all even when he was hung in the air. "But you will find that all this is in vain."
------I have given the key fragment to a powerful human mage, who is not anywhere in the world. If he really wants to hide the key fragment, you will never find it in your lifetime."
Roble stared intently at the werewolf boy's big blue eyes. Those eyes were clear and clear, without a trace of turbidity. The tiger-man clan leader was convinced that what the other party said was true.
The orcs who cannot use magic always have a sense of awe and fear towards magic. In their eyes, every human mage is a bomb that can explode at any time: short-lived but extremely lethal, dangerous and unpredictable.
In order to prepare for the war, like many orcs, he had thoroughly studied human culture and history, and the more they understood, the more wary they became of people like mages. He knew very well that if a senior mage really
If you want to hide an item, you can seal it in subspace so that no one in the world can find it.
Finding key fragments is probably more difficult than imagined. Even if the human world is wiped out, the missing fragments will still not be found.