"This?" Tutan looked at the medicine bottle, "I don't know, it's not a medicine made by our people anyway. What is this? The taste is just like some kind of seasoning..."
The potion was full of sweet and attractive smell. Tutan almost wanted to lick a little and try it. But as people have rich experience in making medicine and know that it is very dangerous to randomly test medicine without guidance, he did not dare.
Try it easily.
Bedivere and Albert looked at each other, not knowing what to do with the bottle of medicine.
Tutan took a puff of dry smoke from his long pipe and blew out a smoke ring from the elephant's trunk. "Since the medicine is given to you by the merchant, you can accept it. That person has been in our territory for the past few months."
Traveling traders come and go here, often bringing us the food we need to survive and only taking away a few medicines in exchange.
Although no one will talk about it, we all know in our hearts that he is a great benefactor to our clan."
(Really? This guy Ryder actually came to live in a place like this after being let go by Arthur. Would Ryder, who is so greedy for money, also engage in loss-making business?)
"Master Patriarch." Bediwell couldn't help but said, "If possible, I would like to help you collect herbs. If you are willing to take us in, I can't live here for free. I should do something to help."
Tutan's expression changed in a complex way, whether he was happy or worried: "...the Everglades is very dangerous. Like when people go to collect medicine, they often never return. You will die there if you are not careful."
"
"I'm the only one going." Bedivere said, ignoring the protesting expression on Albert's side.
"Bedi?!"
"Your injury hasn't healed yet, so don't be brave. The swamp is full of bacteria. If you get infected, you will really die." Bediwell threw out the pre-prepared lies.
"Ugh..." Al muttered a bunch of Khajiit dialect that Bedi couldn't understand. It was probably not a compliment.
Two o'clock in the afternoon.
What appeared in front of Arthur was the third eternal Holy Spirit he wanted to challenge, [Throne of Domination].
The ten-foot-tall Holy Spirit is flanked by an army of a thousand people.
The [Dharma] possessed by the Commander's Seat is exactly the [Military Power], a Holy Spirit manifesting the ability of a thousand-man army to fight the enemy out of thin air.
He is the most brave and mighty Celestial Knight in the history of Pantorac, who wields soldiers like a god. He is also the Holy Spirit incarnated by the Knight of the Round Table, Hall. This Knight of the Round Table, Hall, is also the current Grand Duke of Celestial Knight Hall.
's ancestors.
The army of thousands of people, all strong and strong, all wore silver-white armor, their swords, shields, spears and axes were all silver-white, and the weapons in their hands emitted a dense white light.
The Holy Spirit, the seat of command, holds a giant silver blade, and the silver armor shines brightly in the sunlight.
Looking at the Holy Spirit surrounded by thousands of troops, Arthur seemed to be facing Grand Duke Hall again, and seemed to be standing in the chess room again, playing Legion War chess with Hall.
The only difference is that the opponent has a thousand flags, while Arthur has only one.
One thousand and one to one.
One hundred thousand troops shouted and rushed towards Arthur.
The soldiers slashed, stabbed, charged, and struck wildly.
Arthur split open a soldier's head with one hand, fell down instantly, and the sword blade passed over his head;
Arthur stabbed with his backhand, piercing the chest of the sneak attack soldier behind him. At the same time, he leaned to the right, and the spear passed half an inch above his left shoulder!
His left hand was not idle. He had already grabbed the Longwu dagger and slashed it out with his sword. The flames raised burned the heads of the three soldiers at the same time!
Another soldier had already charged forward with his shield raised! Arthur had already grabbed the edge of the shield before being hit, flipped behind the soldier, raised his sword and stabbed him deeply, piercing his back!
Arthur grabbed the shield and threw it out. The shield hit another soldier hard on the forehead. The soldier was still dazed. Arthur had already swiped his sword and cut the soldier in half!
The three soldiers raised their guns and stabbed at them together. Arthur rolled towards the enemy and avoided them all. At the same time, he drew a sword arc on the ground. Wherever the golden arc touched, there were soldiers with their legs cut off!
The commander's seat had already rushed over, and the giant sword fell down! Arthur squeezed to the left, knocking away another soldier, and at the same time dodging the fatal blow of the giant sword!
He didn't intend to have a head-on confrontation with the Holy Spirit so soon, but the other party's initiative to rush over was just what he wanted. After blocking another soldier's attack, Arthur reached out and touched his King's Sheath! Golden light exploded in the army.
, send all these soldiers who were created out of thin air by [Law] back to annihilation!
He turned around and expected the Holy Spirit to fight him one-on-one, but he was wrong.
The "Holy Spirit" was also completely annihilated. It was not the Holy Spirit, it just looked like another flag of the Holy Spirit!
Countless white rays of light fell from the sky, and soon another thousand troops were formed.
Arthur looked up and saw the real [Seat of Command] in the sky: a huge puppeteer floating in mid-air!
It has a thousand hands, each of which is controlling the group of soldiers on the ground to fight. The puppeteer's hands move quickly, and the puppet soldiers vividly reproduce various attack movements!
Arthur spread his wings and rushed into the sky. The soldiers on the ground also spread their wings and chased their targets in the sky.
Facing a thousand troops in mid-air is undoubtedly extremely disadvantageous. What Arthur has to face is a three-dimensional attack from any direction; and he moves only with his wings, and his dodge movements are not as good as when moving on the ground.
flexible!
Sooner or later he will be surrounded by a thousand troops, and Arthur has no time to hesitate! He wields his two swords and cuts a bloody path, rushing straight towards the Holy Spirit Puppeteer!
Crash! Swords collided with each other, and blades entangled with each other. The elite knight holding a giant sword stood in front of Arthur!
A dozen soldiers were also following Arthur, and they would arrive soon.
Arthur had no time to contend with the elite knights, so he drew a sword to force the knights back, and immediately used the opportunity to rush towards the Holy Spirit Puppeteer!
However, a burst of strength grabbed Arthur. The elite knight reached out and grabbed one of Arthur's wings to stop Arthur from moving forward! He struck with his giant sword, intending to kill Arthur!
However, Arthur made a backhand stroke, cut off one of his wings with a dagger, and used the remaining kinetic energy to rush towards the Holy Spirit! He rushed towards the Holy Spirit and launched a fatal blow, piercing the Holy Spirit's chest with his sword!
Countless soldiers followed behind Arthur, wielding countless swords, guns and swords. But the knight had already grasped the King's Sheath tightly and blocked it with his backhand! The golden light exploded again, and the [Spell Breaker] annihilated all the soldiers.
The unfolded gryphon shield also blocks all attacks!
After dealing with the offensive behind him, Arthur turned to deal with the Holy Spirit. He ignored the countless giant palms that the Holy Spirit swept towards him, and activated the giant blade of the Holy King's Sword! The powerful golden light exploded in the Holy Spirit's body, from the Holy Spirit's back
The giant palm came out and was about to beat Arthur to pieces, but Arthur opened his gryphon shield and instantly covered himself, deflecting all the Holy Spirit's giant palm attacks!
After dodging a wave of attacks, Arthur raised a huge 300-foot-long light blade, sweeping, slashing, slashing, and slashing with several swords, cutting the Holy Spirit into dozens of pieces!
The Holy Spirit was severely damaged and scattered on the ground! Arthur thought it was finally over this time, and just as he was expecting the falling Holy Spirit to turn into white light, a large piece of flesh was suddenly cut off from his right shoulder!
"Ugh...what?!" Arthur looked up in surprise.
From the location of the scattered Holy Spirit heart, a knight ran out!
The puppeteer is not the true form of the Holy Spirit. The puppeteer is just a huge golem controlled by human beings! The real true form, this white-armored knight, jumps out of his toy, waving countless blades, and can stretch out as he pleases.
Long, sharp sword whip--attack Arthur!
Arthur suffered a loss once, and of course he would not be fooled again! While avoiding the attack of the sword whip, he stepped on the falling fragments of the puppeteer and landed on the ground. The Holy Spirit Knight also followed, and the sword whip swept towards Arthur.
waist!
As soon as Arthur landed, he did a backflip. While avoiding the attack of the sword whip, he also stretched out his Holy King's Sword. The sword whip hit the blade of the Holy King's Sword and became entangled with the Holy Sword!
Arthur backflips to the ground and swings the Holy King's Sword forward at the same time! The Holy Sword entangled with the sword whip drags the Holy Spirit and throws the Holy Spirit into the air!
"You're not the only one who can control puppets!" The knight rushed forward. Before the Holy Spirit fell to the ground, both swords came out and plunged firmly into the Holy Spirit's chest! He used both hands together and raised the sword to tear the Holy Spirit directly.
chest!
Wow--------
This time it really won. The Holy Spirit didn't even cry out. Its body quickly disintegrated and turned into countless white lights, which began to scatter in the air.
Arthur put away his sword and watched the next changes of the Holy Spirit with trepidation. He prayed, hoping that the Holy Spirit would not run into his left shoulder again.
The Holy Spirit heard Arthur's prayer and did not run into Arthur's left shoulder.
------But the Holy Spirit did not just run into Arthur's scabbard.
Like a mischief, it got in through the wound on Arthur's right shoulder!
------[God] always likes to play tricks on people.
"Ahhhhhhhhh! ------" There was another burst of heartbreaking pain! Arthur's arms were throbbing together, and the pain made him break out in a cold sweat. What was in front of him
The scenery also changed at the same time, and we immediately returned to the cemetery in the Pure Land of Avalon.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Arthur knelt down on the ground and looked at Greenville running over, "Stop, painkillers! Hurry!"
"Wow, what's going on?!" Greenville saw Arthur's right arm being eroded by the Holy Spirit, and white light spiraling around Arthur's arm. The girl was stunned with fear.
"Greenvale?!" Arthur urged. If the pain was not relieved, he felt that he was going to die from the pain that filled his whole body*!
(*Note: People who are stimulated by severe pain may indeed suffer from cerebral hemorrhage, blood vessel rupture, etc.)
The girl took out the potion and quickly injected it into the knight's arms.
"Ugh..." As the medicine entered the body, the pain eased slightly, and Arthur also breathed a sigh of relief: "The next thing..."
He fainted in Greenville's arms.
At night, the territory of the Turks (Elephants).
Bedivere looked at the berries in the pot.
Tutan, the leader of the Elephant Men, also said that these bog berries need to be heated for a long time to completely decompose the toxins. But the werewolf boy didn't know that it was so troublesome to cook these things thoroughly.
He looked at the constant rising and falling of berries with red foam in the pot, and couldn't help but feel nauseated. This is not delicious food in any way. If people have to live on this, it is simply a hellish life. Compared with tigers
Those tasteless scones people eat are a million times worse.
"Since this thing needs to be heated in a pot for a long time..." Albert on the side couldn't help but ask, "Then, what should we do if there is no water or firewood?"
"Haha," Tutan sneered, "Yeah, why half? Fortunately, this thing will not rot for a long time. We can only dry it and store it until there is water and fire before eating it."
That is to say, even if there is food and there is no way to cook it, you will still be hungry.
"Of course, some villains really can't bear it. If they eat it directly--" the elephant man said with a bitter smile, "the worst case scenario is death."
Of course, there are also people who are unwilling to live and suffer and would rather die.
Bedivere has seen a lot of hells recently. Hells that are happening right now that can be seen, and hells that have happened in the past that can only be imagined. There are countless such hells in the Underdark, and each one is dark, and the souls in it are suffering.
All torture.
As he pondered, even the bowl of berry porridge handed to him by Tutan almost overturned. In shock, he held it down steadily with both hands, held it carefully, and took a sip.
Sure enough, this thing is sour and unpalatable, like drinking potion.
Albert on the side ate very appetizingly, and gurgled the bowl of watery stuff into his stomach. Bedivere couldn't help but wonder if this little tiger had no sense of taste.
"Go to bed when you are full. You are going to collect medicine tomorrow, so you must have a good rest and refresh yourself." Tutan warned.
Seeing that the other party was so serious, Bedi knew that this was not a joke, and quickly poured the potion-like berry porridge into his stomach. The terrible sour taste almost made him faint.
Late at night, in a small room dug out of a tree hole, two teenagers were sleeping on the floor, sharing the only tattered blanket in the cold winter night.
Although the berry porridge tastes terrible, it has the effect of strengthening the body. Bedivere felt that he was full of energy and could not sleep at all. He and Al were back to back, and they could feel the warmth coming from each other's bodies.
"Al? Are you asleep?" he asked softly.
The tiger boy didn't answer. Bedi didn't know if the other person was really asleep, or if he was angry with himself and deliberately didn't answer.
"Al, I'm sorry about what happened today. But, you know, your injury has not healed yet, and Chief Tutan also said that the Everglades is a very dangerous place--"
"In the end, you still don't believe me." Albert said, "Everyone treats me as a loser, as garbage, as a piece of meat that will be fed to the monsters------"
"I don't---"
"Stop talking. I can't help you. This is a fact." Albert whispered, "At least, don't let me affect your rest. Go to sleep quickly."
Bedivere wanted to say something else, but Albert had already huddled up and buried his head in a pillow made of wood chaff. He didn't intend to listen to Bedivere anymore.
Bedi sighed. He just wanted to protect Al and wait for the opportunity to get everyone out of danger. He didn't expect that this would also hurt Albert's feelings.
Albert's heart is very fragile now. When he knew that he had been abandoned by his father, his heart began to slowly collapse.
Bedivere wanted to repair his friend's heart, but he was too clumsy to do it. He was afraid that if he made a mistake, he would completely break Albert's heart.
With worries and uneasiness, he forced himself to fall asleep.