Chapter 389 Preparations for Battle in Dark Night III
Chapter 389 Preparing for war in the dark night (3)
On the way back, Bediwell couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Paver...are you really not angry with me?"
"angry?"
"What happened to your father...you know, we killed your father in Rome..." Bedivere muttered, fearing that his inappropriate tone would offend the Elephant Man.
"Father? No. Father, a bad guy." Pavor replied briefly, "Use me for experiments, it hurts. It's best to die."
Bedi only understood roughly. He followed Pafu with a puzzled look on his face.
Seeing that the explanation was unclear, Xiangren took off his shirt. His upper body was covered with more scars, and those wounds were horribly large. In addition to the marks of knife wounds, there were more marks of being pierced by sharp stakes as big as a palm.
The werewolf boy swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Could this be all caused by Papho's father?
"Father, we are studying anesthetics. I am the experimental subject." Pavor said with an indifferent expression, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.
The forbidden drug used by the Elephants---the Hero's Drug---is a kind of anesthetic that can make people fight crazy. This drug was first used as a clinical experiment on this young Elephant.
The crazy pharmacist was able to make his son look like this for the sake of experiment.
There really are everyone in this world.
After returning to Pafo's home, Bedi saw Chief Tutan talking to Albert. Al spoke so seriously, as if he was talking about something important.
Pavel lives in Bediville: "Don't disturb."
"I got it." The werewolf boy leaned against the outer wall of the tree house in anger, waiting for Al and the others to finish.
About half an hour later, the patriarch walked out of the house and happened to catch a glimpse of Bediwell: "Oh, are you waiting here? ------Why did you turn green?"
Bedivere glared at Pavor fiercely: "Side effects. ------Is Albert okay? What's going on?"
"Huhu, you can ask him yourself." Tutan sneered.
At this time, thunder exploded, and it started to rain again. It was incredible that there could be so much rain in winter. It was as if all the rainwater that had been drained away during the dry season for several years had to be returned at once.
Tutan snorted and was about to leave. Bediwell quickly stopped the Elephant Man clan leader: "Patriarch, I would like to ask, is there any way to meet with the clan leader of the Bairosya clan (White Bear clan)?"
The White Bears are also a group of peace-loving guys. If they can be persuaded, the chance of preventing this war will be greater.
"Impossible." Tutan shook his head and said, "After the last leader of the White Bear people was killed, those poor guys have been kept in captivity by the foxes. You can't see them."
"Captivity, captivity?!"
"The white bears have such honest characters and don't have many tribesmen. They couldn't resist if they were captured and imprisoned." Tutan said disdainfully, "They were imprisoned in a certain fox man's research institute, like a bunch of beasts."
Live life. The cubs born are either sold as slaves or used for research. That's why I say that foxes have no humanity."
Bedivere's heart sank again. He didn't know much about the White Bears. The only White Bear he knew was his brother Papalov. His feelings for his brother were subconsciously projected onto the White Bears, making him unable to deal with these people.
The bears ignored him.
Tutan instantly saw through the werewolf boy's thoughts, and immediately shook his head and said: "Quickly give up this dangerous idea. You can't save those white bears. They are under the control of the foxes and have been saved for a long time.----
--The weak only deserve to be enslaved, understand? ------It's time for me to leave. In order to prevent my clan from being enslaved, it's time to get down to business."
"Lord Patriarch..." Bedivere wanted to say something more, but Tutan had already turned his head and walked away.
"The war," Pavor said.
Tutan came back to the village to visit because of the timely rain, and now it was time to go to the front line to command the army. Bedi's persuasion seemed to be of no use: except for increasing the patriarch's favor with him, nothing changed.
Bedivere walked into the house with a heavy heart and saw Albert busy painting himself with strange blue paint. That should be some kind of ritual paint?
"Bedi, you're here? Help me paint my back." Albert grinned silly.
"What are you doing?"
"Prepare for tomorrow's coming-of-age ceremony. Chief Tutan also said that if I can hunt the Lord of the Swamp, I am already a qualified Elephant Man. They are happy to accept me into their tribe." The tiger boy's eyes were shining brightly.
, he seemed serious.
"You are a tiger-man, not an elephant-man..." Bedivere disagreed, "and since you have overcome [hyperphobia], you should have no problem returning to the Fierce Fang Clan's village now."
Already."
"...No." Albert was very stubborn, "My father has abandoned me. Even if he asks me to go back now, I will never go back. I have no home to go back to, Bedi. Now
You can only go wherever you go."
This is so strange. Just because he was abandoned, now he has to beg for help?! Al has obviously changed, and he obviously has a better choice.
Patriarch Roble clearly never said he wanted to abandon Al. Everything was just nonsense from that damn fox. Albert could obviously go home, be accepted by his father, and live a life that belongs to him.
------How stupid it is to give up the happiness you should have just because of a moment of anger.
Seeing that Albert had already made up his mind, Bedivere couldn't say much. He walked over to help Al and apply paint on the tiger's exposed back.
With a heavy heart, I silently support my friend's decision.
Afternoon.
"Ha, ha, ha." Arthur panted and teleported back to the cemetery. This time the challenge failed.
The Holy Spirit, the Throne of Denial, denies everything in the world. It is the ability to directly reverse the law of cause and effect, completely nullifying all damage caused to the Holy Spirit and turning it into "never happened".
Therefore, it is simply impossible to harm the Holy Spirit.
Even if you use the King's Sheath's ability [Spell Breaker] to temporarily remove the Holy Spirit's [Spell], after the effectiveness of the Spell Breaker wears off, the Holy Spirit will still return to its original state, and everything will be as if it never happened.
A god who can negate damage cannot be killed no matter what. Slashing it with a sword thousands of times is a complete waste of time.
"Arthur, are you okay?" Greenville helped the knight up and asked, "If this Holy Spirit is really that difficult to deal with, don't worry about it for the time being. Go back and rest first, and then come up with a good solution."
This is the only way. But Arthur is still unconvinced: "King Other, is this different from what you said!? You clearly said ------"
"The Holy Spirit is also constantly evolving. After so many years, it is not surprising that it has developed new abilities." King Osel's Spirituality said.
Arthur looked at King Other with suspicion. This guy, the strategy for [Seat of Command] given last time was already very incomplete. The true face of the Seat of Command turned out to be a knight hiding among the giant puppeteers. If
Arthur did not rely on his own bravery and wisdom to survive the crisis. He was probably killed by King Other's wrong intelligence!
This time is also very dangerous. There is a time limit for teleportation in subspace. It was the time limit that saved Arthur and pulled him back to the pure land of Avalon from the unbeatable [Seat of Negation]. If it had been a few seconds later,
, the sword in the hand of the Seat of Negation is about to pierce Arthur's heart!
Arthur looked at King Uther's spirit in confusion. Spirit is a body of thoughts composed of human kindness. According to King Uther, spirit cannot lie or harm others.
Now, even this is starting to look very suspicious.
Arthur no longer knows whether to trust King Other.