Chapter 840: Escape and Kill in the Demon Swamp (16)
Chapter 840 Escape from the Demon Swamp (16)
At the same time, Bediwell and Seglade, who were responsible for collecting herbs, carefully walked slowly in the mud.
Perhaps it was because the White Nile River was relatively fast-flowing, but the water in the Everglades in southern Sudan was relatively clear and clean, and the swamps were only as deep as their knees.
This open and clean environment has reduced the number of dangerous monsters, but there may still be various poisonous snakes and crocodiles lurking in the swamp, so do not move lightly.
Segrad picked up the spear in his hand and kept poking it along the way, so as to find out whether there were any monsters hiding in the swamp in front of him.
However, since the mire is not too deep, the monster hiding in it should not be too big, so even if it were encountered, it would probably not be difficult to deal with it.
All in all, this was a less risky adventure than the crazy swamp before.
"Ah, I found it, meow." Seglade saw something growing on a piece of rotten wood in front of him, and quickly moved over.
"Is this... a mushroom?" Bediwell looked at the red mushrooms with white spots growing from the trunk: "Aren't we looking for bog berries?"
"This can also be taken. Although this [Blood Leopard Mushroom] has a strong psychedelic effect when taken internally, crushing it into a potion and applying it to the wound can also have analgesic and antibacterial effects. ---
Anyway, let’s pick some, meow.”
"Of course." The werewolf and the leopard man started picking poisonous mushrooms together and stuffed them into the luggage bag. However, there were only a few mushrooms, and they were all picked immediately.
"Next---go to that hillock to see meow?" Saifer shifted his gaze and focused his attention on a lilac grass in the distance.
"Is this a bogberry?"
"Well...it's not meow." Saifei shrugged: "But this is a stimulant. People used to make medicine from this kind of [Crescent Moon Grass]. Meow. After eating it, the heart and lung function will be enhanced.
Increase immunity in a short time---"
"Yes, yes, in short, it is good for the body ---" Bediwell was afraid of hearing Seglade's wordiness, so he immediately interrupted: "Let's pick it up quickly."
Seglade rolled his eyes at the werewolf.
"What's wrong?" Bedivere felt uncomfortable being stared at and immediately glanced back at the leopard man young man.
"No...it's nothing, meow." Seglade whispered: "I'm just curious...you seem to be an old friend of my father, meow. The tone of your conversation with my father is as if we have known each other for more than ten years."
An acquaintance, meow."
"Oh, it's nothing." Bedivere said casually while picking the purple herbs: "It's only seven years at most."
"What the hell---?!"
"Uh... I was in the orc army together, yes, that's when I met your father." Bedivere lied casually. Fortunately, he had already thought of a similar excuse.
"Yes, that makes sense." Seglade tried to find flaws in the werewolf's words, but Bedivere's words were so vague that there was no way to find flaws.
Of course, if he kept asking, he would always find the flaw.
"Army, meow? Which army is it, meow?"
The hand of the werewolf collecting medicine paused for half a second: "Uh... Orc joint force."
"Which team, meow?"
"First..." Bediwell knew that if he kept talking nonsense, he would reveal his fault, so he quickly made up an excuse: "Hey, I was a teenage boy soldier at the time, and I was forced to go to the front line to fight. How could I possibly
Remember so carefully?"
"Tsk---" Seglade frowned again: "So... By the way, how did you meet my dad? What kind of person was my dad who was in the army at that time?"
"Oh, Palamedes is a good man, really. He took good care of me when I was a child." Bedivere finished the game quickly. It was right to add a lot of compliments at this time: "He also
As I said, he has children at home, and he looks at me like his own child, so he takes special care of me---"
"That's strange---" Segrad stopped, turned his head, and narrowed his eyes at the werewolf: "My father was a bastard at the time. How could he care about a man in the same army?"
Boy soldier meow.
Moreover, the biggest problem is that dad escaped from the orc army seven years ago and was captured by King Arthur of Great Britain. Why did you---"
"Yes, of course he is!" The werewolf interrupted Seglade: "So the last time I saw him was seven years ago! There has been no news from him since then--"
Seglade narrowed his golden and green cat eyes and looked at Bedivere with suspicion: "And you, seven years later, were not surprised at all when you saw my dad again, as if
Knowing that he was not killed as a prisoner of war, it seems like he is still alive so far. Hum------＂
This question left Bedivere completely dumbfounded and speechless for a moment.
"Mr. Bedivere, who are you? Are you really just my dad's old friend in the army?"
The werewolf groaned: "Well...you should ask your dad about this."
"He will definitely not tell me, meow. He will definitely say, [Since Bedivere doesn't want to tell you, then I can't tell you even more] or something like that."
"I think that's good too..." the werewolf muttered.
"Yes, it's good, meow." There was a vague hostility in Seglade's words: "You are my father's friend. As long as my father is willing to believe in you, I will believe in you unconditionally, meow."
However, since you are a member of the Beast Heat Army, I will not completely trust you, meow. Do you know how cruel things the Grik tribe did to our three fathers and sons back then, meow?
In my eyes, you people in the army are actually a bunch of scum. Whether you were involved in that incident or not, it doesn’t make much difference."
The werewolf's heart sank. Seglade had indeed grown up, and was no longer the innocent child who didn't know love or hate.
Once Segrad becomes sensible, he will know how to bear grudges against the Grik (leopard people) clan.
It was precisely because Hackett, the leader of the Greenk tribe at the time, was in cahoots with the foxes that Seglade's twin brother, Seifer, turned into a terrifying dark sub-infected creature and was sent to the fox tribe's research institute.
All the pain and suffering.
It was precisely this series of mistakes that led to the death of the Palamedes family.
It is impossible for anyone who knows anything not to hold grudges. Of course Seglade has the right to hate.
But his hatred should not be vented on Bedivere. This matter has nothing to do with Bedivere. Being so hated, the werewolf felt helpless as if he was shot while lying down.
"You don't need to look at me like that." Bedivere sighed helplessly and confessed: "Well, I'm not from the army. You and I are actually in the same boat."
"Even if you say so..."
"Believe me. I am your friend and will never harm you, Seglade." The werewolf paused again and changed his words: "Torvir."
"Uh!" The young leopard man twitched as if he was being stung: "How do you know...only Arthur and I know about this---"
(None of this matters anymore.)
The werewolf stared blankly at the leopard man youth, as if he could convince him with just his eyes.
In fact, he may have already done it.
Seglade sighed and showed a compromising expression: "You know a lot, meow. Maybe you really are not a bad person, meow."
"You don't need to believe me right away. But you can continue to observe me. When you think I am really worthy of trust, just believe me." The werewolf looked away and said, "Stop talking, it's more important to do business."
Where is the herb you are looking for?"
"Hmm..." Saifei looked around, searching carefully in the swamp: "Oh, that meow!"
In the shadow of a slope, next to the water, a small green plant suddenly caught the werewolf's eye.
Are those wild bog berries? Bediwell had eaten picked and dried bog berries in Turks, but he never expected that the color of wild berries would be so...bright.
Hanging on the branches of the grass, they look like bunches of small grapes, but their color is as bright red as flames.
This small, mouth-watering red fruit is actually deadly poisonous and cannot be eaten without heating it in water for a long time to remove the poison.
"Ah, what a rich bunch of cats. Sure enough, it's because this is the tropics." Seglade walked over to collect herbs. The conversation just now made him have all kinds of strange thoughts in his mind, and it took him a long time just to calm down.
Without paying attention, he was even more absent-minded at the moment, losing his usual vigilance.
He walked carelessly in the swamp, unaware of the danger lurking under the water.
"Okay---" He grabbed the bogberry tree by the water with one hand: "After picking this, we can go back."
"Segrad, lie down!" The werewolf raised his bow and screamed.
Time stands still in those thousandths of a second.
Seglade, who had not yet understood the situation, saw Bediwell pointing his bow at him, ready to shoot at any time!
Whether or not to believe in the werewolf determines the fate of the young leopard man. If he believes it, he should lie down and let Bedivere's bow and arrow shoot at him.
In this case, maybe he will be shot to death by an arrow; or maybe the bow and arrow will penetrate some kind of sneak attack monster behind him, and he will be rescued.
His destiny is determined by trust, and it's just a simple choice.
The young leopard man chose to believe it. He squatted and rolled forward, but he was vaguely worried that Bedivere's arrow would fall on him.
Stab! Behind him there was the sound of an arrow being hit by something.
As the young leopard man climbed up, he turned around and saw that it was...a long tentacle?!
"Run!" Bedivere yelled and shot another arrow at the same time.
The tentacle that was hit by the arrow should have been disturbed by pain, leaving no room for another attack.
But the owner of the tentacle seemed to be unaware of the pain, and still waved the long, sharp, bright red tentacle full of barbs, attacking the leopard man's young man's back!
Seglade started running, rolling and crawling, and Bedivere's arrow also passed by his cheek at the same time, accurately hitting the tentacles of some kind of monster that should have pierced the leopard man's back.
Although he was not stopped by the pain caused by the arrow, the impact of the arrow still stopped the monster's attack, allowing Seglade to escape safely.
"What the hell is that?!" Seglade was still in shock and turned to look at the situation behind him.