With the sound of a mechanism churning, an elevator made of vines and wood descended from the cliff of the floating island, with the intention of letting the werewolf and leopard warriors sit on it.
"Palami, please sit down first," Bedivere looked at the unstable elevator.
"No, hahaha, you should go first ---" Big cats are afraid of heights.
"It's you first, Palamedes, are you afraid of heights as a cat?" Bedivere gave the leopard a hard look.
"No, as a dog, you should get more accustomed to high altitudes," Palamedes retorted.
Being said to be a dog, a blue vein appeared on Bedivere's forehead.
The savages on the side began to discuss one after another, seeming to be puzzled by the dispute between the two "gods".
"Look, Palamedes, if you don't go up, these dwarfs will be dissatisfied. If they don't treat you as a god, we will be killed and eaten." The werewolf continued to put pressure on the leopard. .
"You are the one, Bediwell," the Leopard Warrior said, not to be outdone: "Their respect for you is obviously far less than their respect for me. If we continue to argue like this, they will think that you, the [Little God], am not as good as me." The enemy of the [Great God] will kill you and eat you,"
"I think you are not the [Great God], but the [Old God], huh-hu------"
"What the hell," the leopard man said angrily: "Bediwell, you can joke about other things. If you joke about this, I will get angry. I am only in my thirties, how old am I?"
"You are still pretending to be young, even though your two sons are already eighteen years old," Bediwell looked at the Leopard Man with disdain: "The children have grown up, should you admit that you are old?"
"That's because I've been petrified for seven years------"
"Then can you not include those seven years into your age? Haha---actually you are an uncle in his forties, oh no, uncle, right?"
"Bedivere, do you really deserve a beating?" Paramedis looked at the werewolf with an angry face.
"Oh, I'm scared," the werewolf made a provocative gesture: "Are you going to compete among these savages? The loser is doomed and will be cut up and eaten by the savages. ,Aren’t you afraid?"
"Yes, I'm scared." The leopard man grinned and showed off his weapon: "Watch me kill you and cook you into dog meat and eat it."
"Yes, cat meat seems to be a good dinner," said Bediwell, also holding a whip.
Just when the two were at loggerheads and almost started to fight.
"Um...do you want to come up?" a voice on the floating island asked.
"Ah," Bedivere heard someone who could speak English and quickly looked up.
It was a male white man. Due to the poor lighting conditions at the scene, Bediwell could only vaguely see the outline and skin color of the man, but the man was definitely a human being.
"There are Europeans in this damn place," Palamedes also exclaimed.
"Just take the lift up, we'll talk about the details later, okay?" The white man spoke English that was not very fluent, and a lot of his grammar was quite classical, as if he had left civilized society a long, long time ago. Settled in this world of savages.
Bedivere and Paramedis looked at each other suspiciously, and without any more arguments, they obediently took turns taking the elevator to the floating island.
After coming up, they discovered that the floating island had a very wide view, with a few cabins and some devices of unknown purpose. The structure of the elevator even used pulleys and booms. Although it was made of wood, But you can vaguely feel the atmosphere of civilization.
"Um, are you--" Bedivere walked over and was about to ask.
"Wait a minute," the white man was operating some kind of equipment. The two booms on the equipment were quickly lowered, and the stones on the booms were piled on a large glowing pit on the floating island. inside.
Then, the entire floating island began to rise and fly higher into the sky.
Only then did Bediwell understand that the two piles of hanging stones were light stones, and the glowing ones in the pit were sprite mines filled with lightning energy.
The floating island itself is an elevator, which will carry people on the island higher into the sky.
"Okay," the white man stopped what he was doing and sat down beside a wooden pillar.
The torches on the pillars reflect the appearance of this white man. He has a typical European face, gray-brown hair, and a standard white body.
And this guy is almost completely naked, and the only "clothing" he wears is the same as those of the savages, a kind of sleeve made of rolled leaves, used to cover important parts. There is only a rope to tie the leaf sleeve, and it seems that it can be used at any time. It seems like they will all break.
Because he had not worn clothes for a long time, this man's skin became rough and hard, but he did not tan and still maintained the fair complexion of a white man. This is probably because the East African plateau is covered by thunder and lightning clouds all year round and does not receive much sunlight.
"Well," Bedivere subconsciously looked away from the man, but kept asking: "Who are you, and why is a white man here?"
"I, my name is John Paul, you can call me Professor Paul, Professor Paul from the School of Ethnology, University of St. London, Pantorac."
(Wow, he is a scholar, and he is completely naked,)
Palamedes immediately sneered: "What a professor. Why would a scholar from Great Britain appear in such a savage's lair? It's really surprising."
"I study ethnology. The Pygmies are the most mysterious race in the world. I have settled in Africa for thirty years just to study the culture of this race."
"So dedicated," Bedivere looked at the professor coldly: "You don't even know that [Pantolaken] has changed the country's name to [British], right? How can you study cannibals in a place like this?" What's the point, and you weren't eaten---"
"Of course I won't be eaten," Professor Paul waved his hand disdainfully, casting his eyes on a few Pygmies standing guard: "Although these savages are considered notorious [cannibals], they are They actually don't eat outsiders, they only eat their own people, and it's not just to satisfy their hunger,"
"---Oh," the Leopard Warrior stared suspiciously.
"Really, they only eat seriously injured or seriously ill tribesmen. They only eat them when they know that these injured people are hopeless. It is said that they want these dead people to continue their lives and become the bodies of other tribesmen." part of it, continue to live,"
"Uh---" Bedivere stuck out his tongue and made a disgusting expression: "I don't care, no matter how good the reasons and excuses are, the disgusting cannibalism is still disgusting, and these barbarians are still ugly. Damn it, you actually gave up life in the civilized world just to study this damn dwarf, it’s unbelievable,”
Professor Paul rolled his eyes at the werewolf: "Your so-called civilized society is a twisted and weird world. Can you please stop using your [civilized people's] values to judge these savages?"
There is no right or wrong in this world. They are just rules imposed by [civilized people], and those rules are not applicable in this barbaric society."
"...Okay, whatever," Bedivere didn't bother to argue with the other party, and finished with a perfunctory sentence.
Professor Paul rolled his eyes at the two orcs again: "So, the people in front of me are an Esquimo and a Grik. What kind of wind brought you to this place?"
Bedivere was stunned for a moment. He hadn't been called by the full name of his race for a long time. People either called him "Werewolf" or jokingly called him "Dog". Very few people would call him [Ace]. Kimo], a name that even he himself could hardly remember.
"We ---" Seeing that Bediwell was still in a daze, Paramedis rushed to speak, "We are participating in the [Trial of the Knights of the Round Table]. This is the area we have to pass through in the exam. We just happened to meet him." This group of Pygmies were just brought here by them,"
"And they [happen] to regard you as [Sonohasta] in their myths and legends, interesting,"
"Actually, it's not such a coincidence..." Bedivere said helplessly. It was all because of Paramedes who thundered and discharged in front of this group of savages, and showed off all kinds of cool skills. These savages were shocked.
Looking back now, if the leopard hadn't done anything more, the Pygmies might have immediately lost interest in the werewolves and leopard warriors, and retreated after a few trials, leaving the two of them with a peaceful night.
Bedivere glared at the leopard warrior: It's all your fault.
"What on earth is that?" Paramedes couldn't help but avoid Bedivere's burning eyes, and quickly changed the topic: "[Sonohasta],"
"Hum," Professor Paul crossed his arms and grunted: "It's something like a heavenly general, a savior, or a god descending to earth. The Pygmies firmly believe that every three thousand years, a god will descend from the sky. God, pray for their family to eliminate disasters. This god is the incarnation of thunder and lightning. He can emit wild thunder from his whole body and use electricity as a spear to assassinate [the devil in the sky]."
The werewolf's ears twitched and he immediately asked: "What is [Devil in the Sky]?"
(Could it be...an evil spirit,,)
"I don't know," Professor Paul shrugged: "That is a very old legend after all, God knows what it actually symbolizes."
Boom, a violent vibration came from the floating island, almost knocking the leopard and wolf to the ground. The entire island had flown under another larger island and connected with the bottom of the big floating island.
A large cave at the bottom of the large floating island immediately placed some kind of wooden ladder, which merged with a device on the small floating island to form a path going up.
"Okay, that's awesome, he's obviously a savage," Bedivere muttered in a low voice.
"Stop talking, let's take you to see the great elder first," Professor Paul got up and said, "Come with me, this is the base camp of the Pygmy people, you'd better be careful, if anything goes wrong, I will also I can’t save you,"
Bedivere and Paramedis each swallowed a mouthful of saliva and followed Professor Paul, step by step, walking towards the depths of the Big Floating Island.