At the same time, in a village of the Pygmi tribe, in a certain village house.
"Uh---" Bedivere looked extremely depressed and wore an old scholar's clothes.
The clothes had been there for some years, and when the werewolf wore them, there was a musty smell all over his body, and even a nauseating feeling of dampness and stickyness.
"Don't be too demanding. These are the clothes I wore when I came to Africa for inspection thirty years ago." Professor Paul saw the dissatisfaction painted on the werewolf's face and quickly comforted him: "Just wear it, unless you want to
Wear the same [clothes] that I am wearing now."
Bedivere took another look at Professor Paul's so-called "clothes", a leaf cover used to cover important parts. What a standard Pygmy savage national costume.
The werewolf lamented again: "No, thank you."
(I wouldn’t wear that kind of thing even to death.)
"Having said that -" the werewolf looked at the leopard man warrior who was still leaning on his spear and swaying slightly: "What should we do next?"
"I don't know, *burp*, hehe ------" Paramedes was still drunk, or he was even more drunk. He saw Bedivere looking at him with a sullen look on his face.
The damn big cat shows no guilt at all.
The werewolf silently pulled out the whip, and used weak electricity to dexterously control the turtle-tongue whip, letting the whip sneak close to the big cat's feet. He yanked it while Palamedes wasn't paying attention, and tore open the big cat's whip.
Using the spear to support his body, Palamedes fell to the ground with a plop!
It should have been like this. But Palamedes had already wrapped his tail around the roof beam on the side. He did not fall to the ground, but hung there at an angle of 45 degrees, which looked very funny.
"Oh hehehe, you want to play with your vagina? *burp* you are too young, meow!"
Bedivere glared at Palamedes and said nothing.
At the same time, the great elder of the Pegmie tribe walked in. He said a few words that Bediwell did not understand, but the werewolf did not need to make any guesses. The great elder must be urging Bediwell and the others to deal with the "Sky"
The devil in ".
"Let's go." Professor Paul said: "The great elders and the others can't wait to see the [gods] use their powers to repel the demons."
"Of course they are anxious ---" the werewolf replied casually, and followed the elder and others outside the house: "Because these guys even gave us the artifact that the clan regarded as a treasure."
He glanced at the spear in Palamedes' hand - Gengunil's black-silver body and light-gold head, and each spoke of his hunger.
However, even though this is an extremely great weapon, its current user, Palamedes, is a drunken big cat who can't even stand still.
Moreover, this drunk cat cannot use magic, which means that it cannot bring out the true power of Gengunir.
Is it really okay to challenge a violent god under such circumstances?
Worrying too much was of no use. Bedivere sighed and walked to the house. This house was originally located on the edge of Pegmi Village. After walking a few steps, they stopped in front of a cliff on the floating island.
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The werewolf looked at the scenery on the cliff in confusion. Under his feet was a bottomless darkness - the ground on the East African Plateau could not be seen clearly from this height: "Well, this is a cliff. What next?"
"Be quiet, you'll see it soon," Professor Paul reminded.
A small floating island flew over from the distant sky.
It quickly connected with the big floating island, as if there was some kind of magnetic force that attracted them together. The stone steps built on the small floating island were placed on the edge of the big floating island, as if to welcome everyone to board the small floating island.
island.
"Daduluke." The great elder said, leading a dozen of his followers behind him, and walked onto the small floating island.
Palamedes also used the spear as a crutch and staggered up the steps.
Only then did Bediwell understand that this small floating island should be some kind of transportation vehicle.
"I still can't believe it. How does this work?" Bedivere said as he walked up the steps.
"Oh, actually it couldn't be simpler." Professor Paul explained behind the werewolf: "The light stone itself has a certain degree of magnetism. This kind of magnetism may be insignificant on a small piece of light stone. But when they are concentrated in a large number on a certain
When you are on a floating island, the entire floating island will be affected by the magnetic field.
Due to its special geographical conditions, this airspace itself has a fixed magnetic field like ocean currents. These small floating islands will continue to move in circles within this fixed magnetic current and will never deviate from its proper orbit."
"But it's stuck to the big floating island ---" After Bediwell completely landed on the small floating island, he looked back at the big floating island where the Pegmi village is located. Since both of them are magnetic, they stick to each other.
Wouldn’t it be impossible to separate in the future?
"Oh, take a good look, it's over there." Professor Paul pointed to a device on the east side of the small floating island.
A few savages were operating the device. Just as Bedivere had seen before, they used pulleys and poles to lift a stone pile filled with sprite high, and then let it drop to a floating island.
In a cave filled with light stones.
The electricity released by the sparkle stone makes the light stone buoyant, causing the entire island to fly higher, breaking away from the attraction of the big floating island.
"It has been said that the magnetism of the light stone is not very strong. A little buoyancy can offset the magnetic effect." Professor Paul found a large dry stone aside and sat down comfortably: "
Come on, take a rest first. There is still a long way to go."
"That's right, *burp*, I'll take a nap before talking." The big cat lay down on the rocky ground and took a nap.
The werewolf sighed and watched as the small floating island they were on was gradually pulled by some invisible magnetic force and flew far away to the east.
There is no end to the sky in the distance, and the werewolves cannot tell which of the large and small floating islands in the sky is their destination.
He sat down on the spot, obviously there was nothing he could do except wait, but he kept saying anxiously: "You'd better finish this matter as soon as possible. We have to rush back to the camp tonight, and our
My companions are meeting up."
He and Paramedis were originally just out for mining, but they didn't expect that mining some splinterite would cause such big troubles. I wonder what happened to Albert and others in the camp? Bediwell couldn't help but worry.
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"Don't worry, the Great Elder and the others only hope that you can defeat the demon. After you complete this task, they will not make things difficult for you anymore."
"Humph, I hope so. Having said that--" The werewolf suppressed his uneasiness and changed the topic: "The working principle of these floating islands is really ingenious. If it is a natural thing, it would be too magical."
He remembered the pedestal made by the ancient people before, where Gongunir was placed.
"These things are almost as if...man-made." He boldly hypothesized.
Of course, almost no one present would pay any attention to the werewolf. The Pegmies couldn't understand Bedivere's words at all, and Paramedis was as drunk as mud and fell asleep on the ground. Among the people present,
Professor Paul is the only person left who can be Bedivere's conversation partner.
The old scholar pondered for a few seconds before slowly speaking: "Well, God knows. Maybe all of this was naturally formed and was exploited by these smart savages;
Or maybe these were made by ancient people, but fell into disuse until they were discovered and used by the Pygmies.
But none of that matters anymore, all that matters is the fact that [they did exist]."
The werewolf frowned. He always felt that Professor John Paul was not just an ethnologist. He said that he was here to investigate the culture of the Pygmies, but God knows if he had other intentions and was studying in secret.
It tells about the super-ancient civilization hidden in this cannibal village.
For a white European to be able to integrate so harmoniously into this wild and primitive cannibal tribe, he must have some background.
If Bediwell hadn't been in a hurry because of the exam and had to leave immediately tomorrow, he might have stayed here a few more days to study this weird and mysterious cannibal tribe in detail. But that was a matter for the future.
Pulled by the magnetic field, the floating island flew faster and faster, and soon another huge floating island appeared in the distant sky in the east.
Different from the "Bone Village" of the Pygmies, the huge floating island in the distance has huge towers, walls and coffins, which seems to be a palace.
And that should be the destination of Bediwell and others.
"Oh my god---" The werewolf looked at the palace from a distance, but another familiar picture appeared in his mind.
How come the appearance of that [palace] is so similar to the former research institute of the Romani Tribe (Vox Tribe)?!
Seven years ago, Bedivere was captured in a similar building, escaped from it, and blew it up. Even after seven years, the werewolf has not forgotten the feeling of disgust and hatred at that time.
"Well... is it *hic*, nexus again?" Paramedes, who was still sleeping, opened his eyes slightly and looked at the wonderful building in the distance: "*hic*
This kind of place."
The werewolf thought of the various inhumane experiments conducted by the foxes in the research institute and the various dark creatures they cultivated. Bedivere suddenly felt like vomiting. The werewolf thought of their team's attack on the last fox tribe seven years ago.
When I was in the research institute, there was a terrifying darkness hidden inside.
------What will it be this time?
His bad premonition was about to come true. A huge black shadow flew out of the castle, and rushed towards the floating island where Bedivere and others were at an extremely fast and violent speed!
That thing is coming menacingly and does not seem to be a benevolent creature. The werewolf has already drawn his bow, nocked his arrows, and is ready to shoot!
Whoosh! The wooden arrow flew out from the string and shot straight towards the big black shadow, about to hit it!