Falling, the three of them fell from the air to the ground thousands of feet below at extremely high speeds.
Paramedis's wind resistance was obviously lower than the other two, and he quickly caught up with the werewolf and the old professor.
The floating island they were on was very high from the ground. It would be quite a distance to fall to the ground. Bediwell watched desperately as he continued to fall, thinking that this was the last scenery he would see in his life.
After a few dozen seconds, they will fall to the ground and become a pulp.
Snap, the big cat caught up with Bedivere and grabbed the werewolf's waist with one hand.
Wow, Palamedes also grabbed Professor Paul's arm with his other hand.
"Everyone's got it," Palamedes shouted, although no one could hear him as he was falling at such a rapid speed.
Snap, the "wings" composed of sky blue crystals appeared on the back of the leopard man warrior again.
No, it's a bit too small to say it's wings, it's just a backpack or something like that.
"Hey---" Palamedes held his breath hard, and more golden sprite crystals emerged from his body. They were emitting dazzling light, probably discharged.
The light stone crystal backpack also began to emit dazzling aqua light, and the speed of the three people falling gradually slowed down, which seemed to be partially offset by the anti-gravity generated by the light stone.
"Okay, good job," Bedivere shouted in a cold sweat: "Keep it up, Palamedes, I can already see the ground."
They are about a thousand feet above the ground. Based on this momentum, they should be able to land smoothly on the ground without falling to their death.
"Don't...talk to me," Palamedes' face turned red: "You guys are so heavy---I'm almost exhausted---"
The light of the crystals all over his body alternated between strong and weak, as if the power was about to run out. Only then did the werewolf remember that Palamedes had consumed a huge amount of electric energy during the decisive battle with the Dark Spirit, and it had not been replenished since. Pass.
"It won't work." Palamedes exhausted his electric energy, and the lightstone crystal on his back immediately lost its light, and naturally no longer produced anti-gravity.
"Wow, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," the three screamed and fell to the ground.
Bump---there was a loud noise, and Bedivere's whole body hit the rocky ground. He felt like he was about to fall apart, but he miraculously got up. Although his whole body was in severe pain, there was no particularly serious damage.
"Everyone...are you okay?" The werewolf turned around to look for Palamedes and Professor Paul.
"Ouch...it hurts so much,"
"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh," Paramedes' condition was even worse. Half of the big cat's body was stuck in the mud, with only his lower body exposed. He only wore a pair of underpants, and his buttocks were squirming there. The scene there is simply unbearable to look at.
"Can I ask you to pull him out, Professor," the werewolf sighed numbly.
"No," Professor Paul said with a dull look on his face as he looked at Palamedes's squirming cat butt, "Just let him plant it there, maybe a cat tree will grow out of it."
"You guys," Palamedes finally struggled to crawl out. His face was covered with dust and was unimaginably dirty: "That's too much, meow."
Bedivere and Professor Paul burst into laughter.
"What should we do now?" Professor Paul looked up at the sky: "Those Pygmies should not be chasing us again, right?"
"If they dare to chase after them, *burp*, let's see if I don't kill them all," Drunk Mao demonstrated, waving a spear.
"Anyway, let's meet up with Al and the others first," Bedivere sniffed the surrounding scent.
Fortunately, the place where they landed was not too far away from the place where they went to the floating island. With the orcs' keen sense of smell, it was not difficult to trace the footprints and find the way back to the camp.
After returning to the camp, they have more people and strength, and Parami has a magical weapon in hand, so they don't have to be afraid even if they are besieged by the Pygmies.
"Go this way," the werewolf thinking so pointed the way: "I hope Al and the others don't run into trouble."
"You really think that," Palamedes said, before he took a few steps, he could vaguely feel the smell of blood from the wind.
"Did they also encounter Pegmies?" The werewolf then quickened his pace.
"Not necessarily, the creatures on this plateau, *burp*, are not just Begmies," Paramedis ran staggeringly, but he was worried about his sons in the camp because he was so drunk. Still keep running.
They ran for about a kilometer and could already see the campfire in the camp and the corpses of a large number of monsters from a distance.
"Is there really a battle?" Bedivere continued to run towards the camp. He glanced at the corpses of the thunder lizards as he passed by: "What a big monster, Al and the others actually won the battle,"
As soon as they approached, Albert, who was standing guard outside the camp, already waved to the werewolf and shouted: "Hey, Bedi, what did you do to me? You spent the whole night."
"Oh, you don't want to know," the werewolf looked helpless as he approached.
The tiger narrowed his eyes and looked at the werewolf and his party. Following Bediwell was Paramedis, who was wearing only a pair of underpants and smelled of alcohol. Then there was a white human, dressed more wildly, like a A savage.
"Wow------" Seeing the werewolf soaked to the skin and smelling of alcohol, Albert immediately had a very bad idea: "You guys had such a good time tonight, I didn't expect that you The nightlife turned out to be full of philosophy---"
"Don't talk nonsense," Bedivere couldn't help but couldn't laugh or cry. He walked to the camp and rummaged for available clothes. When he came closer, Chanel couldn't help turning her face away in disgust.
"Palami, Professor," he threw two pieces of parachute cloth to the two companions.
"Wait, Dad ---" Before the big cat could put on his clothes, Seglade saw that Paramedis was drunk and dirty, so he immediately stopped him and said, "Follow me, go to the river." Clean up first and then talk about meow,"
"It's so troublesome, *burp*, it's not very nice just like this," the big cat said, wrapping the parachute cloth around his waist, barely covering his lower body.
"If you want to come with me, then come with me ---" Seglade said helplessly, pulling his drunken father towards the river. Who is the father and who is the son? This scene is a bit confusing. Don't understand.
"I didn't expect there was a lady here, I'm sorry." Professor Paul also quickly put on his clothes and saluted Chanel beside him: "I am Professor John Paul from the School of Folklore of the University of St. London in Pantorac. I am here for observation. I came from the culture of the local indigenous people. I met your friends by chance, so I came here. I apologize for the offence."
(This guy actually speaks truthfully in front of a lady,)
"I understand," the elf girl Chanel also nodded: "It turns out that you are a university professor. It's really hard on you to come to such a barbaric place. The person you are responsible for research must be a Pygmy."
"Exactly," Professor Paul and Chanel started chatting.
On the other hand, Bedivere was staring at a stranger in front of the bonfire.
"Solar," the werewolf looked at it for a long time before asking in a low voice full of doubts. He thought he was still drunk and was hallucinating before his eyes.
"Oh, we meet again, my friend," Magic Swordsman Solar had long wanted to come over and talk, but he never waited for the opportunity. Seeing the werewolf taking the initiative to talk to him, he nodded to Bedivere: "You are safe. It’s great to be back,”
Bedivere spent another half a second to make sure that Solar was not an illusion in his mind. After being stunned, the werewolf said: "What [great], why are you in a place like this?"
"Oh, let's talk about our great hero," Albert came to Bediwell's side and explained. Of course, it was a salty and vinegary explanation full of sarcasm: "Thanks to this great hero, we were not attacked by the lizards." The army is being eaten. This great hero even sacrificed his own ship and killed hundreds of monsters to help us rescue us. He said that he has been looking for you to duel and saw that your team was besieged by monsters. He couldn't stand it anymore. He's here to help, you say how great he is,"
The werewolf glared at Albert fiercely, feeling embarrassed for the tiger's lack of education.
But Solar was not angry, he just smiled tolerantly: "Although the facts have been exaggerated a lot, it is basically like that, hahahahaha,"
"So... you saved Al and the others," Bedivere looked at the corpses of Thunder Lizards outside the camp. There were about thirty or forty of them, each of them more than thirty feet long. He couldn't help but admired: " He actually defeated so many large monsters, what a skill,"
"Ahem, he defeated most of them, yes," Albert interrupted, saying that he himself had killed many thunder lizards, and the credit was not solely attributed to Solar.
"You did a good job, Al," the werewolf gave the tiger another look and said perfunctorily: "Hey, you've been on duty all night, aren't you tired? Go rest, I'll take over here."
"Aww..." Tiger knew that he had been perfunctory, and his face showed obvious dissatisfaction: "Okay, I'm going to sleep, don't wake me up, huh,"
The werewolf watched the tiger leave with a wry smile, and then said to Solar with a long face: "So, you are here for --- me ---, Mr. Solar,"
The Demon Swordsman thought about it for a moment before speaking: "As far as the results are concerned, yes."
"Why, our fight on the deck of the battleship made you hold a grudge?" The werewolf frowned. His life had nothing to do with this demon swordsman before. The only chance of meeting him was when he was competing for the demon-sealing bracelet at the beginning of the exam. A small dispute.
It was just a trivial matter. Logically speaking, a werewolf should not be hated or targeted by this demon swordsman.
"You will find it strange, my friend," Solar whispered, "but you should know very well that we are actually the same person. It is precisely because we are so similar that I am interested in you. I'm looking forward to a real battle with you - no restrictions on conditions, no restrictions on means, fight to the death,"
After hearing these words, Bedivere felt a chill running down his spine. Solar was definitely a dangerous person. He might be a lunatic, and he had indeed set his sights on Bedivere.