The people who were still screaming in surprise now fell into silence.
They secretly prayed in their hearts, hoping for a miracle to happen--only a miracle could save them! Otherwise, they could only watch as they crashed into the cliff together with the gliding boat, turning into an indistinct mass.
flesh!
Only thirty yards to the cliff! Little hope!
Bedivere simply closed his eyes and concentrated on generating electricity! His whole body seemed to be as heavy as lead, and his physical strength was rapidly drained away by his left arm, converting it into electricity in an inefficient way! And this is what the werewolf can rely on at the moment.
The only power, the small power!
There are only ten yards left from the cliff! The future is bleak! The cliff in front of us is like an insurmountable wall, blocking everyone's path forward, mocking everyone's ignorance with contempt, and planning to ruthlessly take their lives in the next moment!
It's no longer possible! The werewolf was so tired that he was about to lose consciousness. His remaining physical strength was almost drained. Let alone increasing the power, even if he wanted to maintain the current power output, it was extremely difficult!
(I don’t want to die!)
(How could it end in a place like this!)
(Who comes---)
(Save us!!)
Bang!!------A shocking gust of wind surged out from the bottom of the valley and hit the bottom of the gliding boat!
And this timely updraft instantly lifted the gliding boat that almost hit the cliff, saving everyone on board!
This is a miracle! It comes unexpectedly and just in time, like a helping hand from God, helping everyone when they need help the most!!
The strong air current is a manifestation of natural force, which is much stronger than any man-made force. Blowing this small boat that almost hit the cliff into the air is as easy as a strong wind blowing up a small leaf!
Suddenly swept up by the strong wind, the two parachutes expanded to an unprecedented level. They worked with their last breath at the critical point of tearing, pulling the hull of the glider upwards!
The gliding boat, which had risen about ten yards, passed by the cliff in front of it and made a harsh sound. Then it flew higher under the influence of inertia and continued to glide towards its destination!
"Huh?!" Bedivere also felt the strong wind and knew that the ship did not hit the cliff. He opened his eyes in ecstasy and cheered hysterically: "Woohoo---------!"
It was just like the uncontrollable howling of a wolf on a moonlit night, full of primitive wildness.
We can't blame them. This group of young people, who have just crossed the threshold of death, are particularly excited by the excitement of high-speed speeding. I'm afraid this is the restlessness of youth.
The wind that hit the head was cool and comfortable, making people feel refreshed. Chanel played with her beautiful long golden hair, enjoying the breeze, and sincerely praised: "Well done, Mr. Bedivere! How did you predict it?"
From that updraft just now?"
"I didn't predict it." The werewolf replied shyly: "Everything is a coincidence. We got lucky, that's all."
Half of this is true, and the other half comes from Bedivere's unintentional humility.
Nothing is accidental. In the hot midday of the East African Plateau, the land is exposed to the sun, and the heated air is lost upward, while the cooler air in the valley is replenished, forming this crazy updraft.
And this message of "airflow is coming" is transformed into olfactory information through the weak flow of air in the mountains and fields, and is conveyed to the werewolf's extremely sensitive puppy nose.
He smelled the scent of fragrant grass - the earthy scent from the bottom of the valley that shouldn't exist on the snowy mountain peaks.
And this was the only basis for Bedivere to vaguely feel that they could survive this difficulty - he knew it from the moment they first flew off the snowy ridge.
There is no unreasonable belief in the world. People's so-called "sixth sense" and "intuition" are nothing more than the result of conjecture based on the synthesis of countless seemingly insignificant information.
This process of speculation may not even be understood by the speculator himself. Everything is automatically calculated deep in the subconscious mind, and the user only gets the final conclusion, which is a direct and powerful conclusion.
This is the [True Seeing Technique], a technique that has never been recognized by academic circles, but does exist. It is also one of the techniques that a certain Knight King is best at.
In any case, the three-day arduous journey for Bediwell and his party finally came to an end. In front of them was Mount Gilimanjaro, and they would reach the foot of the mountain in less than a minute!
Or... it will hit the flat land covered with low shrubs at the foot of the mountain!
"Slow down, slow down! Slow down!" Bedivere felt that the situation was not good and quickly urged Elaine, who was pulling the boat at the front, to slow down.
"What, how to reduce it?" the White Dragon man asked depressedly. The mountainside in front of them was getting closer and closer to them.
Bump!! The gliding boat crashed on the final landing step, and the group fell out of the boat in a very embarrassing way!
A group of knights dozens of yards away heard a huge crash on the mountainside and rushed over to see what happened.
"Wow, you guys are so late." Kai, the Knight of the Round Table, sneered and looked at the fallen people. He was making gestures on some kind of electronic notepad with one hand, as if recording something.
"And you're dressed like this, huh--" Kai looked at Bedivere and his group of ragged candidates, and wrote down a few more lines on his notepad.
"Ouch!" Bediwell was stuck in a low and dense bush with an onion on his head. He finally crawled out with his butt twisted. He didn't have time to pay attention to Kai's sarcasm. He rubbed his sore waist and asked, "We don't have one."
Are you late?"
Kador, who was on the side, came up and said in a cold tone: "You are not late, so you have barely passed. However, you are the last batch of candidates to arrive. Coming so late will affect the score."
"Uh---" The werewolf was stung all over his body, and the leaves stuck to his face were shaken to the ground: "Is this exam still based on a grading system?"
"Of course it's a grading system. Otherwise, do you think you can become a Knight of the Round Table with just a passing grade?" Kai laughed even more slyly: "However, I'm sorry to tell you the grading standards. Just try to figure out how behind your scores are.
It’s about people, haha."
He turned around and looked at the magic swordsman Solar. At that time, Solar had just climbed up from the ground. He was covered in dust and looked as embarrassed as he could.
"Soral." Kai had a happy and gloating smile on his face: "Isn't this our top student who almost passed the exam in previous years? He actually climbed on the edge of failure with this group of low-ranking students. You have
What do you think?"
"No, my lord." Solar replied humbly and briefly: "I will continue to work hard."
"And the big black cat didn't come------" Kai looked around again and saw that Palamedes was lagging behind, so he turned his attention to the two sons of the leopard man warriors: "It's a pity, you guys
My dad is about to fail the exam. Let me see---Is there one minute left?"
Kai raised his left arm and focused on his watch. There were only forty-five seconds left until 12 o'clock noon. The second hand was beating twitchingly, and every beat announced the sign of Leopard.
The failure of the human warrior.
In the last thirty seconds, not even a shadow was seen in the sky, let alone on the ground. Palamedes probably wouldn't be able to catch up.
"Dad, meow..." Saifer and Seglade looked at the sky behind them with guilt and disappointment.
In the last twenty seconds, it should be said that even if Paramedes ran at supersonic speed and rushed over at full speed, he would never be able to catch up.
Werewolf Bedivere also sighed: "I just hope Paramedis goes well. We will miss him."
"He was a great father." Chanel also whispered: "It's really a pity that he died so young."
The last ten seconds.
"Dad, Meow." Saifer also sighed in a low voice: "We will inherit your legacy and strive to become a Knight of the Round Table, Meow."
In the last five seconds, Kai opened his mouth, ready to declare the end of this exam.
"We love you forever, daddy. Please bless us in heaven."
Three seconds------
"Don't kill people casually, you bastards!" Palamedes roared angrily and fell from the sky.
"Palami?" Bediwell couldn't help being surprised and happy when he saw the leopard warriors falling sharply from the clouds and arriving quickly. The big cat was leaping out from the back of the black-gold eagle and falling to the ground!
At the last second, Kai was still thinking of various reasons to judge Palamedes as failing, for example, "his feet did not step on the ground of Mount Gilimanjaro in time."
Bang! The big cat's paws touched the ground of Mount Gilimanjaro and arrived safely! In this way, logically, the leopard man warrior has passed the test!
"Haha, the time calculation is really good." Kai's trick didn't work, so he had no choice but to put away his watch, "But it still can't change the result that you are the last one, Sir Palamedes at the end of the crane."
"You can do whatever you like." Big Cat didn't care. "The exams are still pending. I'll catch up with you later on about your grades and stuff."
"Palami---" Bediwell came up happily, looked at the big cat covered in injuries, and then looked at the black and gold eagle beside him that was more seriously injured and dripping with blood: "You are
How...uh (the werewolf was in disbelief at what he was about to say), tamed that hippogriff?!"
"It's a little secret." The leopard warrior smiled mysteriously and waved to the eagle: "Let's go, Horus, I will call you when necessary."
The eagle glared at Palamedes, but it seemed to be afraid of something from the leopard warriors, and immediately lowered its head to obey. It picked off a golden feather on its body and gave it to the big cat as a token of the contract.
.
After it was over, the Black Gold Hippogriff didn't care about the scars on his body at all. He proudly held his head high, spread his wings and flew away.