As soon as King Arthur finished speaking, the great wizard Logan exclaimed from the other end of the phone: "What?!"
"You first use the teleportation function of the bracelet to go back to the teleportation room of the battleship. ------ Bediwell, you also use the bracelet to open the teleportation door. It would be better for you two to meet and discuss in detail. I will follow you and send it over.
Signal, come here as soon as possible."
"Understood, Arthur." Bedivere pressed the teleport button on the demon-sealing bracelet. He expected a teleport gate to open in front of him, but nothing happened.
"Eve?" the werewolf snorted reproachfully.
The artificial intelligence navigation system of the golden ship was silent for a while, and then said: "The anti-intrusion firewall has been turned off."
This time it was true. Without the obstruction of the barrier, a portal appeared in front of the werewolf young man.
Archmage Logan, on the other hand, wore a light cloth robe and leisurely walked from the transmission room of the British battleship, crossed the transmission gate, and walked into the power room of the Desert Ship.
"Oh." The old man glanced at Bedivere, who was almost naked, and sighed softly.
"Be serious, this is an emergency." Bedivere rolled his eyes at the old mage.
"It's really urgent." Logan looked at the huge, crazily running machine in front of him: "What a sophisticated bomb."
Bediwell almost spat out a mouthful of old blood: "Who told you it was a bomb? It was the power furnace of the spacecraft! But it got out of control and exploded------"
"It can level half of Africa, yes I've heard of it." Logan said all the dialogue before Bediwell, without any polite words: "What's the way to stop it?"
"Avoid all flywheels, run to the center of it, and press the emergency cooling device." The werewolf repeated: "According to common sense, this is an impossible task."
"According to common sense." Logan smiled confidently: "But just because you can not follow common sense, you called me, an old man, to come to a place like this, right?"
Bedivere did not answer, only nodded in response.
"Bedivere, Bedivere, I predicted that one day you will come to me to learn [Time Magic]." The old mage chuckled, and his powerful chest muscles moved when he laughed.
There was a faint trembling under the robe: "I didn't expect you to come to me so soon."
"What? I never said I wanted to learn any magic from you." The werewolf was unhappy: "I want--you--to turn off that damn power furnace, yes---you---go!"
"
"Oh, how can this work?" Logan pretended to be injured and covered his abdomen, and said with a sly smile: "My injury yesterday has not been completely healed yet! You ask me to do this kind of thing with the slightest mistake?"
A dangerous mission that will cost you your life? No way."
A huge vein popped out of Bediwell's head: "You mean..."
Archmage Logan looked at the werewolf with eyes full of humor and sinisterness: "Of course I will teach you [Time Magic], and then you will do it. Even if you fail, you will be the only one who dies."
Bedivere was angry: "I don't have time to do this! This thing will explode in a few hours. How can I find time to learn any magic tricks from you?!"
The old man smiled and shook his head.
No.
Bedivere himself should also know very well that the so-called [Time Magic] does not need to be learned at all, it can actually be learned instantly.
Because Logan's [Time Magic] is already a finished product - he sealed the [Time] created by magic into pure water, and hid the water in his subspace bracelet. No matter who it is, as long as he puts
When these "accelerating water" are injected into the body, they can achieve amazing speeds in a short period of time (actually gaining extra time).
The old man took out a silver bracelet from his arms: "You are lucky. Although you broke one, I still have spare parts for this thing. Put this on, and you will be my apprentice. I never accept apprentices, but I will make an exception today."
It's better once."
"It makes no sense at all." Bedivere shook his head: "I am an orc, and I can't use magic. Even if you teach me everything about time magic, I still can't use it alone.
Those [times] still have to be produced by other magicians."
"I know. But you don't need to be a [producer] of time, you just need to be a [consumer] peacefully." Logan said in a deep and profound voice: "The physique of an orc is very special, and the werewolf's
Your physique is even more special among special ones. If [Time Magic] is used on you, it will probably be more effective than on me, right?"
in other words------
"Actually, you just want to use me as a guinea pig for your experiment." Bedivere accidentally exposed Logan's intention.
"Correct answer." Even though he was exposed, the old man still smiled shamelessly.
The werewolf suddenly sighed, feeling exhausted all over. Magicians are indeed eccentric and unreasonable guys - or perhaps it is because of their eccentric personalities that they became magicians. And this
Talking about terms among different people is basically a waste of words.
"Okay." Bedivere nodded: "Just learn. As long as you don't put forward too harsh conditions, it shouldn't be a bad thing to learn another subject."
He said this now because he was asking for help from Logan. When this crisis is successfully resolved, he can just get rid of this eccentric old man Logan. It's not a big deal.
"Very good." The old man seemed very happy: "Then call me master first."
"No way." Bedivere rolled his eyes at the mage, and his patience had reached its limit: "You don't care whether you want to teach or not, just letting the power furnace explode like this is also an option, and I won't care. Don't put anything in front of me.
Smelly airs."
"Hahaha, you are young, but you have a big temper. That's fine ---" Logan glanced at the werewolf slyly: "Is there a training room or other facilities here? And you'd better put on some clothes first.
Clothes, your moral character is too distracting."
"Eve?" Bedivere did not respond directly to Logan's words, but asked the ship's artificial intelligence: "How much time is left until the power furnace explodes?"
"All energy consumption has been reduced to a minimum to reduce the burden on the power furnace. Even so, there are only five hours left before the explosion."
The werewolf smacked his lips. These five hours were neither too much nor too little. It was quite subtle: "Five hours, is it enough for you to finish teaching?"
"What kind of joke are you talking about?" Logan rolled his eyes: "All you need to learn is the [use] part of time magic--you just need to learn some basic operations and get used to the feeling when the magic is activated.
Even if you are a stupid apprentice, three hours of study is definitely enough."
"Okay. Eve, is there a training room we can use? A larger space is also fine."
"Authorization completed. The third mechanical warehouse has been vacated for the training of Acting Captain Bedivere." After Eve finished speaking, a very dim guiding beam appeared on the ground.
"Let's go." The werewolf winked at the mage.
"Your female secretary is pretty good, don't be so cold to her." Logan followed Bedivere and said with interest.
"Eve is not my secretary, she is the artificial intelligence navigation system of this ship."
"What is artificial intelligence?"
Bedivere suddenly turned his head in surprise and glanced at the mage in disbelief: "Artificial intelligence is... uh... the core of the golem's thinking."
Logan smiled stupidly: "Oh, is it that kind of thing? You could have just said so from the beginning."
(Sorry, I really can’t keep up with your mage’s thinking.)
The "temporary" master and apprentice walked further and further away in the darkness, leaving only the noisy power furnace in the room.
At the same time, somewhere in the mountains of southeastern Great Britain.
Led by a silver knight, a group of black iron knights headed deep into the jungle.
The armor they wore was obviously not suitable for performing in dense forests. The soles of their iron boots easily slipped on the slippery, mossy forest floor, and their armor was easily snagged by the dense branches and vines, making it difficult for them to move. The knights
They had no choice but to swing their lightsabers to chop down trees to clear the way, but the light of the lightsabers and the buzzing sound when they were waved could reveal the location of this group of knights at least ten kilometers away.
However, their captain thought it didn't matter. They were knights of Great Britain, well-equipped and well-trained, and what they faced was just a group of small bandits. Even if their positions were exposed to the bandits, it would have no impact on their next actions.
.
The captain's arrogant judgment will make the knights suffer.
However, among this pair of knights, there was a black iron knight who did not wear full armor, and his actions in the dense forest were particularly easy. It was not because he was disobeying orders and went out without wearing enough protection, but because of this
He is a child who is only in his teens. The armor was specially customized to suit his figure, but it has not been delivered yet.
So Daniel could only wear a lightweight medium armor to carry out the mission. Apart from the armor plates on the chest and abdomen, there was almost no protection on the whole body. That was not right. Daniel had enchanted bandages wrapped around his arms and feet, which could provide extremely meager
With their defensive power, ordinary swords, feathers and arrows cannot penetrate these reinforced bandages.
"Follow closely." Sir Stross, the leading silver knight, ordered: "The thieves may have discovered us and are surrounding us. We must always pay attention to every move in the forest."
"Yes, sir." The six black iron knights behind him agreed. But Daniel felt that this answer was stupid, so he remained silent.
"Especially you, little one." Stross turned back and rolled his eyes at Daniel: "Pay attention to me. Your father had a precedent of disobeying orders and dying. I don't want you to repeat the same mistakes as your father."
Daniel frowned and remained silent. Several black iron knights in the team sneered maliciously, but Daniel pretended not to hear them.
At the same time, an iron arrow had already flown out from between the gaps in the shadows of the trees in the dense forest. It shot straight towards one of the black iron knights. Before the knight had time to open the protective cover of his armor, it shot through the gaps in the armor.
Through the knight's throat.
"What?!" Silver Knight Stross saw one of his men falling down with blood spurting out, and hurriedly shouted: "Enemy attack! Prepare to fight!!"
Hundreds of iron arrows have swarmed in from every corner of the dense forest.