Chapter 2147: Ember is destroyed at dawn (seventy-nine)
"Hahaha, is this the reason why you landed on your face and lay in the mud at the entrance of the village?"
About thirty minutes later, Tutan, the Turkic patriarch, looked at Bediwell, who was covered in mud and had a desolate look on his face, and laughed unkindly.
"Ouch...!" The werewolf youth had an angry look on his face, wishing to kill everyone present. But he finally calmed down, picked up the towel prepared by other elephants and wiped his face.
Wipe off the dirt. The towel has been soaked in hot water and smells of refreshing medicinal herbs. It doesn't feel too bad.
"So, as a witness, you witnessed this warrior's coming-of-age ceremony, how did he perform?" Tutan asked Bedivere while blowing smoke rings.
"That's terrible." The werewolf young man rolled his eyes at Eric, the strategist behind him, "It's not like he just hid here and there without doing anything, and in the end he asked me to go out and clean up that swamp crocodile."
Of course, what he said were all lies, and they were jokes made when he was angry. This was not a deliberate attempt to avenge Eric, absolutely not.
"Really? Very good." The Elephant Man clan leader nodded towards Eric and said jokingly: "Being able to skillfully use others is also the success of a great warrior. You are qualified. From today on, you are a member of the Turkic tribe.
Although he knew they were joking with each other, Tutan still pretended to be serious and asked Eric: "What are you going to do next? You have gained the freedom to move in the Turkic Swamp without restrictions.
, although I don’t recommend that you wander into the various magical places in the Everglades, those places are too dangerous."
"No, I have already obtained the information I need to know. I have other things to do next, so I will go back to Egypt first." Eric replied, "I plan to ride back on this guy's cavalry."
"Hey! I haven't agreed yet!" Bedivere said angrily.
"It's just a hitchhike. Do you need to be so stingy?" Eric said with a cheeky look on his face.
"Indeed, people of the same Turkic tribe should take care of each other." Even the Tutan chieftain was deliberately trying to make Bediwell angry.
"Awwwwwww------" the werewolf young man muttered angrily.
"Then let's go." Eric got up from the floor mat and prepared to leave.
"Uh, by the way. This is for you." Before Bediwell left, Chief Tutan threw another thing to the werewolf youth.
"Is this?" Bediwell took the thing. The well-sealed wooden bottle should contain some kind of potion, but the amount was really small, probably only enough for a sip. There was no slap on the bottle itself.
It's so big, you can imagine the amount of medicine inside.
"It's just some inconspicuous medicine. Didn't the little leopard's letter of introduction to me mention that you are about to participate in the finals of a round table trial? Then bring this spare. Maybe you can save someone.
One life."
I see. Although the clan leader said lightly that "this medicine may save someone's life," its actual effect is definitely more than that. Is it possible to say that this is the secret life-extending elixir passed down by the Turkic Elephants?
Bediwell had heard of this before - he had lived in the Turks for a while, how could he not have heard the rumors about the elixir - but the elephants had never let him see it with his own eyes
I have seen the real thing of this kind of elixir. It is said that the medicinal materials needed to prepare the elixir are not easy to find. It is in the deepest part of a certain magical land in Turks. The people who collect the elixir have to risk their lives to get the ingredients needed for the elixir.
Medicinal materials. Even if you get the medicinal materials, the process of preparing the elixir is long and full of variables. From the vessel used to cook the medicine to the time and temperature of the medicine, it has a huge impact on the finished product. A small mistake may cost the person who saved the life.
The elixir turned into a deadly poison.
Therefore, just preparing a small drop of this elixir is enough for people to work hard, and its annual output is also appalling. It can be said to be a rare product in the world. In contrast, its effect is also extremely great, and there are even rumors that this
Just a small drop of the medicine can make a dying person feel alive and well.
Although it was only enough for a sip, the elixir contained in the small bottle in Bediwell's hand was actually worth the equivalent of a year's fiscal budget of a small country.
Such a valuable thing was thrown away to Bedivere so casually. Patriarch Tutan was really arrogant.
"Is this really good?" Bedivere sneered: "Maybe I will keep this for myself and not give it to Saifei and the others?"
"That's your choice too." Tutan said disapprovingly.
A few minutes later.
When the werewolf young man came over, he happened to see a few elephant-human kid running past him laughing and joking. He probably had just finished "observing" Bedivere's cavalry and ran away when he saw the werewolf young man approaching.
"Are you all ready?" Strategist Eric, a shameless fellow, responded by jumping on the back seat of the cavalry and waiting for Bedivere there.
"You are quite proactive." Bedivere rolled his eyes at the guy.
"You should thank me. Those brats were poking around your cavalry just now and almost tore your precious cavalry apart. I was the one who persuaded them to leave."
"Oh, thank you very much." Bediwell replied perfunctorily, jumped on the cavalry and started the engine of the cavalry: "I have a question. How did you get to the Turkic Swamp alone before this?
of?"
"I flew here by [Second Miracle] alone, of course." Eric replied without thinking.
"Then why don't you just fly back by yourself? Do you have to ride on my cavalry?" Veins appeared on the forehead of the werewolf young man.
"It's so easy to say. Even if I use [Second Miracle] to float my body, or even use [Second Miracle] to generate propulsion to fly, there is a limit. How fast do you think I can fly?
?It took a whole day and night to fly here from Egypt."
"That's really hard on you." Bedivere almost wanted to kick Eric off his horse.
Eric ignored the werewolf youth's sarcasm and continued to analyze: "You completed the last arena competition yesterday and then rode this iron horse to Turks, right? It took about six hours? Maybe less? Put it this way
Your cavalry is quite fast."
"Well, it's not bad." Bediwell stepped on the accelerator, and the iron cavalry had risen from the platform and began to climb into the air. Several elephant guards nearby were curiously watching the whole process of Bediwell's iron cavalry taking off.
After all, this kind of thing is not something you can often see in the village.
"Don't worry, I won't take this ride in vain. I can make it fly faster." Eric added.
"Yes, as long as you like it." Bedivere didn't bother to argue with the other party. He vaguely knew what little Lawrence wanted to do. When his iron cavalry was raised to a safe height, it would not hit the huge trees in the Turkic Swamp.
At this time, the werewolf youth also turned on his full power to accelerate the monster with three photon explosion engines.
Whoosh! The cavalry was moving forward at full speed at an astonishing speed, and had already soared hundreds of feet. At this speed, we should probably be able to return to Egypt before early morning. No. There is still nearly an hour of time difference between Turkic and Cairo, so the budget for going back
It is estimated that the time can be advanced by about an hour.
"Not bad, this is powerful enough." Eric, who was sitting in the back seat, hummed. At the same time, Bediwell also clearly felt that the speed of the iron cavalry had accelerated again. It should be that guy used [Second Miracle] to increase the speed of the iron cavalry.
Propulsion.
How much faster the speed is, Bedivere cannot measure. The instrument panel on his iron horse actually measures the speed according to the engine speed. The acceleration caused by external force cannot be measured accurately. But
Judging from the speed of the surrounding scenery, the werewolf youth estimated that the speed of the cavalry was about one-third higher. In this way, the cavalry should be able to return to Cairo within an hour or two, which is already a very satisfactory result.
Now. Bediwell is still covered in mud. He can't wait to rush back to his boat to take a bath and have a good sleep. Big Lawrence said that he will introduce Bedivere to a profitable part-time job tomorrow.
, I guess tomorrow will be a difficult day.
Speaking of which, he has been really unlucky recently. The more Bedivere thought about it, the more he wondered why he felt like he was being played by the two Lawrence brothers in turn.
"Hey, look over there!" While the werewolf youth was deep in thought, Eric, the strategist behind him, suddenly shouted.
"What?"
"Down there! On the Mediterranean sea!" cried Eric.
Bedivere then took advantage of the situation and looked over.
A white shadow passed over the sea and moved in the opposite direction of their cavalry. Because the relative speed between them was so high, Bedivere didn't even see clearly who the white shadow was, and it slipped away.
Bedivere wanted to look back at the thing, but the moment he looked back, the thing had turned into a white speck in the far distance on the sea level and quickly disappeared.
"What the hell is that?" the werewolf young man asked in confusion.
"You may not believe it------" Eric hummed: "But at that moment I seemed to see the figure of a wolf. A white wolf... a white wolf running wildly on the sea.
Wolf!"
White wolf? Although he has seen many strange scenes in his life, Bedivere would not be too surprised if something like this happened again. But he was still startled subconsciously. The description of "white wolf"
He seemed familiar with someone in his memory, or in other words, basically only that guy could meet the current conditions, and the possibility of it being anyone else was extremely low.
Could it be that the shadow of the white wolf that ran past just now is ------
That boy named Mordred?
"What's the direction it's heading in?" Bediwell then asked, "It doesn't look like a Turk."
"It's not a Turk." Eric turned to look at the direction where the white wolf disappeared just now, and made an estimate based on the stars in the sky and the angle of the cavalry's advance: "It looks like it should be heading towards the territory of the Grik Tribe (Leopard Man Tribe)
It's gone. No. Looking at the speed, it doesn't seem like it's planning to stop in the territory of the Grik tribe. Maybe it's planning to stop in the territory of the Romani tribe (the fox tribe)?"
"The Romani tribe?" Bedivere hummed meaningfully. The fox tribe should have brought it upon themselves. Seven years ago, they were all wiped out in an incident where Anzi's experiment went out of control. The Romani tribe's territory was also completely destroyed.
Desolate ruins are right.
What was Mordred, a boy full of mysteries, planning to do when he ran into a ruins at such a late night?