"Oh, there's no need to guess." The prophet was indeed a prophet. He even guessed Bedivere's doubts: "Gaia talked with the god in your arm. I also listened to their conversation."
Really? It turned out to be [Holy Spirit---The Cabin in the Woods], who "betrayed" Bedivere.
Before that, Bediwell thought that the cabin in the forest was just a ball of photons, without the ability to think - and most of the time it only appeared in the form of a room, providing convenience for the werewolf's life.
I didn’t expect this guy to have the ability to think and even talk to other holy spirits!
Thinking of this, the werewolf's face turned red.
"Oh, it doesn't have to be like this. The god in your hand doesn't say much about your private life." The prophet sneered and said, "How inappropriate your private life is, it doesn't say it."
(Are you trying to comfort me?!)
"Please, please don't mention this again..." The werewolf covered his face in shame. He seemed to feel that all the Druids who had not dispersed around him could hear the conversation between the Holy Spirits and knew about it.
Bedivere's improper private life was all secretly mocking him.
"Then... let's not mention it. A man's life on his own is really... ahem." The prophet tried his best to suppress the urge to turn up the corners of his mouth: "Anyway, this is it. In a cave three hundred kilometers away from here.
, there is an evil god. It has killed many travelers so far. And I want you to quell it."
"It's a bit far. And how to [calm down]?" The werewolf had a lot of questions in his mind.
As far as he knows, spirits are unkillable. If they are dark spirits, they can use high heat and high vibration to decompose their shadows. But if they encounter the Holy Spirit or evil spirits, these guys will be broken up and they will be destroyed again.
They regroup and regenerate, and can never be killed.
"It's true that it can't be killed. But it can be sealed. I have a spirit-repelling incense here to appease the gods." The prophet took out a bottle of dark green liquid from his gray-green robe: "What you need to do is to disperse the gods.
Make it weak, then sprinkle the spirit-repelling incense on it. Then it will fall asleep...temporarily."
"Temporarily, temporarily? How long?"
The prophet shrugged irresponsibly, and a funny smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "God knows. A hundred years? A thousand years? But those are things we will worry about in the future."
It's very fair. Since they can't be killed, why don't they let these troublesome spirits sleep forever? The werewolf carefully took the exorcism incense.
When the prophet handed the bottle to the werewolf, he warned: "Use it carefully. This thing is quite rare, and there is not much in stock."
If this bottle is overturned and the evil spirit cannot be sealed... the werewolf's back will feel cold again.
"As for your other question," the prophet turned around and waved to someone among the believers.
Following the prophet's call, a believer came over.
"Olin, help him," said the prophet.
The believer named Orin took off the hood of his cloak as he approached Bedivere.
Under the fluorescence of the cave, a woman with a delicate face appeared in front of the werewolf Bedivere.
Big, watery eyes, a standard oval-shaped face, and shoulder-length black hair flowing down like water are the best summary of this woman.
Of course, these descriptions can also be abbreviated into four words: stunning beauty.
"Oh." The werewolf sighed. If conditions allowed, he would definitely sigh louder, but the venue needed to remain silent: "Uh, hello, miss."
"Prophet, are you kidding me? This is a dog..." The woman was not very happy.
"I am a werewolf." Bedivere protested in a low voice: "Not a dog..."
"It's all the same." But Ou Lin pushed back: "I don't know how to work with dogs."
"Ugh..." The werewolf couldn't help but feel aggrieved. It was common for him to be looked down upon by others, but as soon as he was looked down upon by a beautiful woman, and even called a dog, this kind of blow was not ordinary.
"The last time I cooperated with that stupid bear, it caused me a lot of trouble. This time it's not even a bear, it's just a stupid dog." The beauty complained a lot and kept vomiting. Despite this, she was still very
He lowered his voice and complained obediently - it sounded more like casual thoughts, and it was even more hurtful to Bedivere's ears.
"Olin, don't be like this. He is here to help after all. Just give him a chance and see how good he is." The prophet continued to speak kindly to Bedivere: "This time the gods are more powerful than those we have dealt with before."
The strength is probably caused by the changes in the world. One more person means more care. Come on, you three."
Wait. Three?
"Oh, you must be kidding me." Olin sighed again.
Yes, they have a companion on this trip.
A tall man wearing a low-key gray cloak came over inadvertently in Bediville.
The guy took off his hood, revealing his funny big white bear face.
Hairy and plump.
Tall and clumsy.
The werewolf stared at the white bear man with wide eyes. That was Elaine, the white bear (dragon) man Elaine.
Although he used to be a big guy, in the past seven years, Elaine has grown fat and strong, giving people a huge sense of oppression.
But the boy's clumsy mouth still hasn't changed: "Hello, Olin. And hello, new, new here."
"It's you, the bear again!" Olin seemed very unhappy to see Elaine's bear face. Obviously, their last cooperation was not so pleasant.
Bedivere continued to remain silent, waiting to see what the situation was before speaking.
All memories of Bedivere in this world have been erased by the [Fourth Miracle], so it is absolutely impossible for Elaine to still remember Bedivere.
Therefore, even though he had a lot of questions in his heart, facing this "stranger" Elaine, the werewolf couldn't even ask a single question.
The White Bear Man should have fully awakened seven years ago and transformed back into a Dragon Man. Why does he still appear like this clumsy White Bear Man at this time? Is he deliberately hiding his strength?
...Where has the dragon-golem Bols gone? Elaine was so close to that golem back then that he almost regarded Bols as a brother.
What else has Elaine encountered in the past seven years?
He couldn't ask these abrupt questions now. Bedivere had no choice but to pretend that he didn't know Elaine, and while saying hello, he secretly glanced at the bear.
Despite all the reluctance, Oulin still followed the prophet's instructions and got everything ready to go: "Follow me all. If it's late, I'll leave you behind."
The werewolf followed helplessly and said to the white bear man beside him: "My name is Bedivere. Please give me some advice, Elaine."
"How do you know that my name is Elaine?" The white bear suddenly became alert.
(Oops, I spilled the beans.)
"Uh... I'm just guessing." The werewolf struggled to cover up: "You white bear tribe and our werewolf tribe are neighbors. They are both races that live in the snowy plains of Western Siberia.------[
Elaine], this is a typical White Bear name, right? My friend’s uncle’s brother’s brother’s uncle’s friend is called this name.
This is a very common name, haha. In fact, I thought all the White Bear people were named Elaine, hahahahaha."
This is a very lame lie, haha. When he said this, the werewolf wanted to hit a wall immediately and die.
"Uh... Okay." This stupid bear didn't have any doubts and accepted it readily: "I, I'm not sure. I haven't grown up in Siberia since I was a child."
How stupid this bear must be. Bedivere almost cried because of Elaine's stupidity.
Orin crossed the crowd and stopped in front of the glowing ancient tree. After the two orcs behind her arrived, she waved to the ancient tree.
As a result, the branches of the tree began to deform. The branches were entangled with each other, and the leaves merged with each other. As if it had its own will, this magical luminous ancient tree outlined a huge circle with its own branches.
Snap! A slight discharge sound sounded among the leaves. The blue fluorescent leaves seemed to be full of magic and could emit electric energy.
Under the stimulation of the electric shock, the ring of branches opened a black film, and the edge of the ring exuded a magical light.
Seeing this, Bediwell immediately understood that this was a kind of portal.
"Are you a magician?" the werewolf asked curiously.
"No." With some disgust, Olin whispered: "I am a [Coordinator], not a magician. This is not a magic. I have never cast magic from my body.
.Magic violates the laws of nature and is completely contrary to the teachings of the Druid. It is an existence that we despise."
"but---"
Before Bediwell could finish questioning, Olin had already rushed to say: "I can't use magic, but I can ask for help from nature. In response to my request, this [Holy Tree] opened the portal for us."
"
"Can you... communicate with trees?" The werewolf had already heard of people who could communicate with the Holy Spirit, but the [Coordinator] in front of him still surprised Bedivere.
"Yes, communicate with nature." Oulin's tone became a little proud: "Of course, this is just the most basic ability. When the coordinator reaches the highest level of cultivation, it is also possible to communicate with the gods---just like Muta
Like the Nepali prophet."
Can you communicate with gods (Holy Spirit)? That is indeed a very powerful ability. Just imagine, that prophet can use the Holy Spirit at will - isn't it on the same level as the Knights of the Round Table?
No. The Knights of the Round Table can only summon the Holy Spirit once a day, and there is a time limit for the summons. But there seems to be no time limit for the Prophet to use the Holy Spirit. Only then did Bedivere discover that the Prophet was actually a great man.
"Stop talking nonsense, let's go." Olin was the first to get into the portal.
The black film in front of them leads to the unknown. They are facing a battle with the gods, which can be expected to be extremely dangerous.
The werewolf swallowed subconsciously.
"Mr. Bedivere?" the white bear man urged from behind the silver wolf.
(It’s okay to be looked down upon by that woman, but you can’t be looked down upon by this stupid bear.)
"Just call me Bedivere." The werewolf shrank and jumped into the portal.