The flames and shock waves set off by the powerful explosion are so hot that they can almost cook a person!
"Woo!" The werewolf got up and immediately looked at the fading fireball in the air. He used all the tricks he could use. That thing should be dead, right!? If the dark spirit still can't die, the problem will be big!
Snap! The fireball completely subsided. The black mist in the sky also completely disappeared.
The dark spirit has been destroyed!
"Oh, thank God!" The werewolf lay down weakly again, finally able to relax and take a breath.
The explosion just now was obviously not natural. No matter how powerful the flame tornado was, it could not gather into a fireball and explode in that form.
Bedivere glanced sideways at Ivan. The guy was also crushed to the ground by the shock wave of the explosion and had not yet gotten up.
The werewolf understood everything instantly.
It was Ivan who used his storm-incarnated palms to tightly grasp the fire tornado, compressing the flames into a ball and creating a strong explosion effect! He probably also knew that the heat of the fire tornado alone might not be able to kill that person.
It's called a dark spirit, so you did some extra tricks, right?
Although this guy Ivan was in a hostile state, he helped a lot at the critical moment. Moreover, he understood the moment when the werewolf shot the fire tornado. The giant who controlled the air combined to create such a powerful effect! What a wit!
Maybe I should thank him?
Bang! Elaine, who was covered in blood, also fell to the ground and turned back into a white bear. There were more than a dozen holes the size of fists on his body, which were left over from the death fight just now. Most people would have died more than a dozen times.
But the White Bear's powerful regeneration ability allowed him to save his life.
Ivan got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, and at the same time subconsciously reached out to push up the frame of his glasses: "It's such an unpleasant day. There's no winner in the bet, even if it's a draw. I don't have time."
I have no time to spend time with you. Goodbye."
The werewolf remained silent and watched the half-dragon young man fly away. He picked up the glowing [Holy Tree Seed] from the boat on the side and looked back at Albert and Elaine: "Let's go back too."
"Ugh...what a disgusting day!" Albert still tried to retrieve his lost snow ape bone sword from the underground river, but the river was too strong and the sword seemed to have been washed away.
"Al, let's go back and share the treasure! There are a lot of good things in the treasure, even if you don't want that kind of sword!" the werewolf urged.
"But that's a weapon that I worked hard to collect materials and took a long time to make! It's not just a weapon, it's a symbol of status!"
Bediwell poured a bucket of cold water on him mercilessly: "That was just a damn weapon, and it was lost."
"Damn it!" The big cat emerged from the water and slapped the water irritably.
Albert has a very stubborn temper. It is absolutely impossible for him to accept charity from Bedivere without any reason.
The werewolf was muttering in his heart. Everything he could do had been done, and now the only problem left was to find a reason that Albert could accept and transfer the [Seed of the Sacred Tree] to this stupid tiger.
"Here, what should we do with this child?" Elaine carried out the child who was hiding outside the pier.
"Elaine, could you please send him to a nearby shelter when you get back?" The werewolf washed his face on the river bank and got rid of the blood on his face: "Don't worry, the treasure will be given to you fairly."
"Okay, okay." The White Bear Man didn't seem to care about the treasure. He just wanted to send the child abducted by the cult back to a safe place as soon as possible.
In the afternoon, the werewolf Bediwell and the tiger-man Albert went back to find Orin, while the white bear man acted alone to find the shelter of the Knights of the North and return the rescued boy.
After returning to the hotel with the help of Orin's teleportation technique, the werewolf divided the treasures directly in the room to show justice.
He took out all his storage rings, Elaine's storage rings, and the storage backpack obtained from the treasure room, and arranged all the treasures in them on the floor for Albert to see.
"Wow, I got a lot of good things." Landlady Senezel poked his head out of the door to take a peek.
"Please don't come in. If there is a missing gold coin here, I will cause trouble for you." The werewolf warned. He already knew the landlord's greedy nature, and it was better to be on guard against this kind of guy.
"How stingy. I can just watch here." The landlord was obviously unwilling to leave.
The werewolf snorted, closed the door ajar, and blocked the side door with his back. He said to Albert: "If you like anything, you can pick it first. I lost a sword for this mission. You deserve it."
Get the best piece of this treasure."
Of course, this is just the werewolf's rhetoric. [Holy Tree Seed] is also quietly placed in the treasure pile, listed with other swords and sharp weapons. Albert, who has seen the power of [Holy Tree Seed], should choose that thing first
Keep it as your own?
Albert, an idiot, kept looking back and forth among the array of weapons, and finally picked a sword that was well-enchanted and looked extremely sharp.
(How low this kid’s IQ must be!)
Bedivere couldn't bear it anymore and finally spoke: "Why not choose that tree species? That thing can become a very powerful weapon. It can be wielded as a whip, and can also be used as mines, bombs, and even shields---"
"I know." Albert played with his newly acquired sword and said disapprovingly: "But that thing looks so scary. Have you forgotten how the high priest died?"
In addition to the high priest being killed by a shot from Ivan, the Holy Tree Seed also had a lot of "credits". The vines it created wrapped around the high priest, and the spikes that suddenly popped out of the vines shot out on the high priest.
Thousands of bleeding holes.
That kind of killing method is indeed cruel. But they never have to show mercy when dealing with their enemies. Why can't they be cruel?
"That thing is too dangerous. What if one day it loses control and entangles me and pokes countless holes in my body?" Albert squinted at the [Holy Tree Seed] on the ground: "Olin
It is said that you need to communicate well with these tree species in order to borrow their power, right? I can't hear the sound of this tree species at all... I'm sorry, Bedi, it seems that I don't have the talent to use it.
It suits you better."
(What is this?)
(After a hard day's work, I almost died at the claws of the dark spirit. Isn't it just for you to help the boy increase his strength?!)
(You actually dismissed all my hard work with just one sentence?!)
Bedivere was angry and helpless. He cursed Albert a thousand times in his heart, complaining that the dead tiger was like mud and could not hold up the wall.
But Albert is right. If he doesn't even have the ability to communicate with the sacred tree seed, he can't use the tree seed.
The werewolf still refused to give up: "You can learn that kind of thing. You see, Ou Lin will learn it the day after tomorrow--"
"Not at all." The old man Senezel outside the door interrupted Bedivere: "The ability to communicate with tree species is a talent that can never be learned through acquired training. You see, my granddaughter can use it.
Tree species, because she can use them as soon as she is born. But I can't. I can't communicate with tree species after practicing all my life."
Bedivere was rendered speechless by the refutation.
Looking at the stunned werewolf, Tiger showed a helpless and slightly relieved look: "So, Bedi, I'd better leave this thing to you, I can't use it. A useless guy is a useless guy.
Even if you insist on squeezing your strength into my palm, I will..."
He saw through Bedivere's plan from the beginning. The werewolf wanted to help Albert secretly, which led to this series of events, but in the end it was all in vain.
The more he tried to help Albert, the more he hurt the tiger's pride. But Al endured it all and continued to play out the scene with the werewolf.
Bedivere's face began to twist, showing an expression of great pain. He had inadvertently deeply hurt his friend, but he thought that all this was good for Al.
He is actually just an arrogant stupid wolf. He, like Ivan and Tristan, are actually the same, subconsciously treating Albert as a fool and a waste.
"I...I'm sorry..." The werewolf blushed, feeling ashamed.
"You don't need to apologize. I appreciate your kindness." Tiger said tolerantly: "But please don't help me anymore. I will solve my own problems. I am no longer a child, you can use
Don't worry about me everywhere. You are just my friend, not my mother."
"I just want to help..."
"You don't need to help me. If I am really lacking in ability and fail the Knights of the Round Table exam, that's my own business." Albert didn't seem to mean to blame the werewolf, but said calmly.
:"So, stop worrying about me, okay?"
"You know nothing." The werewolf whispered, "How could I leave you alone?"
"Why meow?" Albert turned his doubts into words and asked politely: "My business has nothing to do with you. Why do you have to worry about me, meow?"
"Because..." Bedivere choked as soon as his words reached his throat.
However, how could Albert let the werewolf go? He asked loudly, and today he was bound to get a result: "Why?!"
"...Because you are my friend!" Bedivere whispered embarrassingly: "I can't tolerate others treating you as an idiot. You deserve to be respected!"
Because I know you! You deserve better and more! You are not a waste!"
Albert turned his face away, unable to look directly at Bedivere: "Stop talking. Even I don't understand myself."
"But I know you! When you were a child, you were a little fool who fainted at the sight of blood. Your people laughed at you as a coward and thought you were a waste.
But you! It’s you, covered in scars, still trying to fight the swamp hydra! You have overcome the fear of blood because you have real courage! Why should you, who is so cute and brave, be despised and treated as such?
Idiot? I don’t agree, absolutely!!”
The tiger turned around and looked at the werewolf in surprise: "But how did you------"
"I watched and witnessed all this!!" Even if he might be regarded as a madman or a liar, the werewolf still said it: "In the spring of 519 AD, from that day on, at the house of Chief Roble, I saw
Over you! We have been friends since then!! You just forgot about me!"
"Bedi..." Albert looked at the werewolf with incredible eyes.
(No way. It’s hopeless.)
Because he told everything impulsively, Bedivere regrets it now.
Albert will definitely treat Bedivere who tells the truth like a madman like Ivan did.
What doesn't exist in memory never happened.
When the whole world has forgotten Bedivere, no matter how the werewolf explains it, he can't argue!
When Albert looked at Bedivere with doubts and confusion, the werewolf had slowly taken a few steps back to the door, and was about to turn around and leave, never to appear in front of Albert again.
Because he could no longer face Albert.
"No! Don't run!" Al stopped Bedi: "Don't run!...I...believe you!"
"You...what?" Bedivere was dumbfounded in surprise. How could a normal person believe such baseless nonsense?
What doesn't exist in memory has never happened!
"I believe you!" Albert looked at the werewolf with a subtle expression: "What you say may be crazy, maybe completely illogical, and even sounds like nonsense. But, I want to believe it!"
True friendship transcends logic.
"Please let me believe that we were friends!" Tiger whispered sincerely: "Because you don't need a reason to believe in friends!"
Bedivere covered her mouth, trying her best not to scream or whimper.
He also tried hard to hold back his tears and didn't want to cry in front of others.
But he did very poorly. It was so bad. Tears still flowed out uncontrollably.
The only remedy he could do was to cover his entire face with his hands to make himself look less embarrassed.
However, tears continued to fall down my cheeks.
His tears fell to the ground, seeping into the carpet, turning the gray carpet into dark gray.
Albert, on the other hand, looked away sheepishly, trying not to look at Bedivere.
"When this is all over... I want to hear your story. From the beginning to the end, your story.
Even though I may not completely believe it, even though it may be a crazy story, I still try to believe that it is true.
------Can you meow, Bedi?"
(must.)
(When all this is over, I will tell you everything without reservation.)
(Then, let’s sit by the fire, drink beer, and catch up on old times.)
(To my dearest friend, Albert.)
Friends don't just come and go.
There are some people in this world who can truly become your lifelong confidants and lifelong friends.
------You just need to learn to [believe].
"So, Bedi?" Albert changed the topic, with a cunning light in his eyes: "Since we are friends, what's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine. Even your share of the treasure will belong to you."
I'm here, I think you won't mind, right?"
Bedivere wiped away his tears immediately and looked at Albert with extremely cold eyes, as if he were looking at the worst scum in the world: "Go to hell, bastard!"