Chapter 762: Preparing for Battle in the Shadow (4)
Chapter 762 Preparing for war against the shadow (4)
night.
After embedding the [Holy Tree Seed] into his metal left arm, Bedivere tried to give the tree a command and conjured a whip.
He wielded the vine whip freely and was able to control the length of the whip and even the timing of the spikes on the vine.
He tried to withdraw his whip and let the tree vines condense in another form to form a shield. The shield of the holy tree was light and strong, easily blocking the blows of Orin's whip.
The werewolf put away his shield and transformed the tree again. This time it turned into a wooden sword. Although it was only a wooden sword, it was hard and sharp, and it was as light as air. It was like a tiger with the force of the werewolf's swing.
, very easy to use.
"Well, that's great." Bedivere put away the Holy Tree Sword and snorted with satisfaction: "I didn't expect that [Holy Tree Seed] was so useful. Albert actually rejected this kind of treasure. What a shame."
An absolute fool."
"It's not because the holy tree seeds are easy to use." Oulin looked at all this and muttered in her heart: "It's because you have an amazing talent and you learned to manipulate the tree seeds as soon as you started."
The [Coordinators] of the Druid Religion originally needed more than ten years of arduous training before they could initially master the method of communicating with tree species. However, it would take even longer to apply [silviculture seeds] to the point where they can be used in actual combat.
And put in more strenuous workouts.
Geniuses like Oulin were trained from birth, grew up with the "Forest Seeds", and practiced non-stop. It took more than twenty years before they achieved what they have today.
On the contrary, this guy Bedivere is completely unreasonable.
Although the operation of [Holy Tree Seed] is relatively simpler than [Afforestation Seed], it is by no means an easy-to-use item.
He has already mastered the [Holy Tree Seed] to this extent after playing with it for just one day. Bediwell is an amazing genius, so amazing that it can scare people to death.
Perhaps it is because the werewolf grew up in the extremely harsh environment of Siberia, and he has the ability to integrate with nature. Other than that, there is no other way to explain it.
Of course, in order to avoid the werewolf's pride, Olin would not tell Bedivere about this.
She deliberately made an expression that was familiar to her, and said to Bediwell calmly: "Unlike [Forest Seed], [Holy Tree Seed] only contains one holy tree, not the entire land."
The forest and the sacred tree will also get tired, please don't overuse its power."
"Understood." The werewolf replied matter-of-factly. He had no intention of relying too much on the power of [Holy Tree Seed].
"Also, this tree species is very precious. If possible, please only use it as a weapon and never leave it alone. If you lose it, I will not get you a second one."
At this point, Bedivere couldn't help but give Olin a blank look: "You shouldn't be qualified to say this to me, right?"
In the battle with the Spider Queen and the Hill Djinn last night, Orin clearly placed tree seeds everywhere and used [silvicultural seeds] as consumables. How could this thing be precious?
"Haha, you don't need to worry about me." Ou Lin said with a cheeky smile: "And the battlefield has been cleaned and all the tree species have been recycled, so there is no waste."
"Yes, you really know how to trouble the brothers of the Druid Order." The werewolf rolled his eyes at Orin again. This woman is simply a troublemaker. She made a mess on the battlefield, but asked others to clean it up for her.
Are all the Druid coordinators so careless?
As if she knew Bedivere was making fun of herself, Olin immediately raised her lips and said, "I have also taught you how to use the tree species. My mission ends here. It is getting late. I should go home. Goodbye."
"Uh, okay, good night." The werewolf scratched his head.
"Well, okay, good night?" Olin was unhappy again: "How arrogant are you? Someone else helped you, and you have this attitude?"
(Here we go again. So women are really troublesome.)
"Oh, then...thank you, Orin." The werewolf added helplessly.
"[Thank you, Oulin]! Your thanks are so casual! There is no sincerity at all!" Oulin got into a complete fuss.
(Oh my god, please let me go!)
"Okay...Olin, thank you very much for your help. I will definitely repay you when I have time." Bedivere suppressed his anger and pretended to be calm.
"Humph, I'm still not sincere enough...forget it!" Olin turned and left: "You owe me a meal, and I will ask for it from you in the future."
(If it was just a meal, things would be much simpler.)
"Okay, okay. Good night, Orin." The werewolf waved goodbye.
"Okay, good night." Olin walked away without looking back.
(What on earth is this woman thinking? Why are all the women in the world so coy? It’s so troublesome.)
"Huhuhuhuhu," Landlady Senezel watched all this in the darkness of the yard and snickered.
"Eavesdropping is a bad habit." Bedivere walked towards the big house. He was tired enough today and really wanted to take a bath and go to bed early: "How is Al? Did you give him the treasure properly?"
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"Don't worry, he is very happy now." The old man continued to smile evilly: "I can give him the thing - or in other words, I have given him the thing. What will happen next depends on him.
Good luck. I hope he can come back alive tomorrow morning."
"Um...Okay." Bedivere didn't think much and opened the door directly and entered the house.
"Ah!~~~Oh!~~~" Albert's strange cry came from a room on the second floor, as if he was having a good time with something.
The werewolf couldn't help but feel puzzled.
"What exactly did you give him? Some kind of strange toy?" The werewolf rolled his eyes at the old man: "Please don't teach Al a bad lesson, okay?"
"Uh-huh-huh-huh...ahahahahahaha!" the old landlord responded with a burst of laughter.
Late at night, Edinburgh Underground City.
Two figures, one tall and one short, were searching among the messy ruins of the church.
"I didn't expect that the church would be so seriously damaged after I just walked away for a while." The unusually tall figure said.
"Humph, people here are all idiots, and they deserve to die." The relatively short figure used his cane to push aside the scattered rubble on the ground, seeming to be looking for something: "And you have to be active in London during the day, so you don't have to."
Take care of both the law and the law. Don’t blame yourself too much."
After finishing speaking, the relatively short figure found something in the ruins. He cast a magic trick to collect the fragments of those things and hid them in his pocket.
"It doesn't matter. Even without this puppet church, it will have no impact on our plan. They are just a chess piece responsible for collecting living sacrifices."
The tall figure did not respond to the other party, but looked up at the ceiling of the dungeon, thoughtfully. When he did this, the handsome face of Westad, the Knight of the Round Table, was half exposed from the lower part of his hood.