The faces of everyone present suddenly darkened, as if they were reflecting on themselves.
"This test is not testing how [powerful] we are - on the contrary, it is telling us how [powerless] we actually are." Bedivere continued: "The trial of the Round Table is the test of the Knights of the Round Table.
Developed together, I think it is not only to test people, but also to train us and make us stronger."
"And if we can pass this training, can we become King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table?" The White Bear asked doubtfully.
"I don't know." The werewolf adjusted the jets and slowed the ship, "but I know that if we are the talents that King Arthur really wants, we will eventually be hired."
Bediwell understood the purpose of this exam.
"Do everything you can do well and try your best to challenge this exam. Perform well in front of the examiner." He said, "In this way, we will definitely earn a lot of impression points, which will have a great influence on whether we can ultimately pass the exam."
Being selected as a Knight of the Round Table has a decisive role."
He deliberately said these words to the stupid White Bear people. It is best to remind Elaine, who almost failed the test from the beginning, not to relax.
The boat came to a complete stop. In front of it was the Third Falls of the Nile, a waterfall that, although not very high, had a drop of hundreds of feet.
"Waterfall?" Palamedes stood up from the boat: "This is the problem I've been having a headache with. How does this boat climb such a high waterfall? Does the anti-gravity device work?"
"I will try." The werewolf adjusted the direction of the injector and ignited the other two injectors on the bow of the ship.
Under the simultaneous propulsion of the four jets, the ship began to float steadily.
However, the boat was still too heavy. In other words, the people on the boat were too heavy. The propeller only flew up a dozen feet, and was immediately overwhelmed and stayed at this height.
"Well, it really doesn't work." The werewolf sighed: "And it's a waste of fuel."
He hurriedly turned off the propellers and relied only on the anti-gravity device to support the weight of the ship, and the ship slowly sank.
The water of the waterfall hit various rocks, which made the werewolf upset. He moved the boat away from the river and stopped on the shore.
"We can reduce the number of people," Albert said, looking at the low cliff. "This cliff is not bad, I can climb up easily. Just put a rope and pull Elaine up. That way
, the boat needs one person to control the ascent, and others can climb over the waterfall."
"I know." The werewolf said anxiously, taking out a tiny waterproof map from the button of his coat, spreading out the thin blueprint, and pointed to the center of the map:
"However, our next trip has to cross the fourth, fifth, and sixth waterfalls of the Nile River. ---Yes, there are several waterfalls in a row right in the middle of this "S"-shaped river basin.
As we continue to move upriver, the terrain will become more and more dangerous and high. We can't keep climbing!"
Even if they, as orcs, can survive the dangerous and difficult test of free-handed rock climbing, it will definitely take more time for them to climb like this.
Originally, traveling on a raft was only enough to reach the destination in three days. But after adding in the time of climbing, three days was not enough.
According to the idea of the exam, there is definitely some faster vertical movement method, which can even allow everyone to sit comfortably on the boat and fly directly over these waterfalls.
They just need to use their brains and come up with a solution.
Bediwell sat down on the rock next to the river bank. While he was thinking hard, Albert was happily munching dry food next to him. The compressed dry food stick as thick as his thumb made a crunching sound when the tiger gnawed it.
The sound it makes is very annoying.
"Al!" Veins popped out from the young werewolf's forehead, "Can you eat with some manners? It's already making noise! Is it as delicious as dry food sticks?!"
"Well, this?" Unexpectedly, Albert chewed more vigorously and made louder noises: "No, it's not delicious at all, it's almost tasteless. But it feels very interesting when chewed, and it's crunchy.
Crisp."
"And it's very noisy." The werewolf rolled his eyes at the tiger.
"Oh, haha." Albert smiled shamelessly, not feeling that his behavior affected others at all. He thought that the werewolf was so angry when he was hungry, so he stuffed a stick of dry food into Bediwell's mouth.
Bian: "Don't be angry, you want to eat meow too?"
"Don't eat!"
"Eat, fill your stomach before you can think about problems. I have a lot of dry food here, which I grabbed from the candidates who were knocked unconscious by us. You're welcome, eat as much as you can!"
The werewolf dejectedly took the compressed dry food bar. He didn't want to eat it at first, but if he didn't eat it, Albert would only become more wordy and annoying. Bedivere would rather eat it than argue with Al.
He picked up the dry food bar and bit it hard, breaking the thing as if to relieve his hatred. But he never expected that this bite would almost break his dog teeth.
A burst of pain came from his gums. The pain made Bedivere burst into tears. While spitting out the dry food in his mouth, he cursed: "Damn it! What kind of crap is this? My teeth are almost broken!"
"Well, how is that possible?" Albert sneered and picked up the stick of dry food that Bediwell spat out: "This is obviously very crunchy, are your teeth made of glass?"
He picked up the very hard dry food stick and took a look at it. He originally wanted to make another round of sarcasm, but he was too surprised to say anything. He only let out a cry of "Huh?"
There is something hidden in the dry food bar. A silvery white thing, tightly rolled into a stick shape, is hidden inside the "crunchy" shell of the dry food.
"What is this?" Albert curiously took out the silver-white stick and took a look. The thing fell apart as soon as it left the dry food stick.
It was a very large and very thin piece of silver cloth. It was almost the same material as the map in Bedivere's hand. It was light and thin, yet surprisingly flexible.
"What is this?"
"This is ---" before the big cat could finish, the werewolf had already snatched the large piece of cloth-like thing, spread it out and looked at it carefully: "I see, this is a parachute."
"Have you even prepared the parachute for us?" Paramedis was still making climbing tools with daggers and wood. He was not planning to make any comments. But after he saw the parachute, he suddenly had an idea:
"Give me that thing, can you?"
"Of course. But what's the use of this?" The werewolf didn't think about it for a while: "This should be used when we jump off the cliff and travel quickly, right?"
"It's not just that." Palamedes took the parachute from Bediwell's hand and turned to his son Seglade and said: "Give me your lifebuoy too."
"Dad ---" Seglade has been reluctant to let go of his lifebuoy since he started traveling on the raft, even now he still hangs it firmly on his waist. This landlubber is too afraid of water.
"Ask your brother to make another one for you. Give this one to me first." Palamedes said in a stronger tone.
"Ugh...Okay!" Seglade reluctantly took off the life preserver.
"What exactly do you want to do, Paramedes?" Bedivere and Albert had already come over curiously to see what Black Panther had up his sleeve.
"Sure enough---" Paramedis checked the parachute, "This thing has no exhaust port."
"Exhaust port?"
"Generally speaking, the top of the parachute needs an exhaust port to make it more stable when landing." Paramedis used a knife to drill holes in the wooden lifebuoy: "This one doesn't have one, it's for short-distance skydiving."
parachute."
"Of course we can also poke an exhaust hole on the top of it." The werewolf said, "But the exam staff didn't prepare this for us. Is it intentional?"
"Yes, according to this logic, the parachute is not just used as a parachute, it can also have other uses." Palamedes pulled out the thin line on the edge of the parachute.
Only then did Bediwell notice that there were such cords on the entire parachute. They were criss-crossed and surrounded the entire parachute like veins. By tying these cords to the body, the person's weight could be evenly absorbed by the parachute.
The body can withstand it---in this way, there is no problem in jumping from high places.
This is a portable parachute with a simple structure. Of course, a lot of processing is required to use it safely.
Palamedes' hands were very skillful. It didn't take him much time to drill more than thirty small holes in the wooden lifebuoy. The sizes of the small holes were almost the same and evenly distributed on the ring-shaped surface of the lifebuoy.
It looks very well-proportioned.
Palamedes straightened out the strings on the parachute and threaded the small strings one by one through the holes in the lifebuoy.
After it was done, Palamedes breathed a sigh of relief: "After modifying the parachute in this way, it's done---"
"A life-saving parachute!" Albert blurted out, "Put this on your waist. You won't be afraid of drowning when you skydive!"
Bedivere and Paramedis rolled their eyes at Albert at the same time.
"Huh? Am I right?"
Palamedes shook his head, took out his dagger and put it under the prepared "life-saving parachute".
Click! He lit the lighter of the dagger, and pure blue flames radiated from the blade of the dagger.
The flame heats the air, and the hot air rises instantly. Within half a minute, the entire parachute expands into a huge sphere and generates buoyancy.
The moment Bediwell understood the thing, he exclaimed: "Oh my god, you made a hot air balloon?!"