"Still alive! Are you using techniques such as evil spirit possession to prolong your life?" Holy Spirit Crown analyzed: "As the founding king of Pantoraken, he turned into such a virtuous person. It's really sad."
Arthur chuckled to himself. There is nothing to be sad about. Everyone is like that.
It is human nature to be greedy for life and afraid of death. Especially those emperors, generals and ministers who had everything and began to work frantically to protect their property. In order to live forever, they sold their souls to the devil and indulged themselves in "living forever"
"In the illusion of "---unexpectedly, what they gave up was far more than what they gained. Much more.
But only a few people in the world think that it is not worth it.
"This damn old ghost would rather take action himself than let us escape, right?" Arthur turned to confront the ancient king, with endless disdain in his eyes: "Then there is no other way---go die!"
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The King of Knights summoned a Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit did not take on a physical form, but turned into a white light and merged into the King of Knights' body.
------One of the advanced application skills of the Holy Spirit, [Holy Spirit Possession].
His muscles are filled with photons, and his veins are flowing with the white holy blood of the Holy Spirit. With the help of the Holy Spirit, King Arthur's whole body is full of strength, and his height has also grown slightly. He now looks the same as when he became king at the age of seventeen.
Exactly the same.
With this extra physical strength, I can at least fight the enemy for a while longer.
"[Holy Spirit Possession] is only effective for thirty minutes, please act quickly, Your Majesty." Holy Spirit Crown reminded.
"Thirty minutes is enough." The King of Knights sneered disdainfully: "Evil Star, take the two brats and escape from here. I will deal with this old immortal, and then follow."
"Hmph, you're going to die." The evil star flew out and laughed cruelly and with joy.
"Uncle Arthur, be careful, that guy's hands will suck away people's energy." Husky said worriedly at the same time.
"Okay! Just run away and don't get in the way!" The King of Knights raised his sword.
Husky trembled. He didn't know whether it was because he was intimidated by the aura of the King of Knights, or because the other party's words hurt him. He turned around angrily.
"Turn into the corner on the left." The evil star was already lying on Husky's head, and he commanded his little wolf-dog friend without hesitation.
Husky sighed and ran away following the rhythm of the evil star.
"There are only two of us left now." Arthur raised the holy sword: "Come on, King Kesser, let's have a good time. After I defeat you to the ground, I still have a lot of things to do."
Asking you!"
At the same time, at midnight, in the Nile and middle and lower reaches of the river basin, in the forest next to the Sixth Falls.
Bediwell, who was in charge of the night watch, was already very sleepy. He moved over and was about to wake up Saifer to change his shift. At this time, a strange movement in the sky attracted his attention.
The huge fireball was like a bolide, roaring across the sky. It took the werewolf half a second to figure out that it was a raft built by other candidates.
I'm afraid the progress fell behind and they got impatient, so they rushed all night as if to death. As a result, their hot air balloon crashed into a cliff, leading to this tragedy.
"Huh..." Bedivere tried to keep calm. Those idiots were probably hopeless. In such a late night crash in a jungle full of monsters, even without the impact of the raft (hot air balloon) crashing
Even if you kill it, you can't escape the clutches of the monster.
This has nothing to do with him. On the contrary, the lack of a group of competitors is also a good thing for Bedivere and the others.
"...Are you really not going to check on the situation, meow?" Saifer slowly got up and asked in a low voice deliberately in order not to wake up his companions.
"Do you want me to go and see it?" The werewolf saw that the person on duty had woken up, so he lay down next to Albert and fought with the tiger for the quilt: "Don't worry about them, they won't survive tonight anyway. They knew they were on their way all night.
There will be risks. Who told these idiots to take the initiative to die?"
Seifer paused.
Then, the big blue cat sighed and reached for his clothes and equipment: "I didn't expect you to be such a ruthless person, Bediwell. Meow. --- Segrad? Wake up, we are about to set off."
Meow."
"Hmm...? Another bowl of Meow---" His twin brother was still enjoying the delicious food in his dream. After being shaken by his brother like this, he finally woke up: "What's going on Meow..."
"There are candidates in distress, meow." Saifer had already put on his robe and said, "Looking at their appearance, they probably won't survive tonight, and they won't be able to survive until rescue comes. Let's go check out the situation, meow."
"Yes, let's see how many corpses can be collected." Werewolf Bedivere muttered in a low voice.
"Are you really not going with us, Mr. Bedivere?" Seglade asked in a low voice, with a hint of pleading: "You know, we can't use magic now and rely solely on physical strength to move.
If you encounter a monster, I'm afraid------"
(Then it’s okay if you don’t go.)
"I just thought it would be nice if, at least, I had one more companion who could be on guard with a bow and arrow, nya.
---Our archery skills are not very good. Apart from dad, the only one with the best archery skills in the team is you, Mr. Bedivere."
(Oh my God, this is never over.)
"Tsk---" The werewolf climbed up helplessly. As soon as he got up, he saw the two blue leopard youths with a slightly mischievous smile.
Bedivere frowned, helpless and reluctantly said: "I'll just go with you, don't keep mumbling. Really, why are you three father and son so nosy?"
"Heredity." Palamedes murmured under the quilt, stretched out his hand and waved: "Go, I will stand guard here."
Bedivere became even more angry: "Since you are awake, why don't you go with your sons!?"
"No, you young people go and play, my old bones need more rest------" This damn leopard started to show its age.
Bedivere put away the veins on his forehead, picked up his bow and arrows, took three more flaming arrows and a dozen ordinary arrows, and jumped down from the tree.
The two Blue Leopard youths each took a torch, hung a shield made of wood in one hand, and held a dagger in the other, and set out on the road with the most primitive equipment.
Bediwell looked at the equipment of the two big cats and complained disdainfully: "Do you think this wooden shield can prevent the claws of the monsters? Under their attack, this thing is just like a piece of paper."
"Yes, but it's better than nothing, meow." Saifer raised the shield. It was actually not as bad as Bediwell said. The shield was wrapped with a layer of parachute cloth. This special material can prevent slashes.
-----Even the previous Nile Black Vulture couldn't scratch it. Its toughness can be imagined. Moreover, the cloth is also covered with animal fat, and it seems that it intends to use the smooth shield surface to slide away the enemy.
attack.
Simply put, this shield is not used to block attacks, but is designed to deflect attacks from the opponent. This is the so-called use of softness to overcome strength.
With limited materials and production conditions, these two guys were very thoughtful.
"If we can find better materials, we will definitely be able to make a stronger shield, meow." Saifer introduced as he headed into the woods: "It is said that Sudan is a large treasure house of ores, and you can get all kinds of minerals."
Come on, it would be great if that were the case."
Bedivere followed the two cats quietly with a long bow in hand, not bothering to say anything more.
It is true that relying on the orcs' keen sense of smell, it can be said that it is not difficult to dig out various ores.
However, smelting metal requires a large furnace with a temperature of thousands of degrees, and it also requires support from various smelting knowledge. For laymen like them who know nothing about metallurgy, even if they have enough ore in hand, it is difficult to make anything decent.
However, there is one thing that can be easily made without any smelting conditions. As long as there are materials and fire. This idea floated in the werewolf's mind. If there is this opportunity, he might be able to try it.
The three of them walked through the forest, tense and on guard along the way, fearing that the monsters would suddenly pounce out and kill them.
But whether it was because they were carrying torches and protected by firelight, or because the monsters simply had no interest in them, the three of them didn't encounter any monsters along the way, and just kept going in the direction of the crashed raft.
They could already see the light of fire from a distance. The raft hit a big tree deep in the forest, and even the trees burned. Fortunately, the vegetation in this forest was not dense. Each tree was more than ten yards apart from each other, and there were small trees on the ground.
The grass is very sparse, so even if one tree is severely burned, there seems to be no risk of igniting other trees and causing a forest fire.
"It's so miserable... there may really be no survivors, meow." Seglade muttered in a low voice. This was the first time the young leopard man had seen such a wildfire.
"I would like to know what kind of idiot would rush on in such a dark night and even lose his life." Bedivere was still in a drowsy state, his temper was irritated than usual, and his mouth was ruthless.
"Hmm..." A muffled groan came from above his head. Someone was eavesdropping on their conversation in the tree!
"What?!" The werewolf raised his bow, raised his head and wanted to shoot. But what he saw made him hesitate. The arrow did not shoot out, but something else did ----- His head was hot, and blood spurted out from his nose.
out!
"Ah! Pervert~~~~~~!!" The girl's scream echoed in the forest. She was hung on the tree, and her robe was so entangled in the branches that she couldn't fall down at all. Bediville
Just when I took a look at the scene under her skirt, I was immediately hit in the head by a huge tree fruit thrown by the girl.
The hard tree fruit hit the werewolf's forehead hard, inducing a rather strong concussion. Bedivere suddenly felt like the world was spinning. Coupled with the influence of blood spurting from his nose, he spun around twice before losing his mind.