Chapter 825: Fleeing and Killing in the Demon Swamp (1)
Chapter 825 Escape from the Demon Swamp (1)
The next day, near the Sixth Falls of the Nile River.
In early spring, the tropical sky dawns very early. Around five o'clock, the sky is brightened by a burst of white fish belly.
A sudden shaking woke Bedivere up. The werewolf had been so tired last night that he lay down, but he didn't expect to be woken up so early in the morning. He must have been in a bad temper when he woke up.
"What are you doing?" His hazy eyes quickly opened wide, glaring angrily at Palamedes in front of him.
"You promised to accompany me out in the morning to collect saltpeter." The Leopard Man soldier stayed on guard all night, but he still seemed to be in high spirits.
"It seems there is, it seems there isn't... Oh my god! I'm tired from all the hard work last night, can't you be accommodating?" Bedivere just lay back and covered himself with the quilt.
"No, a man must keep his promise." Palamedes said rigidly: "Get up quickly and accompany me. After we set off, you have a whole day to sleep."
Instinct told Bedivere that that was impossible. Today's trip must be extremely dangerous, and there would be no chance for him to rest.
But, it's so annoying! Paramedes kept shaking Bedivere's shoulders, not giving the werewolf a chance to fall asleep again. He could only accompany this guy for a walk and get over it hastily.
The werewolf sighed and quickly got up to change clothes. His original robe was occupied by Chanel. After returning to the camp, he took a new one from the spare robe---it was from another candidate.
One of the stolen supplies.
However, Bedivere could never find a robe that fit him: almost all the large robes were cut up, twisted into ropes and used.
There was only a relatively small robe left, which looked like a tights on the werewolf. It was not only in the way, but also made him look like a pervert wearing a skirt.
It's no wonder that Palamedes kept snickering on the sidelines.
In anger, Bedivere cut his robe open and wrapped it around his lower body like a loincloth, while his upper body was shirtless and carried a modified large bow on his back.
In this way, the werewolf's costume is primitive and wild, with its own unique coquettishness (although it still looks like a pervert).
"Let's go." He whispered as he jumped down from the tree: "By the way, the bow you resized overnight seems to work well, thank you."
The big bow was made of several strengthened woods joined together, plus strings made of rubber bands from Warcraft, which made it hard and strong. The power of arrows shot with this bow at full strength is several times greater than that of ordinary wooden bows.
It is enough to penetrate the hard skin of most monsters.
If it weren't for Paramedis being so hateful, Bedivere would have spent more time praising the Leopard Warrior's miraculous craftsmanship. But now he was still angry and didn't want to say anything except "Thank you".
"You're welcome. Without a bow of this level, it would probably be very difficult to deal with the monsters." Palamedes sneered, and in his hand was a thirty-inch bow modified from the horn of a giant rhinoceros.
The long knife---it was made from the horn of the monster that Bediwell brought back last night.
With such a tough material, the Leopard Warrior probably spent a whole night fighting for this thing, right?
In short, the sword has been made decently. The horn of the monster emits its own unique cold light, and is fixed on a wooden handle by a rope. It is primitive and dangerous. Give him more time and tools, Palamedes.
It is estimated that this weapon can be made into a peerless magic weapon.
With this giant bow and that precious sword, the two of them felt a little more at ease for the first time while walking on the banks of the Nile River full of monsters.
"Now---" Paramedis walked in front and thrust a stone to Bediwell: "This is saltpeter, remember this smell. Dig as much as possible, and I will get some resin, and that's it.
Already."
"Of course..." Bedivere sniffed the stone and remembered the unique, slightly pungent smell of nitrate. Similar smells were coming from everywhere on the ground. He only had to follow his puppy nose.
With the guidance, you can dig a lot of nitrate soil.
"I wonder if sulfur can be found in the Everglades." Palamedes used the sharp knife in his hand to lightly scratch the tree, and the bark split open, and those fat and oily camphor trees immediately oozed milky white.
of resin.
This time, Palamedes used a more efficient method to collect the resin: he placed a piece of bark under the tree with the resin, let the resin fall on the bark, and then left it alone and continued to treat the other tree.
Trees do the same thing.
"The worst case scenario," the Leopard Man slashed the bark of the third tree with a knife, "is that we never find sulfur. We can only find it in the volcanic underground palace when we reach Mount Gilimanjaro.
."
"Have you not given up on the plan to make explosives?" Bediwell also dug a piece of wood into the ground and picked out a lot of saltpeter: "I think the incendiary arrows are good enough. Maybe when we arrive at the destination, we will have more
These materials have become so worthless."
"I hope so." Seeing that the tree was almost cut, Palamedes stopped and played with the long knife in his hand: "But I have a hunch that everything will not end like this. ------And this one
The knife is so great that even if I don’t need it for the exam, I will still keep it.”
(That’s the giant rhinoceros horn I brought back. You have the nerve to say that you have it all for yourself!)
"Oh my God." Palamedes exclaimed at this time and looked towards the river bank in the distance.
"What's wrong?" Bedivere also followed the gaze of the leopard man warrior and looked towards the river bank.
I saw the body of a huge Nile crocodile by the river. The Nile crocodile, which was thirty feet long, was supposed to be the absolute overlord on the Nile River. Most monsters would not dare to approach it. But it was bitten to death.
A large mass of flesh was dug out deeply below the throat, and it seemed that he had been dead for several hours.
Bedivere recognized it. This guy was the Nile crocodile that attacked him in the river last night. If it hadn't been for a certain talking wolf to come to the rescue, Bedivere would have been buried in the crocodile's belly.
Of course, he briefly explained this matter to Palamedes last night.
Paramedis looked at the dead crocodile and couldn't help laughing: "Am I right? You rely on friends when you go out. Thanks to your big bad wolf friend, this guy didn't eat you as a dessert.
.You should really thank that wolf ------but I am very curious, can that wolf even defeat the Nile crocodile? What a strong fighting power."
"Yes, he is so powerful in combat, but he can't find food by himself. This is what is called [inability to take care of himself]." Bedivere said sarcastically. He still didn't like the big bad wolf.
"Yes, it's not here, you can scold it as you like." Palamedes inspected the giant crocodile's body, picked up his extremely sharp sword and cut it: "I should be able to get some from this dead crocodile."
What. You go get the resin back, and then we should leave."
"Okay." The werewolf was eager to go back and sleep in his cage right away, so he agreed.
When Bediwell went to collect the resin from the bark, Palamedes had already used the rhinoceros horn sword to quickly cut off several pieces of crocodile skin from the Nile crocodile. The skin was full of photons, like steel.
It is hard, but dozens of times lighter than metals of the same hardness. It is an ideal material for making armor... Although, they do not have enough tools to make armor.
Palamedes tried to knock out the largest incisors from the crocodile's mouth, but the dead crocodile's incisors were still extremely strong and could not be knocked out. In the end, he gave up and pulled out five or six of the corresponding incisors.
Smaller, short tusks about a foot long------these things can at least be used as weapons such as daggers and daggers.
Seeing that there was nothing else to collect, Palamedes was about to turn around and leave. Unexpectedly, the moment he turned around, he found something else in the crocodile's throat.
...a wolf!
No, a boy?
No, a wolf. Palamedes rubbed his eyes, thinking he had seen it wrong.
The big bad wolf that spent the night hiding in the throat of the giant Nile crocodile and sleeping soundly was the talking wolf that Palamedes and Bedivere saw last night.
This guy seemed to be exhausted after fighting with the crocodile all night. He had no choice but to hide in the throat of the dead crocodile for the night.
A very smart approach. Other monsters dare not approach the Nile crocodile, even if the crocodile is dead. Under the protection and insulation effect of the crocodile carcass, the wolf can sleep peacefully.
---Although it is disgusting to do so.
---It's a beast anyway, so it won't think so much, right?
"Palami---" Bediwell had collected enough resources. When he came back to find the leopard warriors, he also saw the big bad wolf in the mouth of the Nile crocodile: "Damn it, this guy has been hiding here.
Where to plant?"
"He seems to be seriously injured." Paramedes risked his life and climbed into the crocodile's mouth: "Here, help pull it."
"You want to save that guy?" Bediwell was still worried about what happened before: "Save it! This guy almost cut off my arm last night!"
"He also saved you once, so the matter is evened." Palamedes dragged the big bad wolf out of the crocodile's throat. The dead crocodile emitted bursts of stench from its belly, which almost didn't bother the leopard.
The warrior was so smoked that he fainted.
"Uh, how dare you sleep in such a hellish place? Is there really nothing wrong with your nose?" Paramedes shook the big bad wolf. But it didn't react at all and fell into a deep sleep.
"Palami, let him go!" Bedivere exclaimed, already drawing a full bow.
"What? You have such a big reaction? What a stingy person!" The Leopard Warrior shrugged disapprovingly.
"No!" the werewolf exclaimed: "Look at his arms!"
The leopard man lowered his head and took a closer look in confusion, and was shocked.
Most of it was covered by long hair, but there was an accessory on the furry left wrist of this big bad wolf: a demon-sealing bracelet!