Palamedes, who was still discharged, saw this strange scene, stopped and began to look around.
Not only did the Pygmies not take the opportunity to attack, but they knelt down and worshiped even harder! They seemed to regard Palamedes as some kind of earthly god!
No, it's right to think about it. In such a storm-ridden area, the indigenous people are originally afraid of thunder and lightning. In many civilizations, people always regard thunder and lightning as the roar of the gods and proof that the gods are angry.
Suddenly, such a leopard appeared in front of these uncivilized natives, and its whole body was electrified, emitting countless electric arcs, electrifying people and sending them flying around. The Pygmies did not regard Palamedes as a god.
A strange thing!
The werewolf approached Palamedes and glared at the leopard warrior.
"Don't stay still, do something!" the Leopard Man urged.
"What?! Me?!" Bedivere was stunned for a while.
"Whip! Try waving the whip!" The Leopard Warrior continued to urge: "Anyway, do something they think only the gods can do! Scare them, and we will be safe!"
"This..." Bediwell thought for a moment: "Is this okay?"
He tightened his grip on the turtle-tongue whip in his hand, and at the same time concentrated on giving orders to his prosthetic limb.
That prosthetic limb was made of mithril, a high-tech product of pure brain control. It was made by the Archmage Merlin and was a masterpiece that transcended the times.
Its function is much more powerful than the werewolf imagined. It is only a piece of cake for it to control a sparkling stone and a discharge organ!
The mithril arm quickly produced a stable current, and could also precisely control the flow direction of the current, flowing towards the five fingers. The current flowed into the turtle tongue whip through the fingers, and the whip started to move on its own without waving!
Bedivere used his own will to control the movement of the whip, and the werewolf quickly became familiar with the control method of the thing - it was almost the same as the whip of the Holy Tree Seed. As long as he thought about it in his mind, it could move freely.
!
"Congratulations on growing another tentacle." Paramedis sneered from the side.
"Yes, I should stick it in your butt." Bedivere sarcastically said in a colder tone.
The Pegmie savages in the group were extremely surprised when they saw the werewolf's freely moving tentacles!
But it can be seen from their expressions that their awe of Bedivere is far less than their awe of Palamedes. There is a huge difference in performance and quality between the cool stunts performed by the two!
"They are not satisfied. Add something more." Palamedes muttered from the side: "If you are caught and cooked by them, I will not be responsible."
"Wordy! I'm already trying it!" Bedivere was concentrating on controlling the whip, and his curses were particularly vicious.
He tried to use more powerful electric currents to form shapes on the whip. Soon, the electrified turtle-tongue whip made a crackling sound and faintly glowed with gold.
The Pygmies' respect for Bedivere has increased. At least that's what the werewolves themselves think.
Next is the key point. What will these savages do? Will they still attack without mercy, or will they worship the two orcs as gods and slowly retreat?
Bedivere and Paramedis were unsure of their intentions and could only quietly observe the actions of the group of savages.
Unfortunately, the group of Pygmies did not retreat, but instead surged forward.
"You bastard, are you really looking for a fight?" Electric light burst out from Palamedes' body again, ready for a fight at any time.
"No, wait, they don't seem to have any ill intentions?" Bedivere restrained Palamedes.
The group of savages surrounded them. They neither waved their spears nor raised their poisonous blow darts to shoot. They surrounded the two "gods" and seemed to be taking them to their territory.
"Well... what should I do?" Bedivere asked Paramedis in a low voice.
"There is no other way, just go with it." The Leopard Warrior glanced coldly at the group of dwarves who kept nodding and bowing: "There is no benefit in fighting these guys now. It's better to follow them first, so as to find a chance to escape."
Excuse. Bedivere cursed in his mind. In fact, the werewolf had already guessed what this guy Paramedis was thinking.
In the end, this damn big cat was for his two sons. The two "gods" Bedivere and Palamedes acted as bait among the savages, attracting the attention of the Pygmies.
The risk of being attacked by savages at the camp will be relatively reduced.
Of course, this also means that Bedi and Parami will be in a bigger disguise. If the identity of the "god" is revealed, they will be besieged to death by countless savages in the base camp of the Pegmies.
!
Countless Pegmies gathered around, lifted up the two "gods", and sent them to the tribe of savages.
At the same time, in a certain game world, [Philosopher's Stone Valley].
"Wow!" Hal looked at the surrounding scenery and couldn't help wagging his tail in admiration.
In front of them was a huge valley. Although the valley was uneven, the gradient of the mountains was not very large. They were all small hills that could be easily climbed up and down.
The reason why this "valley" in the north is called a valley is because of the countless floating islands floating in the sky!
These naturally formed floating islands are floating in the surrounding sky of thunder and lightning. The looming crystals among them emit golden light, turning these floating islands into natural decorative lights in the sky. Such heterogeneous beauty is really unparalleled in the world.
Rare to see.
Of course, this is a game, and the scene can be made as fantastic as it wants. Husky, who has played countless games, only expressed his disdain for this scene: "Isn't it just a scene? No need to make a fuss about it."
"This scene is real." Arthur sneered, "This natural landscape exists in the real world. When we were making the game, we went to the scene and restored it. Isn't it amazing?"
"How is it possible? Are those small islands floating in the sky naturally formed?" Husky said he absolutely did not believe it.
"It's true." The King of Knights emphasized again: "These floating islands are filled with the symbiotic minerals of [Sparklestone] and [Lightstone]. [Sparklestone] stores the power of thunder and lightning in the sky, and [Lightstone] consumes electricity."
Producing anti-gravity. This is the principle of floating islands. This valley is one of the only remaining natural wonders in the world, and its prototype is on a plateau in East Africa."
"Um...is it Meow?" Hal looked at the surrounding scene and still felt it was amazing: "So...[the Philosopher's Stone] is...?"
"Oh, it's the [Sphingolite] mine." Arthur nodded: "The ancients believed that this strange stone that can continue to glow and generate electricity for several months after being struck by lightning is the legendary [Philosopher's Stone], which can turn stones
It is gold, so it is often used as an alchemical material.
Of course, gold cannot be refined. Ancient alchemists used it to create countless inventions that are beneficial to modern people."
"Wow..." Hal picked up an inconspicuous pebble on the ground and played with it: "If we can discover aphrodisiac, wouldn't we be able to make a lot of money?"
"Give up. These ores are very fragmented and buried deep underground. Mining and refining require special equipment." Arthur waved his hand: "Natural high-purity dihexite crystals are very rare in nature. They are as big as a palm."
A piece of it is worth thousands of gold coins. They are not so easy to find."
"Uh-huh, what a pity------" the leopard man boy drooped his ears in slight disappointment.
"We are here to find iron ore, can we just ignore the splinterite and other things?" Husky said dissatisfiedly: "Hurry up and finish the task and go back to deliver the work. Let's earn back the money to buy clothes first."
"Indeed." Arthur looked at the two young men who were so poor that they only had one pair of pants and sneered: "According to the map the blacksmith gave you, the iron ore should be in the valley over there. Let's go."
Husky looked at an inconspicuous small valley three hundred yards away. There were sparse and low shrubs on the semi-lit valley, and they were all faintly yellow, not the lush green. Countless black shadows were there.
There seems to be some kind of magical beast wandering around the valley.
"Oh my God, there are so many monsters to deal with..." Hal gasped.
"No need. Let's use the cover of the bushes to see if we can get around." Husky crouched down: "We don't want to fight the monsters before entering the mine."
"Yeah, I understand, meow!" His little friend responded, and at the same time he lay down and moved with as low a center of gravity as possible.
"Did you know?" Arthur picked some branches aside: "In fact, you can use the resources in the environment---this game allows you to do this."
"Yes, can you meow?" The leopard boy looked at the branch in the hand of the King of Knights and immediately had an idea.
He discussed it with Husky and quickly picked dozens of two-foot-long branches from the bushes nearby. They woven these soft and pliable branches criss-cross, and soon made a
A raincoat.
The cloaks woven from tree branches almost completely covered the young men's bodies when they were kneeling on the ground, and they looked completely incompatible.
After the two teenagers covered themselves with the coir raincoat covered with leaves, they tiptoed toward the mine.
Rustle, rustle, rustle. The leaves on the raincoat were moving and rubbing against each other, making a slight and funny sound. The group of people ran down the hillside in a few steps, and soon got into the first bush, carefully observing all the movements around them.
.
These two boys began to know how to act with caution. They learned so quickly. King Arthur couldn't help but admired in his heart.
While Arthur also got into the bushes, Hal let out a low sigh: "That's... Tyrannosaurus meow?!"
That's right, those huge black shadows patrolling the valley are actually a group of large lizards.
A "cute" large lizard that looks very similar to some kind of prehistoric creature.