The dark red meat had just been cooked in the flames, exuding white smoke and a magical and seductive aura.
"Don't worry, look ------" Professor Paul picked up a barbecue skewer and broke off the scales of a certain creature from a piece of meat: "This is a special kind of monster on the East African Plateau --- Thunder Lizard meat. This is non-toxic lizard meat. The protein is six times that of beef. Although the texture is rough, it is still edible."
By the light of the fire, the werewolf looked at those dark red things with suspicion. Indeed, they were occasionally connected to lizard scales, as if to prove his innocence to Bedivere. And the connections between those scales and flesh were natural and real, and did not seem to be artificial. of.
Is this really lizard meat?! If you eat this by mistake and later find out that it is human flesh...
"Well, it's delicious!" Palamedes had already picked up a meat skewer and chewed it wildly. His ferocious appearance was like a wild leopard.
"Palami!"
"I don't care if it's human flesh or not. Hey, I'm not even a human being. I'm half a beast!" Palamedes said nonchalantly: "The fish and dried meat we had for dinner were not enough to fill our stomachs. Stomach. Now we have the opportunity to eat more. Only when we are full can we have the strength to fight. If any emergency happens next, we can handle it."
(That’s what I said. But---)
"If you are afraid and don't dare to eat," the Leopard Warrior stretched his devil's hand towards Bedivere's plate: "I will also eat your share?"
"Eat! Of course you have to eat!" The werewolf swatted away the big cat's claws with one hand, then grabbed a kebab and chewed it.
The meat had a strong flavor, stronger than beef, but was very strong and chewy. Without enough teeth, it would be impossible to chew it. The werewolf couldn't help but glance at the protruding fangs on the front jaws of these Pygmies. It seemed that these The ferocious looks of these guys are to adapt to the local life.
More food was brought, this time mushroom stew in stone bowls.
By the light of the fire, Bediwell could see that the meat was white meat—perhaps bird meat. In short, since it was white meat, it must not be human meat—human hemoglobin would cause the meat to turn bright red.
The mushrooms in the soup are not much different from ordinary white mushrooms. Except for the wonderful black texture on the caps, the texture and appearance are almost the same.
"Oh, I don't recommend you to drink this stuff." Professor Paul said: "For people who eat this for the first time, this stuff is not very good."
"Uh, what?" Bedivere was confused by the old professor's ambiguous words: "What's wrong? Is the meat poisonous? Or are the mushrooms poisonous?"
"Never mind it! Just drink it!" Palamedes had already picked up the stone bowl and drank the soup for a long time. He even put the bird meat and mushrooms in the bowl into his stomach. .
"Oh my god, he ate them all---" Professor Paul's expression changed drastically.
"What?! Could he be poisoned?" Bedivere was shocked.
Paramedis looked calm and composed. As the Green Knight, he has a high tolerance for poisons. It is impossible for ordinary small poisons to pose a threat to the Leopard Warriors. It is precisely because he is almost invulnerable to poisons that he dares to So presumptuous.
However, the big cat soon regretted it. In other words, his face quickly turned red. He only felt a stream of heat flowing down his body, making his body suddenly extremely excited.
"Oh, idiot. Who told you to only listen to half of what I said?" Professor Paul covered his face: "That is a special kind of mushroom that grows between the cracks in the cliffs. Its scientific name is [Skeleton Mushroom]. It is not the most famous among them.
Poisonous---actually it's not poisonous---it's most famous for its aphrodisiac effect."
"Taking soup made from this kind of mushroom all year round can make your penis enlarge." Professor Paul looked at Palamedes with joy: "However, taking a large amount in a short period of time will have other effects."
.It will keep you in a state of excitement."
"Oh my God ---" the Leopard Man warrior seemed to be drunk, unable to maintain balance all over his body: "This is an anesthetic... Oh no, how can you fight if you can't stand still --- this thing will last longer
How long?"
"I don't know, it depends on your physical condition?" Professor Paul sneered: "It usually takes between two and ten hours."
Bedivere looked at Palamedes coldly, gloating a little: "You can act recklessly without fear of being poisoned, but you will only know how to restrain yourself when you are actually poisoned? You really deserve to die."
"That's so wordy." The big cat's face turned red: "I will take care of this thing *burp*, I just need to remove the toxic ingredients... *burp* from the body."
This guy was really, really drunk. It wasn't a toxin, at least not completely harmful.
Once narcotic substances such as alcohol enter the blood and circulate throughout the body, they are highly bound to cells. Whether the drunk body of the Leopard Warrior can distinguish these narcotic substances and eliminate them is still a question.
Unknown number.
---Oops! Bedivere's heart sank, as if a huge boulder was pressing down on him.
If this is the case, wouldn’t their situation be terrible?!
------If Paramedes is unable to fight, in the event of an emergency, only Bediville will be left to support him independently.
The werewolf looked at the movements of the Pygmies around him: they were still dancing the indigenous dance happily.
The coquettish waist-twisting movements, the strange kicking and waving of the arms, at first glance are stunning and curious, but under the light of the bonfire, they look like ghosts dancing wildly. This scene is really scary.
Bedivere swallowed again. He just hoped that tonight would pass safely and that nothing would happen again.
Of course, that is just the werewolf's unreasonable extravagant wish. How could they possibly get their wish if they were so unlucky?
About halfway through the banquet, the great elder of the Pygmi tribe stood up and read something loudly in native dialect.
After saying a few words, he immediately turned around and knelt in front of Bedivere and Palamedes. Other savages also rushed up and knelt down neatly on the ground.
"Soha! Dosoha! Sorahasta!" the savages shouted one after another, and their pronunciation was as neat as if they had been rehearsed in advance.
"What are they doing..." Bedivere cast a look at Professor Paul for help.
"Well ---" Professor Paul's face had changed drastically since the great elder began to make his speech. Now his face has turned even more livid: "They want you to duel with another evil god. That's the legend."
The one in ---[The Devil in the Sky]."
"You must be kidding me!" Bedivere stood up angrily: "We have no obligation to help these savages! Let alone such a dangerous opponent!"
In the past, Bediwell, who was fully capable and fully armed, was still afraid of all kinds of spirits, and it was still very difficult to fight with those evil spirits and dark spirits;
And now? Not only have their magic been sealed, but they don't even have any decent weapons in their hands! Under such pretense, how can they fight against the "Devil in the Sky"?
Seeing Bedivere suddenly standing up with an angry look on his face, the group of Pegmies below were shocked for a while.
"Well... do you want me to translate what I just said?" Professor Paul looked troubled: "If you translate it to them, the matter will be irreversible? They may suddenly attack and kill you?"
"Bedivere, calm down *burp*." The drunken big cat blushed and stood up unsteadily. He put his arm on the werewolf's shoulders to use his strength to stand still. He almost put all his body strength on it.
The weight is all on Bediwell's shoulders.
"If you refuse the negotiation before *hic**, the matter will not be discussed *hic*, right?" The big cat shook his head and said disapprovingly.
Bedivere looked at the drunken Paramides and really wanted to slap him: "You are drunk, Paramides. Let me handle this. Please stop saying a few words."
"No, no, no, no, no," the drunker the guy, the more unwilling he is to admit that he is drunk. The same goes for the Leopard Warrior: "Come on, let's *hiccup* discuss this first. Meow. They won't want [God of Heaven]
]You work for them for nothing, *burp*, right?"
The leopard started to speak like a cat. Bedivere knew that this was definitely not a good thing.
"I understand what you mean. I will try to convey it to you." Professor Paul looked at the drunken Palamedes with contempt on his face. The big cat's gangster nature was fully revealed in his drunkenness!
The professor said a few words to the elder, and the great elder of the Pygmi tribe immediately stood up and whispered a few words to the tribesmen beside him.
"Oh God, they are going to attack!" Bedivere said nervously. Rather than saying that he was nervous, it was better to say that the "heavy burden" on his shoulders made him a little nervous.
Even Professor Paul became nervous: "There should be no mistranslation of what I conveyed... Could it be ------"
A few minutes later, several Pygmies arrived. Judging from their feathered hats, which were slightly smaller than the great elder, these people should also be elders of the clan, with a status second only to the great elder.
A large group of them were discussing in whispers, speaking at an alarmingly fast pace, spitting out dozens of syllables in one second, which opened the eyes of Bediwell and others who were watching - there are creatures in the world that can move their tongues.
So fast!
"What are they talking about?" Bedivere became more and more confused as he was surprised.
"I don't understand either. This is the secret language of their clan and is not taught to outsiders." Professor Paul showed a bitter smile on his face: "But even if I can understand, I can't understand them because they speak so fast."
"
He has also said before that a short sentence in Pygmy language can contain the meaning of three or four sentences in English, and the amount of information is very large. Now this group of elders are holding a debate meeting at a god-like speed.
It’s impossible for someone who’s not an expert in their clan to understand!
However, since they held the meeting so solemnly instead of just tying up the werewolf and leopard man and cooking them, does that mean there is still room for discussion?