Falling! The three of them fell from the air to the ground thousands of feet below at extremely high speeds!
Paramedis's wind resistance was obviously lower than the other two, and he quickly caught up with the werewolf and the old professor.
The floating island they were on was very high from the ground, and it would be a long way to fall to the ground. Bediwell watched desperately as he continued to fall, thinking that this was the last scenery he would see in his life!
After a few dozen seconds, they will fall to the ground and become a pulp!
Snap! The big cat caught up with Bedivere and grabbed the werewolf's waist with one hand.
Wow! Palamedes also grabbed Professor Paul's arm with his other hand.
"Hold on!" Palamedes shouted, although no one could hear him during his rapid fall.
Snap! "Wings" composed of sky blue crystals appeared on the backs of the leopard warriors again.
No, it's a bit too small to call it wings. It's just a backpack or something like that.
"Hey---" Palamedes held his breath hard, and more golden sprite crystals emerged from his body. They were emitting dazzling light, probably discharged.
The light stone crystal backpack also began to emit a dazzling aqua light. The speed of the three people falling gradually slowed down, which seemed to be partially offset by the anti-gravity generated by the light stone.
"Okay, great!" Bedivere shouted in a cold sweat: "Keep it up, Palamedes! I can already see the ground!"
They are about a thousand feet above the ground. Based on this momentum, they should be able to land on the ground smoothly without falling to their death?
"Don't...talk to me!" Palamedes' face turned red: "You guys are so heavy!---I'm almost exhausted---"
The light of the crystals all over his body alternated between strong and weak, as if the power was about to run out. The werewolf then remembered that Palamedes had consumed a huge amount of electric energy during the decisive battle with the Dark Spirit, and it had not been replenished since.
Pass!
"No more!" Palamedes exhausted his electric energy, and the lightstone crystal on his back immediately lost its light, and naturally no longer produced anti-gravity.
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah by the three of them as they screamed and fell to the ground!
Bump!---A loud noise passed, and Bedivere's whole body hit the rocky ground, feeling that he was about to fall apart. But he miraculously got up. Although his whole body was in severe pain, there was no particularly serious damage.
"Everyone...are you okay?" The werewolf turned around to look for Palamedes and Professor Paul.
"Ouch...it hurts so much."
"Ugh! Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" Paramedes' condition was even worse. Half of the big cat's body was stuck in the mud, with only his lower body exposed. He only wore a pair of underpants, and his buttocks were squirming there.
The scene there is simply unbearable to look at.
"Can I ask you to pull him out, professor?" the werewolf sighed numbly.
"No." Professor Paul looked at Palamedes's squirming cat butt with a dull look on his face: "Let him plant it there, maybe a cat tree will grow out of it."
"You!" Palamedes finally struggled to crawl out. His face was covered with dust and was unimaginably dirty: "That's too much, meow!"
Bedivere and Professor Paul burst into laughter.
"What should we do now?" Professor Paul looked up at the sky: "Those Pygmies won't be chasing us again, right?"
"Do they dare to chase after them? *Hiccup*, let's see if I don't kill them all!" Drunk Cat demonstrated, waving a spear.
"Anyway, let's meet up with Al and the others first." Bedivere sniffed the smell around him.
Fortunately, the place where they landed was not too far away from the place where they went to the floating island. With the orcs' keen sense of smell, it was not difficult to trace the footprints and find the way back to the camp.
After returning to the camp, they have more people and strength, and Parami has a magical weapon in hand, so they don't have to be afraid even if they are besieged by the Pygmies.
"Let's go this way." The werewolf thinking so pointed the way: "I hope Al and the others don't get into trouble."
"Do you really think that?" Palamedes had not taken a few steps when he felt a faint smell of blood from the wind.
"Have they also encountered Pegmies?" The werewolf then quickened his pace.
"Not necessarily, the creatures on this plateau, *burp*, are not just Begmies." Paramedis ran staggeringly, but he was worried about his sons in the camp because he was so drunk.
Still keep running.
They ran for about a kilometer and could already see the campfire in the camp and the corpses of a large number of monsters from a distance.
"Did a battle really happen?" Bedivere continued to run towards the camp. He glanced at the corpses of the thunder lizards as he passed by: "What a big monster, Al and the others actually managed to win?"
As soon as they approached, Albert, who was standing guard outside the camp, waved to the werewolf and shouted: "Hey, Bedi! What did you do, you spent the whole night?"
"Oh, you don't want to know." The werewolf looked helpless as he approached.
The tiger narrowed his eyes and looked at the werewolf and his party. Following Bediwell came Paramedis, who was wearing only a pair of underpants and smelled of alcohol, and then there was a white human, dressed more wildly, like a
A savage.
"Wow------" Seeing the werewolf soaked all over and smelling of alcohol, Albert immediately had a very bad idea: "You guys had a great time tonight. I didn't expect that you
The nightlife turned out to be full of philosophy---"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Bedivere couldn't help but couldn't laugh or cry. He walked to the camp and rummaged for available clothes. When he came closer, Chanel couldn't help turning her face away in disgust.
"Palami, Professor!" He threw two pieces of parachute cloth to the two people traveling with him.
"Wait, Dad ---" Before the big cat could put on his clothes, Seglade saw that Paramedis was drunk and dirty, so he immediately stopped him and said, "Follow me, go to the river."
Clean up first and then talk about meow."
"It's so troublesome, *burp*, it's not very nice just like this, meow." The big cat wrapped the parachute cloth around his waist, barely covering his lower body.
"If you want to come with me, then come with me ---" Seglade said helplessly, pulling his drunken father towards the river. Who is the father and who is the son? This scene is a bit confusing.
Don't understand.
"I didn't expect there was a lady here, I'm sorry." Professor Paul also quickly put on his clothes and saluted Chanel beside him: "I am Professor John Paul from the School of Folklore of the University of St. London in Pantorac. I am here for observation.
I came from the culture of the local aboriginal residents. I met your friends by chance, so I came here. I apologize for the offence."
(This guy actually speaks truthfully in front of ladies.)
"I understand." The elf girl Chanel also nodded: "It turns out that you are a university professor. It's really hard for you to come to such a barbaric place. Could it be that the person you are responsible for research is a Pygmy?"
"Exactly." Professor Paul and Chanel started chatting.
On the other hand, Bedivere was staring at a stranger in front of the bonfire.
"Solar?" The werewolf looked at it for a long time before asking in a low voice full of doubts. He thought he was still drunk and was hallucinating before his eyes.
"Oh, we meet again, my friend." The magic swordsman Solar had long wanted to come over to talk, but he never waited for the opportunity. Seeing the werewolf taking the initiative to talk to him, he nodded to Bedivere: "You are safe.
It’s great to be back.”
Bedivere spent another half a second to make sure that Solar was not a hallucination in his mind. After being stunned, the werewolf said: "What is [so good]? Why are you in a place like this?"
"Oh, let's talk about our great hero." Albert came to Bediwell and explained. Of course, it was a salty and vinegary explanation full of sarcasm: "Thanks to this great hero, we were not attacked by the lizards."
The army is eating them! This great hero even sacrificed his own ship and killed hundreds of monsters to help us rescue us! He said that he has been looking for you to duel and saw that your team was besieged by monsters. He couldn't stand it anymore.
He’s here to help! You said how great he is!”
The werewolf glared at Albert fiercely, feeling embarrassed for the tiger's lack of education.
But Solar was not angry, he just smiled tolerantly: "Although the facts have been exaggerated a lot, it is basically like that, hahahahaha."
"So...you saved Al and the others?" Bedivere looked at the corpses of Thunder Lizards outside the camp. There were about thirty or forty of them, each of them more than thirty feet long. He couldn't help but admired: "
He actually defeated so many large monsters, what a great skill."
"Ahem! He defeated most of them, yes." Albert interrupted, saying that he himself had killed many thunder lizards, and the credit was not solely attributed to Solar.
"You did a good job, Al." The werewolf gave the tiger another look and said perfunctorily: "Hey, you've been on duty all night, aren't you tired? Go rest, I'll take over here."
"Ouch..." Tiger knew that he had been perfunctory, and his face showed obvious dissatisfaction: "Okay, I'm going to sleep. Don't wake me up, hum!"
The werewolf watched the tiger leave with a wry smile, and then said to Solar with a long face: "So, you are here for --- me ---, Mr. Solar?"
The Demon Swordsman thought about it for a moment before saying: "As far as the results are concerned, yes."
"Why? Our fight on the deck of the battleship made you hold a grudge?" The werewolf frowned. His life had nothing to do with this demon swordsman before. The only chance of meeting him was when he was competing for the demon-sealing bracelet at the beginning of the exam.
A small dispute.
That's just a trivial matter. Logically speaking, a werewolf shouldn't be hated or targeted by this demon swordsman, right?
"You must find it strange, my friend." Solar whispered: "But you should know very well that we are actually the same person. It is precisely because we are so similar that I am interested in you. I
I look forward to a real contest with you - no restrictions on conditions, no restrictions on means, fight to the death."
After hearing these words, Bedivere felt a chill running down his spine. Solar is definitely a dangerous person, he may be a lunatic, and he has indeed set his sights on Bedivere.