Chapter 947 Seeking the Eternity in the Center of the Earth (20)
Chapter 947: Looking for the Netherworld in the Center of the Earth (20)
At the same time (?), at nine o'clock in the evening, on the East African Plateau, on the top of Mount Gilimanjaro.
"Huh, huh, huh." Albert gasped and finally climbed up the cliff: "Finally, it's finally here, meow?"
"Come on." Bediwell, the werewolf who had been waiting by the cliff for a long time, reached out and gave the tiger a hand, and asked worriedly: "Is there really nothing wrong with your health, Al?"
"Problem? What problem?" Albert looked puzzled. Of course he would not remember that he was tortured by altitude sickness half a day ago and almost lost his life. But now, this well-fed and drunk tiger
I casually climbed to the top of Mount Gilimanjaro, a place with an altitude much higher than anywhere else on the East African Plateau.
Is he used to it? Or is it because he has had enough rest and the tiger's own recovery ability has suppressed the mountain symptoms? The werewolf was secretly suspicious. But apart from being a little tired from climbing the mountain, Al seemed to have no major problems (for the time being). He should be able to endure it.
Go ahead?
"You are so slow." Palamedes was already calling from the other side of the cliff. Behind him were his two sons and the white bear Elaine: "Almost everyone has gathered. If you don't hurry up, the exam will be held."
It’s about to begin!”
"Sorry, a certain cat doesn't seem to be good at climbing mountains." Bedivere helped Albert, who was half dead from exhaustion, and walked over to join Paramedis and the others. He saw a piece of snow behind the group of people with nothing.
Feeling confused: "By the way...are we gathering here? Where are the others?"
"Hey, guess what?" The Leopard Warrior grinned, pretending to be mysterious.
The werewolf was not an idiot. When he saw that the surrounding snow was a bit suspiciously empty, he immediately knew that something was fishy. He squatted down, pinched a snowball, and threw it toward an open space in front of him.
Whoosh.
The snowball did not fall on the snow as Bedivere expected, but passed through the snow and disappeared directly.
It was as if the snow was made of air.
"Optical projection." The werewolf muttered immediately.
"You're right, you're so smart." The big cat walked towards the airy snow. Half of his paws were covered by the phantom of the snow, as if he had walked into a snow lake: "Come on, jump here.
That’s it."
Under the illusion of snow, there might be a deep pit waiting for them, or it might be a trap. But the Leopard Warrior had already jumped in carelessly, and the others had no choice but to follow.
"Al, can you jump by yourself?" the werewolf asked.
The tiger had already panted enough at this time and hurriedly pushed the werewolf away, pretending to be nonchalant: "I'm not a child, I don't need you to take care of me."
Bedivere was angry: "Yes, that's best. Then you're good to go ---------"
Kick! The werewolf kicked the tiger into the snow with a vengeful kick.
Before Albert was ready, he was kicked suddenly by the opponent. He immediately lost his balance and flew out, falling into the snow!
"Wahahahahahaha!" The tiger's body went straight through the fantasy of the snow and fell deeper into it.
Bump! His head landed on something soft, probably some kind of cushion.
Huh? It’s so soft and elastic. Tiger felt that the mat felt good, so he stretched out his hand and pinched it a few more times.
Haha, it feels so wonderful, it feels like touching heaven--------
A burst of exclamations broke out: "Wow, ah, ah, ah, ah, pervert!"
A slap came over and hit the tiger hard on the face, causing Albert's entire cat to fly more than ten yards.
The young tiger man just got up, and he was so dizzy that he didn't understand what was going on. Unexpectedly, Chanel had already rushed up, grabbed the tiger's shirt with one hand, and aimed at the tiger's face with the other hand and slapped her hard:
"Pervert, pervert, pervert! Look how dare you take advantage of me!"
"What's going on?" Bedivere jumped down just in time, and immediately saw Chanel hitting Albert with a series of violent blows, which was not only funny.
Palamedes suppressed laughter: "Ms. Chanel came over to see what was going on. When the stupid tiger fell down, it happened to fall on top of her."
"And I kneaded it a few more times, meow." Saifer added, holding his belly, already laughing so hard.
"Ugh..." Albert was finally liberated by Chanel at this time. The tiger with a swollen face walked over helplessly to join the werewolf group: "What on earth is going on, that woman?"
"It's your fault, damn it." Bedivere criticized mercilessly, looking at the tiger's cat face that was swollen like a balloon with joyful eyes.
Chanel, Knight of the Holy Lily, crossed her hands on her chest to protect her breasts, as if she was afraid that the tiger would do something to her: "Seeing that you are so energetic, it seems that my worries are unnecessary. Then I'll go, you can take care of yourself, hum."
!"
"Yes..." The werewolf felt helpless that he was also angered for no reason. He watched Chanel leave, followed the direction in which the elf girl walked out, and looked at the candidates gathered together.
After the first trial, there are probably hundreds of candidates left.
Farthest away from Bedivine and others, at the other end of this hidden cave, are Tristan and Ivan. They are the "chiefs" of the first exam------the first batch to arrive at Gilima.
The candidates in Zhaluo Mountain are currently enjoying special treatment. They are wearing a set of armor that looks pretty good and have good weapons in their hands.
The werewolf took another look. Before the exam started, the strong men whom Sefer and Seglade had introduced on the deck of the battleship were basically among the crowd.
Not to mention the magic swordsman Solar who accompanied Bedivere and others, as well as the gladiator Bereld, the sharpshooter Faris, the poison master Bete, the great mage Logan, the Warcraft user Descartes, and the scimitar hand.
Morun, the monk Judar, the dragon knight Doha, the strategist Lawrence, the giant Nimitz, the Viking warrior Shirhart... these guys are all here.
Moreover (except for Solar), the two cats specifically reminded that most of these powerful people were well-equipped - the reason was very simple. They arrived at Mount Gilimanjaro very early, so
Received additional rewards from the exam organizer.
If Bediwell had a deeper understanding of weapons and a more detailed observation of these competitors, he should be able to deduce their rankings from the weapons in the hands of these candidates. However, he kept staring at other candidates.
It was not a good thing, it would only arouse unwarranted hostility. When many candidates put away their weapons and avoided Bedivere's visits, the werewolf had no choice but to turn his attention away to avoid irritating these guys again.
Bediwell could only sigh in his heart. They had gone through all kinds of hardships to reach Mount Gilimanjaro, but found that this group of candidates had arrived earlier and more easily than Bediwell and his team. What kind of group was this group of candidates?
What powerful monsters are they?
------Of course, there is one thing that Bedivere ignored. The metal prosthesis of the werewolf's left arm contains the Holy Spirit white diamond of [Holy Spirit---The Cabin in the Woods]. Spiritual bodies have the characteristic of attracting each other.
.Bediwell and the others walked all the way with great hardships and were constantly attacked by various spirits. This was largely because of the trouble caused by this white diamond.
Other candidates were not so unlucky. Among the more than 100 candidates, there were actually many lucky ones. They did not even encounter a single battle on the road.
Whether that is good or bad, only God knows.
"Ahem! Candidates, please be silent!" A voice rang out from the crowd. It was Cador, the Knight of the Round Table. When he started to speak, a deathly silence spread among the crowd.
"First of all, congratulations to everyone for successfully passing the first stage of the [Trial of Strength] exam. Well done! You didn't rely on any magic, just the strength of your own flesh, and you arrived here in three days. Your wits
Worthy of commendation!
Well, before we start the next exam, I have to clarify one thing.
You must have thought that the exam organizers were deliberately making things difficult for you when they initially asked you to wear the [Devil-Sealing Bracelet] and prevented you from using magic, right?
But you all guessed wrong. All of this is meaningful. Our purpose is to let you get familiar with this kind of battle without using magic in these three days. ------ Because you are going to do it next.
You can’t use any magic in that place you go to!”
Having said this, the candidates present began to discuss in low voices.
An area where magic cannot be used? Does such a place really exist in the world?
While other candidates were confused, the werewolf was very calm. Bedivere had indeed seen this kind of thing once.
Just seven years ago, in Great Britain, in the first imperial capital, Holy Camelot.
Affected by [Ultimate Magic—Nuclear Fusion], the ruins of Camelot at that time were still filled with mutated photons, and mutated monsters were wandering everywhere, making it a very dangerous area.
Magic cannot be used there - because heterogeneous photons can easily get out of control, making magic very unstable. When fighting there, they cannot even use lightsabers with peace of mind, because heterogeneous photons will affect the light.
The output of the sword makes the blade become longer or shorter.
Bedivere finally understood the meaning of Kador and Kai's previous warnings. They said, "You will regret it if you choose photon weapons." It turned out to be true.
"I repeat, no magic can be used in the place you are going to next!" Kador used a louder voice to suppress the commotion of the candidates, "The area you are about to enter is filled with mutated magic.
Photons. In this [chaos], any magic will be out of control, and any photon weapons cannot be used. You can only use the most basic enchanted physical weapons! Don't take any chances! The consequences of using magic there will be serious.
Maybe there will be a big explosion!"
It was exactly as Bedivere expected.
So, there really is some kind of "sequelae caused by forbidden magic" hidden in Mount Gilimanjaro?