Chapter 2147: Ash Annihilation at Dawn (79)

"Hahaha, that's why you landed with your face and lay in the mud at the entrance of the village?"

About thirty minutes later, the Turkic patriarch Tutan looked at Bedivir, covered in mud and dejected, and laughed unkindly.

"Whoa......!" the werewolf youth looked angry, eager to kill all the people present. However, he finally calmed down, picked up the towels prepared by the other elephants for him, wiped his face, and wiped the dirt off his face. The towel has been soaked in hot water and smells of refreshing herbs, so it doesn't feel too bad.

"So, you witnessed the warrior's coming-of-age ceremony as a witness, how did he behave?" Tutan asked Bedeville, puffing on a smoke ring.

"It sucks. The werewolf youth glanced at the strategist Eric behind him, "It's not that I didn't do anything, I knew that I was hiding in Tibet, and I was asked to go out and clean up that swamp crocodile." ＂

Of course, what he said was a lie, and it was a joke he was saying in a fit of rage. This is not a deliberate revenge on Eric for the communiqué's personal vendetta, absolutely not.

"Really? The Elephant Patriarch nodded at Eric and said jokingly, "Being able to skillfully use others is also the success of a great warrior." You're qualified. You are a member of the Turkic tribe from today onwards, congratulations. ＂

"Wait, what?!" Bediville protested, "It's unbelievable!"

Although he knew that they were playing with each other, Tutan still asked Eric with a serious look, "What are you going to do next? You have been given the freedom to move freely in the Turkic Everglades, although I would not advise you to wander into the various realms of the Everglades, which are too dangerous. ＂

"No, I've got all the information I need to know. There is something else to do, so let's go back to Egypt first. Eric replied, "I'm going to ride this guy's iron horse back." ＂

"Hey, I haven't agreed!" said Bediwell, angrily.

"It's just a free ride, do you need to be so stingy. Eric looked cheeky.

"Indeed, fellow Turks should take care of each other. "Even the Tutan patriarch is deliberately angry with Bedivir.

"Whoa------ werewolf youth muttered angrily.

"Then let's go. Eric got up from his mat and prepared to leave.

"Uh, yes. This one is up to you. "Before Bediwell left, Patriarch Tutan threw another thing to the werewolf youth.

"What is this?" Bediwell took the thing. The well-sealed wooden bottle was supposed to contain some kind of potion, but the amount was really small, probably enough for a sip. The bottle itself is not as big as a palm, and the amount of medicinal water in it can be imagined.

"It's just some inconspicuous medicine. Didn't the little leopard mention in his letter of introduction to me that you were about to compete in the final of the Round Table Trial Tournament? Maybe we can save someone's life. ＂

I see. Although the patriarch said lightly, "This medicine may save people's lives", its actual effect is certainly more than that. Could it be said that this is the secret life-sustaining elixir of the Turkic elephant human race?

Bedivel had heard of this before------ he had lived in the Turks for a while, how could he not have heard of rumors of elixir------ but people had never let him see the elixir with his own eyes. It is said that the medicinal materials needed to prepare the elixir are not easy to find, it is in the deepest part of a certain Turkic demon realm, and the person who collects the medicine has to risk his life to collect the medicinal materials needed for the elixir. And even if you get the medicinal materials, the process of preparing the elixir is long and full of variables, from the utensils used to cook the elixir to the time and temperature of the boiling medicine have a huge impact on the finished product, and a small mistake can turn the life-saving elixir into a deadly poison.

Therefore, just a small drop of this elixir is enough to make elephant people bother, and its annual output is also miserable, which can be described as a rare product in the world. On the other hand, it is also extremely effective, and it is even rumored that only a small drop of this medicine can bring dying people back to life in no time.

Although it was only enough to drink a sip, the elixir contained in the small bottle in Bediwell's hand was actually worth as much as a small country's budget for a year.

Such a valuable thing was thrown to Bedeville so casually. The Tutan patriarch is really big-hearted.

"Is this really good?" Bediwell sneered, "Maybe I'll keep this for myself and not for Zhalfir?"

"That's your choice, too. Tutan said disapprerovingly.

A few minutes later.

When the werewolf youth walked over, he happened to see several elephant human imps running past him giggling, probably just after "watching" Bediwell's iron horseman, and only fled when he saw the werewolf youth coming.

"All ready?" said Eric, the cheeky fellow, who jumped into the recoil of the Iron Rider first, where he waited for Bedeville.

"You're quite proactive. Bediwell gave the guy a blank look.

"You should thank me for poking around your iron horse just now, and almost dismantled your precious iron horse. Or did I persuade them to leave? ＂

"Oh, that's so thankful. Bediwell replied perfunctorily, jumped on the Iron Rider, and started the Ironrider's engine: "I have a problem. How did you get to the Turkic Everglades by yourself?"

"It flew by [the second miracle] alone, of course. Eric replied without even thinking about it.

"Then wouldn't it be better for you to fly back by yourself? Do you have to ride my iron horse?" the werewolf young man's forehead was bruised.

"It's so easy to say. Even if I use the [Second Miracle] to make my body float, or even use the [Second Miracle] to generate propulsion to fly, there is a limit. How fast do you think I could fly? I flew from Egypt for a day and a night. ＂

"That's really hard work for you. "Bediwell is feeling the urge to kick Eric off the Iron Horseman.

Eric ignored the werewolf youth's sarcasm and continued to analyze, "You came to the Turks on this iron horse after completing the last ring match yesterday, right? It took about six hours? Maybe less? So your iron horse is quite fast." ＂

"Well, it's okay. Bediwell stepped on the gas pedal and the Iron Rider had risen from the platform and began to climb into the air. A few elephant guards were watching with curiosity as Bediwell's iron rider lifted into the air, after all, this kind of thing was not something that could be seen in the village very often.

"Don't worry, I won't take this ride in vain. I can make it fly faster. Eric added.

"Yes, if you like it. "Beddiwell didn't bother to argue with the other party, he vaguely knew what little Lawrence wanted to do. When his iron rider had risen to a safe height and would not crash into the massive trees of the Turkic Everglades, the werewolf youth also fired at full speed, speeding up the monster with its three-photon explosion engine.

Whoosh!!! The Iron Rider was moving at full speed at an astonishing speed, and had already soared hundreds of feet. At this rate, we should be able to get back to Egypt by the early hours of the morning. No. There is still a time difference of nearly an hour between Turks and Cairo, and the budget time for returning is estimated to be about an hour in advance.

"yes, that's a good deal. Eric snorted in the back seat, and Bediwell could clearly feel the speed of the Iron Rider picking up again. It should have been that guy who added propulsion to this iron rider with [Second Miracle].

How much faster the speed is, Bediwell's side can't measure it, the dashboard on his iron horse actually measures the speed according to the speed of the engine, and the acceleration caused by the external force can't be measured. But the werewolf youth estimated from the speed of the surrounding scenery that the speed of the iron horse was estimated to be about one-third more. In this way, the Iron Rider should be able to get back to Cairo in an hour or two, which is already a very satisfactory result. Bediwell was still covered in mud, and he wanted to rush back to his boat to take a shower and get a good night's sleep. Big Lawrence said that tomorrow he would introduce Bedwell to a lucrative part-time job, and he estimated that tomorrow would be a difficult day.

Having said that it has been really bad luck lately, the more Bediwell thinks about it, the more he wonders why he feels like he is being played by the two Lawrence brothers in turn.

"Hey, look over there!" suddenly exclaimed Eric, the strategist behind him, as the werewolf youth pondered.

"What?"

"It's down there! on the surface of the Mediterranean!" exclaimed Eric.

Bediwell then looked over.

A white shadow skimmed over the sea, heading in the opposite direction of their iron horse. Because the relative speed of each other was so great, Bediwell didn't even see where the white shadow was, and it slipped away. Bediwell wanted to look back at the thing, but the moment he turned back, it had turned into a white speck at the extreme distance above sea level, and it was quickly gone.

"What the hell is that?" asked the werewolf youth, puzzled.

"You may not believe it------," Eric snorted, "but at that moment I seemed to see a wolf." White wolf ...... A white wolf running wild on the surface of the sea!"

White wolf. Although he had seen many strange things in his life, he could not surprise Bedwell much if something like this happened. But he was still subconsciously stunned. The description of "White Wolf" is familiar to someone in his memory, or basically that only that guy can fit the current conditions, and the probability of someone else is extremely low.

Could it be the shadow of the white wolf that ran past just now------

That boy called Mordred?

"Where is it going?" asked Bediwell, "not like the Turks." ＂

"Not Turkic. Eric turned his head to look at the direction where the white wolf disappeared just now, and estimated according to the stars in the sky and the angle of the iron horse's advance: "It seems that it should be heading towards the territory of the Grek clan (leopard people)." No. Looking at that speed, it didn't look like it was going to stop in the territory of the Greeks. Maybe it's going to be the territory of the Romani (fox people)?"

"Romani. Bediwell let out a meaningful grunt. The fox people should have been self-inflicted, and they were completely wiped out in a certain out-of-control incident in a shadowy experiment seven years ago, and the territory of the Romani tribe is also a barren ruin.

What is Mordred's enigmatic boy going to do when he runs into a ruin in the middle of the night?