1:259 Awakening to the Flame (Part I)

Merlin aside, let's talk about Elison Pure Land.

After Arthur's blow, the entire battlefield fell silent. More than ninety-nine percent of the enemy soldiers were already dead, and the rest had not had time to escape, and they had already been killed one by one by the Dragon Emperor Titans who pursued them.

The Red Fire Dragon Star dropped a dragon scorched by his flames, and sped down to catch Arthur who was falling, "You kid is so hateful! Did you want to kill us with that blow just now?!" Arthur didn't answer, he lay weakly on the dragon's back, stunned for a long time. The prostration caused by the powerful blow made him almost breathless.

"Tristan!" When he came back to his senses, he suddenly shouted, "Evil, go back to the battleship! I want to know what has become of Tristan!" "Don't expect too much, little ghost." Evil Star whispered, heading back in the direction of the battleship. They know it in their hearts. The artillery room has been blown up like that, and Tristan in it is probably already there

The battleship [Sword of Damocles (Yang)], in the destroyed artillery room.

In the midst of the ruins, the fish-man boy slowly opened his eyes. Surrounded by flames and smoke, the gunnery room was completely destroyed and surrounded by fire.

"Ahem, ahem. Tristan choked on the smoke and coughed, and he tried to move himself to escape from the gunnery room.

Can't move. Only then did the boy realize that his lower body was crushed by the huge rubble. The lower half of the body is almost unconscious, and I don't know if it's still there.

Outside, the cannon was rumbling, and the battle was still raging. Tristan knew there was no way anyone would be available to save him.

He lay on the ground weakly, waiting for the moment when the fire consumed him.

"Bedi" did not know Weishenme, and the fish-man prince thought of his friend at this time.

If he died at such a time, Bediwell would be very sad. That guy has been deeply hurt if Tristan dies again

Beddyville will never recover, forever in the shadow of [hurting Tristan]. He may never be able to change back into human form, and live forever in the form of a silver wolf!――

This is the only one, absolutely not!!

"That's right, how can I just give up!" The Fish-Man Prince struggled, "No matter what, he can't die here!" "For the sake of Bedeville, even if he fights hard, he has to get out of this fire hell.

If you want to die, you have to apologize and die in front of Bediwell.

He tried to use magic to extinguish the fire. However, he was in a sharp pain all over his body, and he couldn't concentrate at all.

At this moment - a silver wolf, scurrying into the ruins.

"Bey, Bedi?!" the fish-man boy looked at his friend in surprise.

The wolf seemed unable to speak, his human consciousness had not returned, and now the silver wolf was still occupied by the consciousness of the beast.

"Bedi?!" Tristan looked at the silver wolf with trepidation, not knowing what the other party wanted to do.

It was just a mad beast.

He could pounce at any moment and bite the fish-man's throat.

"See, kill me, Bedi," Tristan smiled calmly, "It's better to die at your hands than in a fire!" "Whoa!! the wolf pounced, Tristan closed his eyes, waiting for the moment when the silver wolf's throat was bitten off!

"Boom!!" The wolf crashed into the huge rubble, and he wanted to push the rubble away with his body!

"Bedi?" Tristan looked at the silver wolf incredulously.

Even if his body is occupied by the beast consciousness, Bediwell is still Bediwell. Everything about Tristan's friend, his scent, his voice, his face, was deeply imprinted in the silver wolf's mind. Even if he turned into a beast, the silver wolf never forgot this confidant and friend.

Their friendship is unforgettable.

Tristan burst into tears. Bedi turned into such a way and still remembered him!

And now, Bedi uses the body of that little wolf, in a desperate situation, to save him!

The rubble was ten feet tall and the remains of the elves' incomparably hard building facades, and it weighed so much.

How could a small silver wolf pick up such a huge piece of rubble?!

The flames had enveloped the two of them, and there was no way back, and the smoke stained the space around them a translucent gray-black.

"Already, that's enough, Bedi. Tristan stroked the silver wolf's back and whispered, "Ahem, with your size, you can still escape, ahem, run away now! I have a friend like you and die without regrets!" he said from the bottom of his heart. He knew that there was no hope of survival, and he just wanted Bedi to escape alone.

"Whoa!! "Whoa," the silver wolf was still pushing hard at the rubble, completely ignoring Tristan's words.

"Bedi, hurry up and live and be happy!—live with my share!!" the fish-man boy pushed Bediwell away.

The rubble collapsed, burying the fish-people completely in it.

Anymore, can't be saved!

"Roar, roar, !!!!!!," the silver wolf roared like a frenzy. Tears poured down the wolf's eyes—

Then, [a miracle] happened.

Photons are sucked into Bediwell's body at an incredible speed.

The silver wolf unleashed the [Madness], and his body was constantly expanding, expanding, and expanding!

The silver wolf Bedivir, in the state of [beasticulture], launched [madness] again, and he turned into a huge silver wolf twenty feet high.

[Beastification].

Even a warrior as good as Palamides spent a total of ten years training at the same time to become [madness] and [beastiness]. It took another ten years for the Leopard Man to fuse the two abilities of [Madness] and [Beastification] together to become [Beastification].

The orcs who can learn to [go berserk] are only one in a thousand of the Hungarians. The number of Hungarians who can learn to [beast] is only one in a thousand. And the orcs who can combine the two and use the most powerful [beastification] are only one in 100 million.

As for Bedeville, his ability is innate, and he has reached a height that no other orcs have never had in their lives without special training-

In Arthur's words, Beddyville is a brazen bastard who is lucky to have gone heinously!

Overwhelmed by the weight of 10,000 tons, Tristan, the dying fish-man prince, a ray of light suddenly appeared in front of him.

Who dug up the rubble.

The twenty-foot silver wolf bit through the rubble, moved the boulders, and dug the fish-man boy out of the abyss of death.

He bit the scarred boy, gently put it on his back, and rushed out of the fire!

In the midst of the hallucinations of near death, Tristan felt only that he was lying on the warm spring grass. Beside him was his friend's, familiar scent.

"Bedi, I'm sorry, and Xiexie. He muttered, and then lost consciousness.