Chapter 1142: Lost in the Oasis (24)

~Come on.~ The voice was distant and ethereal, like a cloud and mist, like a haze, and it drifted into the minds of the two of them invisibly and colorlessly.

~Come here, in the center of the forest. ~ That's still mind-shifting. Because it is a telepathy that is directly transmitted to everyone's minds, it has no sound source. Even Ivan shook his head, unable to determine the location of the thing.

But a "road" was lit out of thin air on the ground. A forest trail made up of countless bioluminescent mushrooms, filled with turquoise glow.

It's not eerie, but it exudes an air of weirdness and danger.

"It's definitely a trap, Your Majesty. Ivan persuaded worriedly.

The Knight King looked disappreliant: "Since the opponent has already made a war letter, I know that it is a trap, and I must meet him." He patted his shoulder, extinguished the last bit of low-temperature flame on his body, and took the opportunity to organize his equipment: "Let's go." Enough of tonight's hide-and-seek, it's time to wrap up this qiē. "I can't stand it" The half-dragon youth sighed, slapped it a few times, got rid of the dust that stuck to his body, and followed the Knight King away.

Also in the forest of Quarantine Zone Zero, on the west side of the forest, about thirty minutes ago.

Beddeville and Tristan walked in the forest, silent all the way, and the atmosphere was very solemn. The two are already at odds, and they don't have a common language, and now that the two of them are left alone, it's no wonder that the atmosphere will be good.

And they all promised King Arthur that they would not quarrel with each other during their missions. When these two guys were together, they were quarreling except for quarreling, and if they couldn't quarrel, they couldn't even start a conversation, so they had to be silent forever.

The forest was already quiet, and there were no enemies along the way, so it was really boring. Beddiwell finally couldn't take it anymore and said as if he had nothing to do: "Oh, yes, this one is back for you." He pulled out two L-shaped iron rods from his pockets and handed them to Tristan. It was the merfolk treasure, the metal detector.

King Arthur had asked Bediwell to use these two metal detectors to find the City of the Dead, but the werewolves had found the Golden Treasure Ship, the Ship of the Desert. As a result, in the midst of the chaos, the werewolves never had time to return the two iron rods to their owner, Tristan, the prince of the fishmen.

Now that the two of them were alone, and there was no topic to talk about, Bediwell just remembered the thing, so he took it out and returned it to its rightful owner.

"Oh. Tristan took the two L-irons and glanced at them quickly. After making sure that they were not damaged, the Fish-Man Prince peeked at the back of the werewolf walking in front of him again, and muttered to himself, "I still can't figure it out." These two metal detectors are obviously precision instruments, and they will only react to people who have the blood of the mermaid royal family in their bodies. Why are people like you able to use them?" "I'm really sorry that a guy like me can use them." Bediwell retorted dejectedly. He didn't want to quarrel, so he replied weakly, so as not to touch the nerves of the fragile fish-man prince and make the other party nervous.

But the werewolf finally figured something out. Tristan used to use "blood", but this time it says "blood". Thanks to this, Bediwell figured out the real reason why he was able to use these two metal detectors.

"Could it be you—" Seeing that Bediwell remained silent, Tristan began to speculate wildly: "Do you really have the blood of the mermaid royal family? Even if you were born as a mermaid, you wouldn't have been able to become a dog—"It's a wolf." Do you kid want to quarrel?" A faint green tendon appeared on the werewolf's forehead, of course, no one could see this green tendon: "I am a pure-blood werewolf, my parents are werewolves, and they have nothing to do with mermaids. You kid don't have to waste time guessing. "But—" "The reason is very simple, it's that your two stupid iron rods are broken. Before they fell into my hands, their ability to identify was already abnormal, so they didn't care if I had mermaid royal blood or not, and they just offered me anything. The fish-man prince shook his head: "Nonsense. Ivan obviously didn't react when he took this, "Don't care about this little detail!" The werewolf didn't bother to continue arguing with Tristan, just a perfunctory remark.

"Humph!" Tristan looked dissatisfied, but he didn't get angry. He said that he would not quarrel with the werewolves, and he would do what he said.

Click! When the two of them were distracted, Tristan happened to step on something. The sound of his feet slashing at something like sharp scissors is terrifying!

"Damn!" Tristan scolded angrily, looking down.

There lurked on the ground a huge plant like a flytrap, its fat, jagged leaves clamping Tristan's left foot!

Luckily, the Fish-Man Prince was wearing a well-made piece of armor. His leg armor came in handy at such a juncture, blocking the spikes of the Venus flytrap on a large distance!

Otherwise, stepping on the trap is enough to break the left leg of the Fish-Man Prince!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Tristan still shouted in pain, and at the moment he looked like a rascal, and he did not embody the noble prince at all.

"Don't move!" Bediwell looked at the giant flytrap, trying to figure out a way to free Tristan. But it clamped so tightly that moving it around would probably only irritate it, make it clamp even tighter, and crush Tristan's left foot.

Burn it with fire? If the fire spreads, it will burn the flytrap and the left foot of the fish-man prince to charcoal.

It can't be pryed, and it can't be burned, and Bediwell has no idea for a while.

Instead, it was the fish-man prince who took action to save himself first: "You get out of the way, I'll figure it out myself!" he gritted his teeth and drew his sword. It was a well-made longsword with some kind of plug-in on it, and it had a very high-tech feel to it.

Without saying a word, Tristan stabbed his sword into the gap between the flytraps, and with a bang, the flytraps were stimulated and immediately clamped tighter.

"Whoa!!!" the fish-man prince still snorted in a rather deplorable manner, and pulled the trigger from the hilt of his sword.

A sharp and long sound of gas erupted, and white liquid nitrogen shot out of the hole in the blade of the sword and shot at the Venus flytrap.

This plug-in turned out to be a device that sprays freezing mist, and Tristan seems to have a soft spot for cryo-type weapons and has been using something like that all along.

He also has a soft spot for another weapon. The Fish-Man Prince pulled another trigger on the hilt of his sword, and a sharp roar rang out, and the entire sword became like a tuning fork. However, it is not pronouncing, it is actually a super-vibration in the microcosm, vibrating back and forth with an astonishing frequency and a very small amplitude!

The flytrap that caught Tristan's left foot instantly shattered, and the fish-man prince escaped! Freezing the object and smashing it to pieces with super vibration was one of Tristan's best tactics. It's just the simplest physical phenomenon, and there's nothing magical about it. However, it is also very simple and violent, effective against most opponents, and is a near-panacea strategy.

Bediwell was a little worried that Tristan's left foot would be crushed as well, but his worries were unfounded. The Fish-Man Prince's body is amazingly cold-resistant, and the liquid nitrogen freezing gas just now couldn't freeze his feet at all. Blood still flowed from his left foot, and his body had a certain amount of softness, and it would no longer collapse under high-frequency vibrations. Instead, his leg armor—some kind of carbide armor—shattered from the cold and high-frequency vibrations, and ended up like the flytrap.

"It's a pity. Bediwell muttered. It was supposed to be a well-made armor, but I didn't expect it to be destroyed like this.

"It's not a pity at all. Tristan removed the fragments of the armor from his left leg and wrapped the bandage from his medical kit around his injured left foot: "It's been punctured and destroyed, and even if you continue to wear it, it will only affect your movements." However, his right foot is still wearing a leg armor, which is heavy and light, which greatly affects the balance of his body. The fish-man prince simply removed the leg armor of his right foot and wrapped it thickly in a bandage. He is now wearing a pair of light "bandage shoes", which looks slightly funny.

"I thought you were a prince who loved decency," the werewolf whispered.

"What's the use of keeping dignity in a hell of a place like this that no one sees. Tristan replied coldly: "It's good now, I don't have any leg guards anymore, and the next time I get caught in the same trap, I will definitely lose a leg." You'd better find a way to prevent this from happening. "Is it my responsibility?" said Bedeville.

"Of course it's your responsibility, you useless stupid wolf! Originally, Evan was in charge of guarding, but Evan and His Majesty Arthur were in a group, and now that you are in charge of guarding, you'd better come up with a plan!" "But, how" The werewolf tilted his head and thought. If it were just him, things would have been much simpler, he could have used a tungsten tortoise-tongued whip to fly back and forth over the trees, and he wouldn't have to land on the ground at all. But now that there is an extra burden, he can't carry Tristan on the swing together, and he has to think of a different way.

The werewolf clenched his whip and suddenly thought of a solution.