Chapter 2105: Ash Annihilation at Dawn (37)

At the same time, within the Turkic territories.

An iron rider sped through the night sky, its three engines spewing tail flames at the same time, streaking a pale blue light. The simultaneous operation of three engines is three times the speed of an ordinary iron rider under normal circumstances, and you can imagine how fast it is. And Bedivel still departed directly from the Red Sea, and it was not far from the Red Sea to the Turkic Everglades.

Originally, the werewolf youth also had some scruples and did not dare to use the three engines to accelerate at the same time. But the night was getting darker, and he was also heading east, with a time difference of about an hour as he crossed the time zone. Bediwell knew that the elephants were a clan of early bedtime and early risers, and that a curfew would be imposed after a certain period of time in the evening. If he had arrived in Turkic Ankara too late in the iron horse, or in the state of the iron horseman, his actions would have provoked the elephants. At that time, it was not easy to speak. So from the very beginning he used three engines at full speed, with the goal of getting to Ankara before eight o'clock in the evening.

In fact, his worries were completely unfounded. The propulsion of the three-engine Iron Rider was even more powerful than he had imagined, so powerful that the acceleration almost took a toll on his internal organs. The werewolf youth gritted his teeth and persevered, and it was not easy to withstand the speed of the Iron Rider, which could easily break through the speed of sound. It took him about an hour to reach the outskirts of Ankara from Cairo. By this time, Bediwell had slowed down the speed of the Iron Horse, again, to avoid irritating the elephants.

The scenery here is not much different from what Bediwell remembers, and the villages built in the midst of the giant woods have not changed much, after all, it is strange that people build their houses out of tree trunks, all thanks to the bounty of nature, and their buildings have changed greatly over the years.

Beneath the Giant Wood Forest was a huge swamp, and of course the Iron Rider couldn't land in that kind of place. Bediwell had easily found a large clearing in the Great Wood Grove that could be used to land his iron horse. This so-called air is actually the trunk of a long-dead towering ancient tree, which has been cut into a stump. The dense annual rings on it are clearly visible, indicating that the original owner of this stump is at least an ancient tree tens of thousands of years old. No one knows what miraculous techniques the elephant people used to cut such a huge ancient tree horizontally, or how the elephant people polished the remaining stumps of the cross-cut ancient trees so smoothly into a huge platform. People just know that this thing exists.

By the time Bediwell had stopped the Iron Horse, the Elephant Terran guards had surrounded him with torches. As soon as the elephant-man man in the lead opened his mouth, he asked: "Who is visiting Ankara in the middle of the night, and what is the purpose of your visit?"

"My name is Bediville and I'm friends of Zhalfir and Segrade. Bedivel took out the letter of recommendation from his bosom, and at the same time took out a small dagger in its sheath and handed it to the other party: "And I have a token I would like to give to your Grand Elder Tutan. ＂

"Oh?" the elephant-man giant who took the lead turned out to be Bediwell's letter of recommendation and the dagger. If you don't open a letter of recommendation, you don't know the content, and like people pay more attention to practical actions than rhetoric, you can imagine what a recommendation letter can do. It was the small dagger that shocked the elephant-man giant, and he sighed and immediately turned away: "Wait here, I'll be back soon." ＂

Bediwell nodded, patiently waiting.

People are so big that they should be as slow as they are. However, this was not the case, and the elephant guard ran out very quickly, and it was less than ten minutes before he came back after his errands.

"Come with me. The Great Elder wants to see you. ＂

"Of course. My vehicle ------," Bediwell asked, as he followed.

"We'll take responsibility for transporting your iron riders to shelter from the elements. "The elephant man guarded the road.

"That couldn't be better. The werewolf youth replied calmly.

After another ten minutes or so, Bediwell was placed in front of a large treehouse, which he knew was the room of the Grand Elder Tutan, which seemed to be rudimentary but had been heavily reinforced with the strongest wooden frames. It had been about seven years since he had seen him, and Bediwell was a little suspicious that Tutan was getting old. However, just as people live a long life, or perhaps Bediwell's doubts are not justified at all, Tutan is still exactly the same as the Great Elder Tutan seven years ago. But in any case, the people of the whole world have forgotten the existence of Bedivier because of the influence of [the Fourth Miracle], and even the Great Elder is no exception, and it is impossible for Tutan to recognize Bediwell. The Great Elder Tutan, whom Beddiviville would meet next, was basically a stranger to the werewolf youth.

"Come in. Tutan's voice came from the treehouse: "The guards also go down, there is no need for you to guard this place." This is not the Turkic courtesy of welcoming their families. ＂

......Family?

Bediwell didn't say anything, silently waiting for the other mahouts guards to come out of the treehouse, and then he himself walked into the treehouse. In fact, only the first half of the tree house is built with wooden planks and other structures, and the real part of the dwelling is built by hollowing out a piece of the trunk of the towering ancient tree in the Turkic Everglades, and then laying wooden planks after being treated to prevent insects and moisture. The ancient trees were already sturdy, and these towering ancient trees were still alive, and their trunks could not move even under the weight of the elephants, which was very suitable for these large orcs. Inside the cleanly maintained treehouse, the Elephant Elder Tutan smoked a dry cigarette and looked at the small dagger that Bediwell had handed over.

The whole room was filled with the smoke of dry smoke. The two holes dug directly into the trunk of the tree as windows were too small to be used for ventilation, so the smoke in the room dispersed much slower than it accumulated, and the room became the smoky room it is now. For example, people like to smoke, whether it is shisha or dry tobacco, they smoke it, but their preference seems to be more dry tobacco. Because in a humid and mosquito-rich place like the Everglades, smoking is not only for your own pleasure, but also for the added benefit of repelling mosquitoes in your home.

"Interesting, very interesting. Elder Tutan didn't react when he saw Bediwell, still lying on his back in his usual position. He took the small dagger to the side of the fire plate and looked at the light reflected by the dagger with a special structure.

"A dagger made of hydra teeth. This is a token that the Turkic elephants received in their rites of passage. And the most interesting thing is that this dagger came from my hand. Tutan spoke slowly, in a slow tone, exactly as fast as he smoked a dry cigarette and exhaled smoke.

"Oh, Grand Elder, are you so sure?" asked Bedeville tentatively, deliberately.

"Of course. Tutan poked a small indentation in the blade of the Hydra Tooth dagger near the handle with his finger: "This indentation is the mark I deliberately left for my work. The method of writing this mark is known only to me, and no one else in the world can imitate it. It is enough to prove that this dagger is my creation. ＂

The Grand Elder shook the stem of the dry tobacco on the fire, allowing the ashes of the burnt to fall on the fire, and then he sat up and looked at Bedivel with a serious face: "This young man of the Eskimo. You say your name is Bediville, right?"

The werewolf youth nodded.

"It's weird. It's weird. The Grand Elder sheathed Bediwell's dagger and pondered, "How many years?" The last time I made this kind of token for young people who passed the rite of passage was at least seven years ago. Seven years ago. It was an amazing year. In that year, a young man, a tiger man who had not yet reached adulthood, came to the Turkic Everglades. He said he wanted to stay and live. As specified, he took part in the rite of passage of our Turks. He single-handedly defeated the swamp hydra, and we honored him as a warrior, allowed him to join the Turks, and recognized him as an adult elephant man.

Yeah. It should have been that time.

It's a rare time for me to make a token for a young man who has passed the rite of passage, and for a foreigner. When he held the token in his hand, he was a member of our Turkic elephant people, a member of his family. ＂

Tutan took another puff of dry tobacco and continued, "But it's strange. [Token] should have only made one. After all, only the only young man of the Fierce Tooth (Tiger Man) clan passed the coming-of-age ceremony. But according to the corpse of the Hydra that remained, the finest Hydra teeth that were used up were far less. In other words, at least one more snake tooth has been used up to create a [token]. This has always been an unsolved mystery in the village. Some people say who stole the snake's fangs to fill their pockets, but after a long period of investigation, we found that everyone in the village was innocent. ＂

The patriarch looked at the werewolf youth: "According to the conclusion of the investigation, the prisoners who [stole] a large number of snake teeth back then are estimated to be outsiders." It would be a shame for the village to let an outsider of unknown origin steal such a large number of valuable weapons from the village, so since that investigation, everyone has not talked about it. But it's strange, Mr. Bediwell.

If that dastardly outlander had only [stole] the snake fangs of the Hydra, the stolen materials would have been only in the state of the materials, and could never have been in their processed form. But as it stands, the dagger in my hand has been processed, and I have processed it myself, making it a worthy [token]. It was a slight difference in shape from the token I had given to the little tiger, and I believe they were not the same one. That's even weirder. Because I haven't processed more than one [token] memory. Where did this [token], which appears to have been stolen but processed by my hand, come from? Can you explain?"

"Even if I did, you wouldn't believe it. Bediwell smiled wryly.

"Yes. The Grand Elder suddenly pointed a dagger at Bedeville: "It's really suspicious. Maybe I should order someone to imprison you and torture you to extract a confession, so that you can spit out all your secrets?"

Bediwell clenched his fists hard, and a drop of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.