1:381 Travels in the Moorland (1)

Al opened his eyes and looked at Bediville with big ice-blue eyes, "Good morning, Bedi. "Good morning," replied Bediwell, puzzled.

"If you're bored, go for a walk around the village. Tutan said, ordering someone to come and remove the evil star. He did not seem to intend to put them under house arrest, but to give them the freedom to move around the village.

"Really, really?" "Go ahead." What our lives are like, you can confirm for yourself with your eyes. Patriarch Tutan sneered, he seemed to have his own set of ideas.

The Elephant Man's village was built surrounded by towering ancient trees. The huge rhizomes intertwined between the ancient trees form a huge network, and it is like a naturally carved passage for these elephants to travel around the moor. These rhizomes make up the road strong enough to support the weight of the elephants.

It was still raining lightly in the Turkic territory, and a lot of rain had accumulated over the past few days, allowing the swamp to come back to life. The originally dry moor was able to revive quickly in a matter of days, and the werewolf boy couldn't help but sigh at the greatness of his vitality.

Of course, this so-called rejuvenation refers to the reactivation of the countless poisonous weeds, poisonous insects and demonic beasts that inhabit the swamp. Life in the Everglades is not only tenacious and resilient, but also cunning and vicious.

It was noon, and a small amount of sunlight and rain from the leaves of the towering giant trees poured into the swamps below the village, and Bediwell could clearly see countless monsters surging in the swamps.

"It's scary. Albert couldn't help but shrink back, trying to stay as far away from the trunk passage as possible. If you fall from here, you will be surrounded by those terrible creatures in an instant, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Al, what are your plans for the future?" asked Bedeville in a low voice.

"What else can I do? You can only take one step at a time. The tiger boy smiled bitterly. There was still a small amount of blood, mud, and all sorts of indescribable dirt on his dirty face (the three of them had fallen into the swamp together yesterday), and the white tiger had turned into a dirty kitten.

Bediwell reached out to catch some of the rain and washed his face, "Patriarch Robol doesn't love you because of your [hemophobia]. If you can overcome this fear, you will be able to prove yourself useful, and he will accept you again. "It was that simple. The tiger boy sat down, looking up at the sky, letting his body get wet with the rain, "Remember what I said, the Egyptian massacre?" Bedi also sat down and listened quietly to his friend's narration.

"Didn't the Pharaoh order the skins of the orcs who had killed themselves by biting their tongues? That includes the fur of my brother Robert. Al swallowed, for the first time in many years he had told anyone about it, "The Pharaoh shipped the furs as commodities to Europe. But our people were the first to learn of this, and before the ship reached Rome, they attacked the merchant ship and regained their pelts.

The furs were transported back with great dignity like the remains of the tribesmen.

however

However, when my dad brought back my brother's fur, I wasn't happy at all.

The fur that my father had brought back belonged to my brother, and the white fur was full of gaps cut by knives and guns. It was the only fur that was stained with bright red blood and could not be washed off.

The elder brother must have fought until the moment of zuihou before being captured. The weapons of the Egyptian army made numerous holes in him. At the corners of the mouth of that fur, there were more, more bloodstains. It was the blood that splattered out after my brother bit his tongue and committed suicide.

After seeing the blood, I didn't dare to see any more blood. It's terrible to see the people around you hurt, bleed, and die!" Albert clenched his knees and cried under his breath. Bediwell didn't say a word, only to reach out and put his arm around his friend's shoulder.

The wounds in Al's heart are worse than Bedi imagined, and I am afraid that they will not be able to heal. But it had to be cured -- in order for this guy to become an independent [adult], in order for him to have the right to live.

The village began to bustle, interrupting Bediwell's thoughts. He was wondering what was going on, and he saw an elephant man walking into the house with a bag of food.

"Uh, sir, what's the matter?" asked Bediwell, who only hoped that he could understand English.

"A stream of Lang merchants is here. The elephant man looked pleased, "and he was willing to trade the potion we had made for food. Don't go hungry at last!"Oh, merchant?

"Al, shall we go and see?" said Bedeville as he pulled Albert. He thinks that going to join in the fun can make the tiger boy change his mood, and maybe find a breakthrough to cure Al's [hemophobia].

In the central part of the many branches, the elephant people carved it a little, and it became a natural square. The ground of the square is not very flat, but it is large and spacious, large enough for thousands of elephant men to gather here.

The elephant people are indeed a great group of pharmacists, and their various miraculous prescriptions have long been known throughout Europe, even to the human race.

However, the recent severe drought in the dark areas has caused the Everglades to dry up. There are fewer medicinal herbs, and of course the output of medicinal materials is also less.

The Tutan patriarch said that the Elephant Terran "can't survive", which is one of the reasons.

Now, in the midst of a heavy rain, did some wise merchant come and trade knowing that the elephant people were able to produce all kinds of medicines?

"Haode, fifteen bottles of deodorant medicine for ten kilograms of potatoes. Deal!" a voice called out in the middle of the square.

It sounded familiar. But the square was crowded with elephants that came to trade, and Bediwell couldn't get there.

"There's more potions here, if you want to get them!" another elephant shouted.

"Harvest it all, this wheat is yours!" the merchant responded.

"Bedi?" Albert tugged at the corner of Bediwell's coat.

"Let's wait. Don't get in the way of their business. Bediwell said helplessly. He didn't want to squeeze into a herd of crazy elephants, and the elephants could squash him and Al with a single kick, how dangerous it would be!

The frenzied trade lasted for about an hour, and as the people had taken their goods (mainly food) and dispersed happily, the merchant in the middle of the square gradually appeared in Bediville's sight.

That's a little white rabbit.

Dressed in a waterproof black robe and a big black top hat, he was a very low-key businessman, but he couldn't escape Bedwell's sharp gaze: "Ryder?" "You recognize the wrong person, sir." "The rabbit deliberately pressed his hat lower, and the brim of his hat already covered most of his face, and it was actually unnecessary to pull the hat.

"There's no way I'm mistaken. I recognize you when you turn to ashes. Bediwell said in a cold tone. No matter how low-key the other party is, he can't hide the smell on his body, let alone change his voice.

The rabbit ignored Bediwell's words and turned to leave: "Then, if there is no business for me, I will take my leave." "Don't go, Ryder—" Seeing that he couldn't convince the rabbit, Bediwell hurriedly said, "I just want to tell you that I have forgiven you." My people are doing well now, at least they're all alive, and I'm not angry with you anymore. Ryder the rabbit man stopped and turned his head. His face was still in the shadow of the big hat, and Bedi couldn't see the other person's expression: "Sir, I don't know who that friend named Ryder you are talking about is. Still, if you do forgive him, that's fine. Good day. "The rabbit is really gone this time. Bediwell knew he couldn't stop him. He'll definitely be back again, though, right?

Bediwell looked at a small bottle on the ground. That's what Ryder the rabbit left behind. The glass bottle contained some kind of sky blue translucent liquid, and when it was opened and smelled, there was a peculiar orange aroma, and I don't know what it was for.