Chapter 1462: The Beginning of the Cursed Night (20)

"What are you?" Bediwell looked at Albert incredulously.

When did this stupid tiger, who usually disdain almost all of a sudden, become interested in something like the Iron Rider? and, at such a strange time, make such a strange request to Bedeville.

"Why do you want to borrow my iron horse, do you want to go far away?" the werewolf then asked with a puzzled face, "You also have the knockout round of the Round Table Trial tomorrow, and it's late today, I think it's better to go back to the hotel and have a good rest, and don't run around, okay?"

"No, no, no, I'm not going to go far away. Albert shook his head and said, "You know meow, my opponent tomorrow is the dragon knight Doha." I've seen that guy today, and he's got a very powerful modified dragoon, uh, no, Iron Rider?"

"You must be kidding me. Bediwell seemed to understand the general idea, and couldn't help frowning: "So you think that your opponent tomorrow, the dragon knight Doha, will drive his iron horse into battle and fight you? How is it possible, this is too cheating, right?"

"Is this cheating?" replied Albert faintly, as if to complain that Bedeville had uttered such stupid things without thinking.

It's really not cheating. The knockout rounds of the Roundtable Trials were not originally limited to the tools and weapons that could be used in the tournament. Basically, no matter how powerful the weapon is, as long as the candidate gets his hands on it, he or she can use it on the battlefield. The swordsman Selen, who fought against Palamides, even sacrificed the Sky Sword, Egypt's national treasure, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with the dragon knight Doha driving an iron horse to fight.

No wonder Albert wanted to borrow the Iron Rider from Bedeville. It is estimated that the tiger knows that he really can't fight against the opponent's iron heavy fighter with a flesh and blood body, and wants to seek a little extra help from Bediwell.

"But—"

Bediwell was about to say something, but Albert couldn't wait to interject: "Don't meow like this~ I also helped you a lot today, strictly speaking, Elaine was also saved by me." So, you owe me one time, don't you? Compared to this, borrowing the Iron Rider is not a particularly big deal, right? If you don't have the Iron Rider, tomorrow's game will be really exciting, so you can help me and pull me along, okay?"

Bedwell had considered lending the Iron Rider directly to Albert, but at the tiger's words, the werewolf's forehead immediately sprouted bruises—he had never seen such a brazen man.

Because, first of all, although the dorsal fin of the White Shark Man was indeed cut off by Albert, the tiger was equivalent to making up for it in the past, and it was Solal who really saved Elaine. Secondly, Albert's help today was actually nothing, but when Bediwell and the others were born and died in the underground research institute of the Muhammad Merchant Order, the tiger didn't know where to hide and be lazy. Moreover, Albert actually saved Elaine, and this has nothing to do with Bediwell, if the tiger wants to find someone to help, go to Elaine, why should Bediwell help the White Bear man wipe his ass?

Hardly anything helped, but as soon as he came up, he begged for this and that like a debt collector, Albert's attitude made Bediwell very angry.

"Okay, I can pull you a handful, I can pull you a few times. So Bediwell sarcastically said angrily.

"Don't meow—" Alberta grimaced.

But werewolves are also people who have seen the world, and they don't bother to see the tiger, so they follow Albert: "Actually, it's not impossible for me to lend you the iron horse."

But there are three problems:

For one, my Iron Rider was a vintage item bought from the black market in Cairo, and its photon-reflecting engine had long since been replaced, and now it is powered by a relatively less powerful electromagnetic engine. It can only float a few feet above the ground at most, and cannot fly. You're driving an old iron horse that can only float but not fly, and can really compete with the opponent's heavily armed iron horse?

Secondly, driving the Iron Rider is not as easy as you think. Even I had to train for a long time before I could barely drive the Iron Rider smoothly. How many days do you have to learn from scratch before you can drive the Iron Knights into battle?

Thirdly, even if you could drive my iron horse to fight Doha the dragon knight in one night, my old iron horse would not be strong enough? I think Doha's iron horse must be armed to the teeth, right? How can you compete with the heavy firepower of your opponent with that old thing?

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Albert began to get impatient when he heard this, but he had a request for Bediwell after all, so he waited for the werewolf to finish his words before retorting: "Anyway, you're just looking for an excuse and don't want to lend me the precious iron knight that you spent a lot of money to buy, right? I know-"

"Not really, I just want to say that you are not considerate"

"I didn't. Albert pouted, "Anyway, lend me the Iron Rider first, okay meow, and I'll find a way to solve the other problems later." ＂

You're so optimistic, boy. Bediwell couldn't help but complain in his heart.

It's a terrible plan by any measure. And the result is also obvious: the iron horse that Bediwell lent to Albert will definitely be beaten to the ground by the iron horse of the dragon knight Doha, and it will be scrapped in an instant. Lending an iron horse to a tiger is like throwing a treasure into a dung pit, and it is an inevitable act of violence.

However, Bediwell knew very well that the tiger would not give up without borrowing the Iron Horse. Albert didn't speak, but in fact Bediwell was the only friend who could help Albert. If Bediwell doesn't lend the Iron Rider to the Tiger this time, Albert will definitely find excuses to complain after losing the game tomorrow, and that time will be the real hell.

"With a bad friend like you, I've really been bad luck for eight lifetimes. The werewolf scratched his head in annoyance, a sense of despair that was about to be executed—oh no, a sense of despair that was about to send his cherished treasure into a dung pit—and he gritted his teeth and agreed, "All right. I'll lend you that's it. I can also teach you some basic driving techniques. But I can't guarantee whether this level of stance technology will help you win Doha. ＂

"That's fine. Albert's face changed suddenly, and he smiled and said to Bediwell, "Meow hahahaha, you are such a good person, Bedi." I'll make it up to you later, I promise. ＂

"Yes, let's settle it first. Bedeville was actually very reluctant in his heart, and he knew that the compensation that Albert said must be just empty words, and the tiger was such an unreliable guy.

"It just so happened that my Iron Rider was in the warehouse of the Palamides making repairs. The werewolf said, "The repair work should be over, let's go and get the iron horse together." ＂

"Of course, it couldn't be better!" Albert's eyes lit up, as if he were a child who was about to receive a Christmas present and was about to unpack it. Seeing the tiger's expression, the werewolf was even more convinced that the iron horse he lent out would definitely be seriously damaged in tomorrow's battle

However, long pain is better than short pain, iron riding is just a machine, and one day it will still be broken, and once the friendship is broken, it is difficult to repair. It's useless to shout bad luck again, so if you want to borrow it, borrow it quickly. And if the iron horse is broken, it can be repaired, if you ask King Arthur to come forward and let Kador use the Holy Spirit to restore it, no matter how badly damaged the iron horse is, it can be repaired, but I hope so.

Bediville let out a long sigh, "Follow me." ＂

"Oh yes!" replied Albert frivolously, not at all sorry for the fact that he was about to destroy Bedwell's precious Iron Horse, or perhaps he had never thought that he would break Bedwell's Iron Horse in battle. This guy is so arrogant that he can't be helped.

Bediwell muttered in his heart, but helplessly walked with the tiger and uneasy. It wasn't the first time he had been to a battleship in Great Britain, and he was already familiar with the internal structure of the battleship to a certain extent, so he didn't take a detour, went down the corner of the corridor, and immediately arrived at the mechanical warehouse of the Palamides.

"I'll have to make it clear that the performance of the Iron Rider may disappoint you. After all, it's second-hand goods bought from the black market for 30,000 Egyptians," Bediwell said as he pushed open the door to the mechanical warehouse. He kind of hoped that Albert would die of borrowing the Iron Horse, after all, if the performance of the Iron Horse was too poor, it would be better to ride that kind of thing into battle than to ride nothing.

The door was pushed open, and although it wasn't heavy, Bediwell felt a heaviness from his heart as he piled it up. What will become of the Iron Rider, which was completely destroyed in the middle of the day and even has its engine chopped up?

However, a silver flash almost blinded Bedeville's dog's eyes, and the sight before him was far beyond the werewolf's expectations.

The iron rider that was quietly parked in the middle of the warehouse had long since been renewed. Its shell had been knocked out during the noon mission, and it was damaged to the point that it didn't look like a human, but now it was repaired like new.

No, it seems that more than just the shell was fixed. Bediwell could clearly see through the cracks in the machine's armor that the intricate and meticulous parts were made in Great Britain.

That's right, the second-hand Iron Rider was originally cut in half, and the electromagnetic engine that should have been completely reimbursed has also been completely replaced, and it has become a standard photon reflection engine, and it is probably the latest model this year. Due to the greatly improved power system, which can support high energy output, the Iron Rider is even equipped with large-caliber heavy photon cannons and a ship-borne heavy lightsaber.

It has been restored to standard combat specs, even slightly higher than the Iron Cavalry used by the regular knights of the Order of Great Britain.