Chapter 2124: Ash Annihilation at Dawn (56)

About two hours ago (?), the Turkic Everglades.

Eric the Strategist had just defeated the swamp crocodile, removed a few teeth from the monster's mouth as proof of trial, and then scavenged a few more times, and was ready to leave.

"And where are you going to go next?" he asked Bediwell, "as long as it's not too dangerous, I'll be your guide." But if you're going to go deep into the Turkic Everglades and some magic mirrors that even elephant people don't dare to set foot in, then I'm sorry to accompany you. ＂

"Well...... The werewolf youth spread out his palms and looked at the spell fire in his hand. In fact, he had no clue where he should go next. However, before Lawrence the Great taught Bediwell a simple spell that was more useful, allowing him to use the fire of spells to detect traces of spells around him. The fire of spells is very sensitive to spells, and even the faintest traces of spells can be detected.

He came to find the great teacher Clarna, since she is also a spell master, she must also have a spell mark on her body, which is a powerful spell trace, of course, it can be detected. So when Beddevil unfolded the spell fire and put it into "probe spell" mode, the werewolf youth expected the spell fire to give him a more or less hint to move forward, lest he wander blindly through the marsh.

Of course, the Turkic Everglades are very large, and it is still unknown whether the tracking ability of the spell fire will be effective. As Beddivi spread out the spell fire and waited for the slowly rising flame to react, the werewolf youth himself couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat of unease.

"Then again, why is this spell so green?" Just as Bediwell was nervous to death, Eric suddenly complained, which simply ruined the atmosphere.

"I guess it's because of the photons of the Everglades. The werewolf youth snorted depressedly. Normally, the fire of spells should be fiery red, and it emits not the light of a real flame burning, but a surplus of photons, which are originally a small spirit body, the composition of photons, and the photons that keep the fire of spells running are said to come from Bedeville's own body.

Maybe the green light it emits now has nothing to do with the environment, but rather because of some kind of mutation in Bediwell's own body. Could it be that this had something to do with the mosquito-repellent ointment that was applied all over his body?

Ooh. After about a minute of continuous ordering, the flames of the spell fire finally began to flutter. The response was very weak. The flames were at first even uncertain and flickering in all directions. But it eventually locked onto a certain direction, as if a breeze was blowing it, and began to point steadily in that direction.

"Found it. The werewolf youth breathed a sigh of relief: "Then let's go." ＂

"Wait, are you sure?!" Eric, the Strategist, asked, with a slight annoyance.

"What is certain is uncertain. That's how the fire of spells reacted. The werewolf youth replied helplessly.

"That's ------ over there," Eric thought for half a second, "yes, there's no going to be wrong." If you walk through this swamp forest, walk more than a hundred yards and you will reach the Magic Swamp. You must know that it is the traces left by the great war of the ancients ------ [that] Demon Swamp, the erosion left on the ground by some people after using the ultimate magic! Not to mention that it is full of the most terrifying monsters in the entire Turkic Swamp, just the skin and flesh touch the mire in the Mosa, and the toxic photons in the mire will erode the human body through the skin, making people's bodies rotten and their spirits polluted! I said I'd be your guide in the Everglades and accompany you wherever you go, except for the kind of hell places that elephant people don't even want to set foot in!

"Really...... The werewolf youth scratched his head: "Then it's more troublesome." ＂

Although he had expected from the beginning that things would not go so smoothly, he also did not expect that things would not go so well. Devil's Swamp. The Great Teacher Clarna is hiding in the Demon Swamp? It's because it's that level of the Demon Swamp that the Great Teacher lives in seclusion in it. What told Bedeville that Clarna was hiding for some reason, either to hide from someone or to accomplish something that only she could accomplish in that isolated place, unaffected.

Either way, it seems that the direction in which he is going has been determined. The next thing is just to find a way to get into the swamp.

"Well, what if I go back and summon the Iron Rider and ride the Iron Rider into the Demon Swamp?" the werewolf youth asked, "If the Iron Rider can fly, it should be able to avoid contact with the mud on the ground, and we won't be poisoned by this, right?"

"Don't add the word [we] without permission, thank you. Eric still looked unhappy and said, "Moreover, these words are not feasible. The most dangerous thing in the Swamp is to fly low in a vehicle. A giant worm that can sense the air flow in mid-air in the swamp, and suddenly leaps out of the mire to hunt. It was thirty feet long, and it could jump hundreds of feet into the air and bite off all the birds in the air and eat them. So even the birds don't dare to fly over the Demon Swamp, and if you drive the Iron Horse into the Demon Swamp, you will become a live target for the Demon Swamp worms!"

"Then increase the flight altitude...... Bediwell was about to say something, but suddenly scratched his head again and interrupted himself: "Isn't it okay...... If you fly too high, you won't be able to search carefully. ＂

"I think it's better for you to give up. Walking by land will hit the poison of the Demon Swamp, and walking low will be sniped by the Demon Swamp Worm. Normally, people would drive warships in and out of the swamp, but if you don't even have a battleship to see, don't be a hell of a place. ＂

"Battleship?" Bediwell suddenly remembered that the Elephants did have a mothership, or more accurately, an ancient relic unearthed by the Elephants, the Ark Skidbladnir. The Ark had appeared during the Great War seven years earlier, and Bediwell was no stranger to its existence. But why do elephant people drive the Skidflatny Ark in and out of the swamp? Is there something hidden in it?

...... Could it be something to do with King Arthur's [that plan]?

But that's all about Great Britain and the Turkic elephants, and Bedevil's side has no interest in it, and it doesn't care. It's better to concentrate on what you need to do at the moment.

It's bothering, though. Knowing that the Great Teacher Clarna was waiting to meet him inside, Bediwell just couldn't find a safe way to enter the Demon Swamp. Can we just go back empty-handed for the time being?

No, wait.

The spell fire in Bediwell's hand suddenly changed color, from a pale green befitting the swamp to an eerie purple-red.

"What the hell. "After turning purple, the illumination ability of the spell fire decreased, and suddenly the whole area around it darkened. As a last resort, Eric the Strategist lit a torch and complained, "That thing can change color? Isn't it broken?"

"I know this light. Bediwell snorted.

Right. Of course he does. He had only seen this light in the black market in Cairo a few hours earlier. It was a mixture of spells and necromancy, and it was a very evil sorcery indeed. At first, Bediwell only used the sensing ability of the spell fire to try to find the whereabouts of the two lost imps in the black market in Cairo, but he did not expect to encounter the bones of other spellmasters, and the bones that had been dead for a hundred years came over by themselves and passed on the spell to Bediwell.

It's this hex. This purple-red glow is supposed to be related to necromancy, which is the ability to use the power of spell fire to manipulate corpses.

Corpse......?

Speaking of corpses, Bediwell happened to have one next to him.

That's the corpse of a swamp crocodile.

The monster was completely crushed to death, and although it was a mess on the inside, it was almost intact on the outside, and it was missing a few teeth. Moreover, this corpse is still newly dead, and there are still a large number of free photons lingering on the corpse that have not dispersed, which is the best time to use necromancy.

There is no difference between good and evil in power. As long as it is used properly, even the most evil forces can be used in the right path. This sentence that Big Lawrence had said earlier popped into Bedigville's mind.

Even King Arthur used to use corpses to perform projection magic, allowing his afterimage to appear next to various dead corpses on the battlefield to help him win battles. Strictly speaking, Arthur's one is also considered necromancy, and it is also derived from the succubus family, a very evil necromancy. But King Arthur had used necromancy so many times in public, and no one dared to point a finger at King Arthur. It's not because people don't know it's a kind of necromancy, but because people are so amazed at King Arthur's power that they don't dare to say a word about him.

So, why not use it here in Bediwell------

Without much thought, he walked over to the corpse of the swamp crocodile and sent the splinter of the purple-red spell fire into the corpse's mouth.

Gradually, the monster began to move.

It is a veritable walking corpse, manipulated by the fire of spells to act, and only obeys the command of the fire of spells, while the fire of spells acts on the orders of Bedeville.

"Oh my God!" Eric, the Strategist, snorted in a low voice, "You're a damn necromancer!"

"Believe me, there's a deep, deep reason for this. But yes, it's a kind of necromancy. Bediwell jumped onto the back of the swamp crocodile: "By the way, can you ride this guy into the Demon Swamp? This is already a corpse, it shouldn't be eroded by the poison of the Demon Swamp anymore, right?"