Chapter 1091: Finding the Secret in the Sand Sea (13)

After listening to the strange request made by the Knight King, Tristan inevitably frowned in puzzlement: "Your Majesty, are you kidding? I have already said that this metal detector can only be used by those who have pure mermaid royal blood, and no one else can use it at all." "What is the principle?" the Knight King asked with a smile.

"Uh, that's the bloodline" Tristan was dumbfounded by the question, unable to answer at all.

"If you can't explain how it works, why are you so sure?" King Arthur's words were tinged with subtle wit: "You just let Bedeville try it, if he doesn't do anything with it in his hand, and the detector moves on its own, won't that prove the authenticity of the detector?" "And if I find out that these two stupid iron rods are just toys, I will definitely take my majesty back to the battleship to rest, and let you two fools grope in the desert for a while." Bediwell said unceremoniously.

A green tendon popped out of Tristan's forehead, and he angrily walked up to the werewolf and shoved two L-shaped metal rods into Bedeville's hands: "Okay! You can try it, though I don't think you can do anything - the metal detector will never react to foreigners!" "I don't expect it to react!" Bediwell jumped off the iron horse disapprovingly, and held the two L-shaped metal rods in both hands, as Tristan had done.

When he was ready, the werewolf glared at the fish-man prince viciously, "Look at me to debunk your pseudo-scientific tricks right away!" At the same time, the two metal rods in Bedeville's hand parted.

"Uh" The werewolf frowned.

"What did you just say?" asked King Arthur with a sneer.

Tristan on the side frowned, his face full of confusion and incomprehension, and his expression was no less strange than that of Bediwell.

"Just now, it was just a momentary slip of the hand. That's right, it must be like that. The werewolf replied with a red face, gripped the two metal rods tightly, pointing them straight ahead.

"It's not going to slip this time, look at me—" Bediwell took a step forward.

At the same time, he had already felt the two metal rods in his hands clearly split apart by some force. The werewolf clung to the curved ends of the metal rods, trying to stop them from turning, but to no avail. The metal rod spun and forked out of Bediwell's hand once more, uncontrollably, as if mocking the werewolf's stupidity.

"You're slipping your hand again?" said Evan on the side, sneering.

"It's absolutely weird!" Bediwell's face turned even redder, and the red light shone from the wolf fur on his face, like a light source under the skin: "That's right! These two damn sticks must have a magnetic force! If you don't hold them the right way, they'll split apart." "Bedi, try a different direction. King Arthur commanded again, and by that time he was already rejoicing.

The young werewolf turned about thirty degrees to the left, the direction Tristan had just been heading, his hands still gripped the end of the metal rod. He expects to see the two metal rods remain in a split form, thus proving Tristan wrong, as the two rods are nothing more than ordinary iron rods with magnetic force.

But once again, his expectations were disappointed. After moving in the right direction, the two metal detectors did not make any more awkward noise, but pointed straight ahead, telling everyone to go in this direction.

These two sticks do have a certain function, some kind of inexplicable, wonderful guiding function.

Bediwell's face was red, and he felt only a burst of shame, and he didn't know how to justify himself. But he still stiffened his mouth and forced a reason: "Yes, yes! They actually rely on geomagnetic fields to operate, the principle is like a compass! But they will only take us south, how can we reach the oasis accurately?" King Arthur looked at the werewolf coldly: "Bedi, you are such a stubborn fellow. Well—we're going to go all the way in this direction and see where it ends up taking us?" "It's time in Lang," the werewolf grumbled in a low voice.

"It's okay, I can afford this time. The Knight King was a little upset: "And you are hired, just spend time with me." Whether or not there is something to be gained today, I will pay you. Bediville muttered. Since King Arthur said so, the werewolves can only continue to do this. He lifted two metal detector rods and walked forward one step at a time, only to feel that his behavior was very ridiculous, but he couldn't cry or laugh.

Tristan, on the other hand, silently followed the werewolf and looked at Bedeville's back with a puzzled gaze, while Arthur and Evan drove slowly through the deserted sea of sand in the iron and dragoon.

Time seemed to flow at a very slow pace, making Bediwell's every step feel stressful and embarrassing. If these two sticks can really lead them to some oasis, the werewolf's previous fuss will become a laughing stock, and I am afraid that they will be criticized by their fellow partners for a long time.

And every step he took forward, the closer he got to the truth of the matter. There was some kind of intuition that the truth would not be what the werewolves wanted to see.

Either way, he could only stiffen his head and move on.

After about a hundred paces of straight ahead, the two iron rods in Bediwell's hands diverged again. Does this mean that you are traveling in the wrong direction and need to change directions?

This also shows that Bediwell's strong reasoning is also untenable, that the two metal detectors do follow the direction of some kind of metal source, most likely a subterranean vein, rather than pointing in one place like a compass.

"The magnetic field in the desert is really unstable. Evan on the side sneered.

The werewolf blushed with shame, turned around silently, and continued on his way as instructed by the two metal detector rods.

However, he had only taken a few steps when the metal rod began to fork again. Bediwell frowned, and turned around again, trying to figure out the right way forward. Well, he adjusted his course and moved on, hoping that this time the metal detector would really show them the way.

Unexpectedly, when Bediwell took a few more steps, the metal detector forked again!

A streak of green tendons emerged from Bediwell's forehead. If they indicate an underground water vein, how tortuous and winding does this water vein have to be to make their path crooked like this?!

Bediwell patiently adjusted his direction again and walked forward.

Without taking a few steps, the detector forked again!

"You must be kidding me!" Bediwell's patience was about to run out: "They really broke this time, right?!" Tristan had an opinion: "The treasure of our clan can't be broken so easily!" "Then you explain what the hell is going on?!" Bediwell said angrily: "Forget it! Take these two stupid sticks yourself! I'm not going to do it!" Just as Bediwell was about to return the metal detector to Tristan, the fish-man prince, there was a sudden tremor on the ground.

Boom Boom - Something huge seemed to be making a stir under the earth! The restlessness, the madness, like the roar of the demons in the depths of hell!

Rustling - it was a low, impetuous, chaotic up-and-down shaver, and the area it affected was so huge that it shook the surrounding sand dunes with a roar!

"Don't tell me, this is a sign that the underground water veins are about to erupt. Bediwell snorted. This tremor is not so much that something is erupting from the ground, but that the whole territory wants to fall down. The uneven sand dunes in the desert are churning, and the once calm sea of sand is now like boiling hot water!

"Bedwell, come up!" King Arthur hurriedly shouted. It is never wise to walk in such an unstable place, and God knows what will happen to the terrain of this desert in the next second?

The werewolf ran back and jumped onto the back seat of the Iron Rider: "Is it true that the underground water vein is about to erupt?!, but there is no oasis nearby" "Noisy! Hold on to me!" Arthur held his hands firmly on the Iron Knight's joystick to maintain his balance, and at the same time keep the Iron Rider in a state where he could drive away quickly at any time, just in case of an emergency.

The werewolf was a little shy and hugged King Arthur's waist from behind, and he had to hold two metal detectors in his hands, and his movements were quite awkward. He had just wanted to put away the two metal detectors and at least put them in a place where they could be stored more easily, but he didn't expect—whoosh!—about fifty yards in front of them, a behemoth suddenly emerged out of the sea of sand!!

The momentum of the thing was like a giant beast out into the sea, and the sandstorm it raised was so overwhelming that it not only swept the people on the iron (and dragoon) backwards, but also blinded them.

"Woo!" Arthur tried his best to control the iron horse, but fortunately, the performance of this machine was not too bad, and it was not simply blown over by the storm of sand and dust!

And Evan had already picked up Tristan and had the dragoon lifted high into the air in time. The dragoons in the sky have suffered a lot from the sandstorm, and they are currently unharmed!

"Cough, cough, cough, cough!!" Bediwell struggled to spit out the sand from his nose and mouth in a violent cough. It's a shame that the Iron Rider with the Electromagnet Engine doesn't have the ability to rise to the air like the Dragoon!

By the time the werewolf could see and breathe normally, the huge sandstorm had finally ended.

Bediwell wiped the grains of sand mixed with tears from the corners of his eyes and looked at the very center of the sandstorm.

A dark shadow took shape in the sandstorm.

That behemoth turned out to be a sand ship!

After the wind and sand settled on the ground and no longer blocked the sun, the golden armor of the big ship began to shine in the scorching sun, extremely dazzling!

This shape, this color! It is the legendary treasure ship - [Ship of the Desert]!