1:386 Kill the Demon Swamp (4)

"Al, can you run?" Bediwell gasped and asked in a low voice, "I, I'll find a way to hold that monster back, or if you're alone, run away!" The tiger boy also got up, he half knelt on the ground, looking at himself covered in blood, feeling the sharp pain of the large wound on his arm, and he was so frightened that he couldn't help himself. Not to mention running away, he couldn't even stand up on his own!

A teenager who doesn't make it is a teenager who doesn't make it. No matter how much you struggle, you can't change your essence. The tiger boy cried, condemning his cowardice and incompetence!

"Al, cheer up!" Bediwell slapped the tiger man, "Give me life! overcome your fears and live!!-

I don't want to lose your friend!" the tiger boy shuddered and looked into the werewolf boy's eyes.

(Weishenme, can you be so calm in the moment of life and death?) Behind Bediwell is a monster as high as a mountain. The hydra opened its bloody mouth, each head dripping with a mixture of venom and saliva. He had already coveted the two teenagers, ready to tear them apart at any moment.

(What is the gap between me and you?!) Hydra rushed over frantically, about to bite the two of them in one bite!

Even if he could roll and dodge with all his might, Bediwell would die!) (It's terrible!'s arm hurts, his whole body doesn't obey the call, and he trembles non-stop!) (Help me!) "Al" seems to be able to hear the cry of Al's soul, Bedivel opens his arms and hugs the tiger boy.

Bedeville, who was exhausted and had only one breath left, all he could do was to gently hug his friend and soothe his trembling body.

If we can't survive together, then at least we have to die together - this is the thing that Bediville can do for his friend.

(Don't be so nice to me!) At the moment of being bitten by the hydra, the tiger man used the madness technique! The giant tiger man ignored the injury, ignored the pain, left his fear behind, and reached out to grab the monster's upper and lower jaws!

The sharp snake teeth pierced into his hand, but he didn't care, and used all the brute strength of his body to open the mouth of the giant snake!

Not to be outdone, the hydra pressed down with all the strength of his body, vowing to crush both the tiger and the werewolf under his mouth!

"Bedi!!" Albert roared, "It's now!!—" Bediwell didn't have time to be surprised, he instantly drew his bow from the ring, aimed at the wound on the serpent's jaw, which was already pierced with snake teeth, and concentrated on the remaining strength of his body, and drew a full bow.

Launch!

Whoosh !!! - a powerful shock wave that enters the roof of the serpent's jaw and exits from its back!

Pound !!! - The afterglow of the shock wave rolled up a fierce vacuum storm, like a tornado, swept the flesh of the hydra into it, and continuously, from the inside out, tore at the body of the giant snake!

The snake's bones were broken and shattered, and they were swept into the impact until the snake's back was powdered and blood spurted out!

Whoa!--The giant snake curls into an "S" shape in an instant, and once it floats in the air, it is immediately hit by the shock wave and flies farther away, and continues to coil into a more complex vortex shape!

Looking at the oncoming venom, Bediwell's eyes flickered, Albert had already blocked Bedi with his huge body, lest the venom splash on the werewolf boy!

The Lord of the Swamp, who had taken a blow from Bedeville with all his might, flew dozens of yards in the air, and after landing, he slid for nearly twenty yards, and finally collapsed to the ground, dead!

This shockwave from the diagonal roof of its jaw perfectly shattered the head that the Hydra had cleverly hidden in its body, killing the epic photonic creature that was almost impossible to kill, the swamp hydra!

"Woo" Albert recovered and collapsed in front of Bediwell. His back was covered in burns, smoking, flesh and blood were blurred, black venom was eroding his body, and his arms were pierced by snake fangs, which were also blurred with flesh and blood, and the blood that passed away robbed him of his vitality!

"Bedi, I finally understand," Albert muttered in a low voice, so small that he could almost only hear it, "I see. I see, there is nothing to fear if I go out for the sake of my friends!"—he fled from death, refused to die, because he saw through the hollowness and coldness of death, and feared that he would become one of it.

And now, he is no longer afraid, because the warmth brought by the moment when he was hugged by Bedeville is enough to become eternal, enough to drive away the hollow coldness of death.

Even if he died, there would be no complaints. That warmth will stay with him for the rest of his life, until [eternity] in the depths of his soul.

[Friend] is not just an empty and boring word, it is warm and heavy, with a turnaround liliang!

"Al" Bediwell looked sadly at his friend. Al's life is dying, but Bedi is helpless.

A bottle of blue potion that falls out of Bedi's coat pocket. The potion shimmered, as if telling Bedeville to use it.

Bedi didn't even think about it, so he immediately picked up the medicine bottle and fed the potion into the tigerman boy's mouth.

Albert, who was dying, coughed twice and vomited blood. His back and hands were miraculously healed.

It is a medicine that promotes the regeneration of cells in the body, and it is estimated that it is infused with a powerful healing magic.

Ryder's gift to Bedwell was a life-saving potion. Just a simple kindness, but it saved Bediwell's cherished friend.

"Beddy?" Albert opened his eyes slightly, looking at his friend.

"You didn't run away. You have overcome your fears. The werewolf boy cried happily, he was half-kneeling, holding Albert, and tears were dripping down Albert's face: "Great, Al!" "Hmm" The tiger boy fainted from extreme exhaustion.

The werewolf boy was holding his friend, but he also fell headlong to the ground, unconscious.

[Friend], not just a hypocritical and vulgar rhetoric, it is simple and practical, with a resurrection liliang!

Hundreds of elephant warriors arrived in a hurry, and they had hurried over when they heard the startling movement of the marsh below the village. Tutan, the elephant man patriarch, looked at the hydra who fell to the ground and died not far away, then looked at the fainted elephant herbalist Pav, and then looked at the two alien teenagers who fainted.

From the trajectory of the hydra's flight, the direction of its blood spraying, and the direction of the two teenagers falling to the ground, the intelligent and experienced elephant patriarch instantly deduced the ins and outs of the matter. He was not particularly surprised, but comforted.

"The once-in-a-millennium lord of the swamp has finally been hunted - well done, warriors. Tutan picked up the two alien boys in one hand and walked towards the exit of the Everglades.