Chapter 2125: Ash Annihilation at Dawn (57)

After listening to Beddywell's explanation, Lawrence Jr. was still hesitating.

"So do you want to sit up?" Bediwell snorted unhappily, "Do you really hate necromancy so much? Don't you want to go into the Swamp with you? If so, then it's not a big deal if you don't come with you, I'll go into the Swamp to find someone by myself." ＂

Eric was silent for a moment before jumping off the piece of bark he was sitting on and moving onto the back of the swamp crocodile. It wasn't technically a sitter on its back, it was spikes with venom, and it was still poisonous after the swamp crocodile died. Beddeville and Eric sat on the shoulders of the monster's corpse, one on one side. The dead swamp crocodile was bleeding, breathless, and cold. It's really not a pleasant feeling to sit on the shoulders of such a thing.

"Let's go. Bedeville snorted, shaking the spell fire in his hand. The purple-red light of the spell fire shook a few times, and began to order the corpse of the swamp crocodile to move, towards the demon swamp that no one could approach.

The swamp crocodile was thirty feet long, and it was prone and crawling during previous engagements, so it didn't appear to be very tall. Now a swamp crocodile with a corpse* on its legs, it walks upright, and its height advantage is immediately reflected. In this case, even if you control the corpse of this giant crocodile deep into the Demon Swamp, you should not have to worry about being drowned in the mire of the Demon Swamp.

...... Probably.

"How deep is that swamp?" Passing through the swampy jungle, Bediwell looked far away at the terrifying area of the endless, bare black mire. There was really nothing left in the mire, except for the occasional black bubble popping up on the bore to remind people that there were creatures moving beneath it.

"Don't worry, most of the Demon Swamp isn't knee-deep for this big crocodile, and its danger lies only in its toxicity. Eric replied, "But there are also a few deep pits that can be avoided by paying attention." Fortunately, I have memorized the approximate location of the pit, and if I really want to get close, I can see the location of the pit from a distance of more than a dozen yards. ＂

"Huh, what do you think?" the werewolf young man couldn't help but ask curiously, this demon swamp was obviously a ghost place made of black mud, bare and nothing, and he couldn't even find half of the landmark. Is there anything special you can see while walking?

"Those deep pits are the nests of the giant worms of the Demon Swamp, and as long as they get close to a certain point, those monsters will definitely wriggle restlessly. Eric replied.

I see.

"So------" Bediwell manipulated the corpse of the swamp crocodile and stepped into the swamp.

Sure enough, most of the area of the Demon Swamp was not as deep as it seemed, especially the tall Swamp Crocodile, a tall magical beast, after stepping into it, the mire sank to the left and right of its knees, and it had no intention of devouring it at all. Because of the influence of some powerful forbidden spell in the past, under this poisonous mire it seems that there is some kind of igneous rock that melts instantly due to high heat and then gradually cools, and the ground it is composed of should actually be very hard.

"Looks pretty safe. Bedivel then said. Of course, this [safety] is for the swamp crocodile that has become a corpse. After all, the corpse was no longer poisoned and died, and the corrosive nature of the poisonous swamp did not seem to have any effect on the swamp crocodile, after all, the legs of the giant monster were covered with extremely hard scale armor.

"Anyway...... If we go overland like this, won't the giant worms pounce on us?" asked Bediwell.

"Normally, no. At this moment, Eric had already extinguished the torch in his hand, and all that was left around him was the purple-red light of the spell fire in Bediwell's hand, and that fire was already very low-key and dim, only to the point where it could illuminate the way forward.

"The Giant Worm is almost the only species that can withstand the poisonous photons contained in the Swamp, and they only eat fresh meat and never touch carrion. Strategist Eric continued, "So when we [drove] this cold corpse into the swamp, at least it wouldn't be attacked by worms. ＂

The man sitting on it made a different story. The werewolf youth snorted angrily.

"It shouldn't be a problem to keep a low profile, after all, the worms are staring at the air. Things that move on the ground, especially corpses, do not enter their food chain. Of course, if you deliberately want to say to them, "There's a man sitting on this corpse, come and eat," I'll be the first to kick you off the crocodile------'s corpse at that time. ＂

"It's too much. The werewolf youth complained, just about to say, "If I die, no one will be able to manipulate the corpse of this giant crocodile, do you think you can leave this place alive?"

However, after thinking about it, he still didn't say it. Eric was able to use the Second Miracle [Mass Creation] to add kinetic energy to the objects he touched, and maybe he could actually drag the corpse of a giant crocodile and control it to move like a puppet. Of course, it is fundamentally different from necromancy.

This guy Eric said a lot before, saying that there is no way to enter the magic swamp, and he is unwilling to accompany Bediwell into the magic swamp, in fact, it is all a lie. He had a way to enter the swamp safely, but he deliberately didn't say it, just to wait for Bedeville to retreat.

What a jerk.

The spell fire in Bediwell's hand shook a little. The spell he had unleashed to track the traces of the spell had been in effect since the moment ago, and the flames of the spell fire continued to point in a certain direction in the depths of the swamp. And now, the flame is pulled higher and the reaction is more intense, and it seems that it is gradually approaching the goal.

"It should be almost there. The werewolf youth then said, "Judging from this reaction...... About five hundred yards?"

Eric ignored Bediwell's analysis, and remained quietly on guard. Even at this moment, there were countless things stirring under the silent swamp, but they hadn't been stimulated yet, and they weren't much interested in a corpse moving slowly across the swamp.

"Anyway, what are you looking for?" The werewolf young man panicked when he saw the awkward atmosphere, and deliberately pulled up more topics: "You want to get permission from the elephant people to move freely in the marsh before participating in this so-called coming-of-age ceremony, right? Is that really something you can find if you walk freely around the moor for a long time?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, it's impossible for people to trust you as an outsider so easily. Bediwell then sneered and began to poison you: "The reason why they are so comfortable letting you enter the Everglades to investigate freely must be because they are full of confidence that the secrets they are hiding in this swamp cannot be easily cracked by outsiders like you who don't know the truth. By this reasoning, their secrets, or the secrets of Great Britain, are hidden in the most dangerous and inaccessible barren part of the Turkic Everglades. Take this magic swamp, for example. ＂

"There's nothing wrong with your reasoning, and I've considered that possibility. Eric smiled indifferently, "But you're also underestimating the Turkic Everglades, Mr. Beddivi. The magic mirror that is difficult for ordinary people to enter is not limited to this magic swamp. Of the four great demons of the Turkic Everglades, this [Demersionis Umidum] is just one of them.

There are also the towering Nubilum Foresta, the bottomless Caducum Abyssus, and the deadly fungal spores of Altum de la Chaus. Each of these magic mirrors is not something that ordinary people can set foot on, and even if a well-equipped expedition team enters the expedition, there is a great probability that the entire army will be wiped out and swallowed by the magic mirror. What I'm looking for may be one of these four demon realms, and even if I have the ability to enter and exit these demon realms safely, their area or volume is extremely large, and I can't spend a lifetime exploring them thoroughly. So, why should people worry that I'm going to find out their secrets? They don't have any reason to worry at all. As long as I don't have enough clues, I can't find anything out of it alone. ＂

"Yes. Bediwell replied faintly. Patriarch Tutan was unexpectedly an old fox------No, that guy was an old fox." Without a dim sum machine, it is impossible to become the head of a Turkic clan.

"And what are you going to do?" asked Bediwell.

"What else can I do? Become one of them first, and find a way to win the trust of these elephant people. "Even if the Tutan patriarch refuses to say anything, his men will one day relent, or accidentally leak information." I'm just waiting for that opportunity. And since there is some secret deal between Great Britain and the Turks, Great Britain will definitely send ships to the Turks on a regular basis. If they really conducted some secret research in one of the four demon realms, the direction of the research institute should be roughly deduced from the course of the spaceship. ＂

"You said before that the Turks would have ships coming in and out of this swamp, did you...... ＂

"Once or twice, yes. But that is not enough conclusive evidence. Eric snorted, "If it weren't for you this time, I wouldn't have rushed into such a dangerous swamp because of those casual observations or two." ＂

Bediwell couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Eric was unexpectedly steady, and belonged to the type who would not act rashly if he was not sure enough. In this case, Bediwell was also used by the other party? Eric said that he didn't want to come into the Magic Swamp, but in fact, he was also planning to find an opportunity to come in to find out the information, and this time Bediwell wanted to come in, so he followed him in.

It's an old fox again.

Suddenly, a wonderful sound interrupted the werewolf youth's thoughts.

"Be careful, we're already close to the Moswamp Worm's lair. Eric the Strategist said in a low voice.