1:357 Travels in the Darkness (1)

Midnight.

The Iron Rider carried the werewolf boy to the eastern border of Rome.

"It's delivered here. Be careful yourself. "Justinian Dao.

"Xiexie, you, Lord Justinian, and Lancelot. Bediwell looked at Justinian, and then at Lancelot.

"It's not Lancelot, it's Knight X. Lancelot subconsciously fiddled with his mask.

"Is this really unrecognizable?" Bedeville looked at the sapphire ring on his right index finger. The silver ring, with its countless tiny grooves, is a very simple artifact at first glance, but it is extremely delicate when you look closely.

"It was prepared by Master Merlin, and it has used a special structure to hide the lines of the magic, and it can't be detected by checking the magic. Lianyin on the side said, "And it only responds to your brain waves, and only you can turn it on." Bedi clicked on the sapphire. The sapphire began to glow, opening a small subspace entrance. The werewolf boy reached in and fumbled for a moment, and there was an ancient wooden bow hidden in that small subspace—Bediwell's Magic Bow [Nal's Fire].

"Good. Bedi tapped the sapphire on the ring again and put away the subspace entrance, "I'll take care of it." "Bediville, stay safe. Lianyin said mechanically. She was obviously worried, but she still couldn't express her mood well.

"Got it. I went. The werewolf boy gave the girl an affectionate gaze in return, then turned and stepped into the dark realm.

The dark land in front of him was incomparably desolate and desolate. Approaching Rome, the territory of the Fierce Tooth Clan (Tiger Clan), which is least affected by the shadow of the Shijie Wall, is still dark.

Affected by the high wall far to the east, the "sunrise" time in spring and autumn is around 9 a.m., which is about three hours less sunshine a day, and in winter, the situation is even worse. The surface of the ground eroded by wind and frost has opened a crack.

That's pretty good. Beddiwell has seen real hell. The territory of the Eschimo (werewolf clan) where he once lived had an average of only six hours of daylight a day, and the rest of the day was spent in cold and darkness.

This is the Dark Realm. The harsh and desolate Shijie, the Shijie who only the orcs can barely survive. Bediwell, who had lived comfortably in the glorious region, was reminded of the hard days of his childhood.

A few hours later, the village of the Fierce Fangs, the house of the Roble chief.

"What? caught the silver wolf Bevelf?" the tigerman patriarch was stunned for a moment, and his eyes widened. His golden eyes stood out against the dark gray-black hair, "Weishenme? Are humans idiots? They actually took the initiative to send Bevelff over? Is the war going on in the northwest?" "Patriarch," said the tiger soldier who gave the order, "The foxes have checked that there are no key fragments on the silver wolf. "Well, of course. Robel touched his chin and thought for a moment, "Humans wouldn't be stupid enough to offer us Zuihou's key fragments—" "Well, Patriarch?" said the herald, "Silver Wolf said he wanted to meet the Patriarch." Do you want to approve it?" Robert narrowed his eyes, his face full of confusion. What is this silver wolf Bevelv thinking? On the eve of the life-and-death battle between the Huns and the humans, he actually ran to the enemy's base camp, is he an idiot?

However, the Fierce Tooth Clan, who advocates etiquette, will not refuse to see the visitor just like that.

"Okay, let him come. "What is this Bevelf's plan, Roble is also full of curiosity.

Ten minutes later, the werewolf boy was stripped of his arms and walked into the parlor accompanied by two tiger guards.

Robel stirred the coals in a circular stove in the center of the living room with an iron rod, and looked at the silver wolf Bevelf in the faint light of the fire.

The werewolf boy wore no armor, only a plain gray cotton shirt and black cotton pants. His only "armament", a small photon dagger, had been taken.

The cloak he originally had to shelter from the wind and snow was also taken away because of the magic reaction that was detected, just in case.

This so-called silver wolf Bevelf now looks like an ordinary folk boy from a human shijie. He's not as evil as he seems.

"Hehe, isn't this the silver wolf Bevelf?" Robul gestured to the guards next to him, asking them to retreat, "What's the matter, did you come to the Dark Regions at this time to surrender voluntarily?" "Please call me Bediwell, Patriarch Robel." Bedi said quietly.

"Bedeville?" the black tiger man was displeased, the white tiger stripes on his forehead twisted into a W shape as he frowned, "That's the name of a human." You kid, you've lived in human shijie for too long, and you've been assimilated by humans?" At that time, my people were on the verge of death and were displaced to a small village on the border with France, and it was these humans who saved me and gave me the name. "So, you have always been obedient to the humans and served the monkeys as their loyal dogs. Very good. Roble sarcastically said.

The werewolf boy shook his head, "Humans aren't as bad as you think, Patriarch. There are also a lot of good people in humanity. "I'm not going to waste time arguing with you about this, kid. Roble said disdainfully, "Boy, since you took the initiative to surrender, you should be ready to be tortured, right? I'll save some time and ask you directly: Where is the key fragment of Shijie Zhibi Zuihou? Who did you give it to?" Bediwell smiled: "Where you will never get it." "Stinky boy, don't play dumb riddles on me!" Robel grabbed Bedi by the hem of his coat with one hand, and the almost seven-foot-tall tiger man hoisted the short werewolf boy into the air, "You can answer directly, or you can be tortured half-dead in the torture chamber and then answer, or you can even not answer - the foxes can squeeze the information out of your brain just like they can use brain probing." Whichever path is easier, you can choose for yourself!" "You can torture me half to death, squeeze my brain, and get the information in my brain. The werewolf boy had a calm face, and was hung in the air without a struggle at all, "But you will find that it was all in vain.

I've given the key fragment to a powerful human mage who isn't anywhere on Shijie. If he really wants to hide the fragments of the key, you will not be able to find it for the rest of your life. Roble stared at the werewolf boy's big blue eyes. The eyes were clear and clear, without a trace of cloudiness. The tiger patriarch was sure that the other party's words were true.

The orcs who can't use magic always have a hint of awe and fear for magic. In their eyes, each human mage is a bomb that can explode at any moment: short-lived and devastating, dangerous and unpredictable.

In preparation for war, he, like many orcs, studied the cultural history of humanity thoroughly, and the more they understood, the more wary they became of people like mages. He knew very well that if a high-level mage really wanted to hide an item, he could seal it in subspace, so that no one on Shijie could find it.

Finding the key fragments is probably more tricky than you think. Even if the human shijie is flattened, the fragments that can't be found still can't be found.

This war will become a futile farce.