Chapter 1626: Transformation in the Battle (31)

That's right, a few hours ago, just before the knockout round of the afternoon Roundtable Trial began, a man dressed in this marvelous outfit appeared in front of Bedeville and the others and called himself "Solar".

This man then took part in the tournament that was supposed to be played by Solal. And looking at this person's intact appearance now, it is estimated that he easily won today's game.

However, when the man unbuttoned his hood in front of Bediwell, revealing his true face hidden in the shadows, Bedivel was shocked to realize that the man's appearance was very different from that of Solaar.

It should be said that this man is too young. He was a young man of eighteen or nineteen, definitely no more than twenty years old. Although Solar's face is not an uncle's face, it has at least experienced wind and frost, and it is too far from this person's appearance.

This person is definitely not Solar, no matter how disguised he is, it is impossible for Soral to change his appearance into this. However, how to explain the demon bracelet on this person's arm? The people of Great Britain are not idiots, and their props can constantly collect data such as the wearer's heartbeat and pulse, and compare them with various data to confirm that the wearer of the demon bracelet is the same person before and after.

Could it be that this person wore Solar's Demon Sealing Bracelet today, appeared in the arena to fight for Solaar, and then perfectly deceived everyone and even the machine's inspection, and completed the game? Is this kind of thing really possible?! The only possibility is that this person and the magic swordsman Solar are very close relatives of blood, because of the high proximity, so the body data can deceive the detection of the British side?

No, let's not mention that, the most important thing right now is-

Bedeville suddenly pulled the tungsten tortoise tongue whip out of his waist, first wrapped around the opponent's arm, and then wrapped around the opponent's neck, and tightened: "Who are you! What the hell did you do to Solar?!"

"Hey, didn't I tell you to stop doing it?

Bediwell gave the woman a blank look, wanting her to be silent. But just as the werewolf youth turned his eyes to look past, Bediwell felt the whip loosen. The young man, who didn't know what to do, broke free from Bedigwell's tungsten tongue whip in an instant and slipped aside.

"I know you have a lot of questions, but now is not the time. The young man posing as Solal suddenly spoke, but his voice was unusually hoarse.

When Bediwell looked over with doubt, the young man had time to untie a voice changer from his neck and say in his original tone, "I'm going to take you somewhere next." When you meet the real Solal, all your questions will be answered. ＂

"Ha, that's a good point. How do I know this is not a trap?" Bediwell still looked at the young man who had pretended to be Solar, "I wonder you murdered Solar, and you pretended to be Solar to trick me. If I go with you like this, the next victim will be my turn?"

"Believe me, I have no reason to do so. "The young man didn't want to argue with Bediwell.

"Well, anyway. Seeing that the argument might drag on for a long time, Kana said a little impatiently, "I introduced this guy to you, and you two haven't fought yet, so my responsibility ends here." It's time for me to go, good luck to you. ＂

"What? but—"

Kana playfully winked at Bediwell, "Big boy, are you going to let me stay with you tonight?"

A blush instantly crossed Bediwell's face, but it was only for a moment: "Again, please respect yourself." ＂

"Huhuhu-huhu-" Kana sneered as she took the opportunity to sneak into the shadows of the room. Not knowing what magic was used, she immediately disappeared without a trace.

"So—" And the young man who had been pretending to be Solal over there also took out a small golden hammer from his bosom and made a small mark on the ground: "Do you want to come along?"

Bediwell, of course, recognized the little hammer, which was supposed to be a token of the dragon hunters, and a tool that Odin often used to forge iron. It also has some sort of teleportation to a specific location, and the young man is now using this teleportation to open a portal on the ground.

Without waiting for Bediwell to say anything, the young man jumped in first.

"Uh-" The portal never closed, but Beddell hesitated to follow suit. If you are left in the homeland of the Norvi dragon hunters, no matter what means of transportation is used, it is estimated that Bedivir will not be able to return to Egypt in two days, right?

"Don't you worry? I can leave this thing to you for safekeeping. However, the young man threw the little golden hammer to Bediwell from the other side of the portal.

The werewolf youth caught it with one hand and held the small golden hammer tightly in his hand. The edge of the portal shrinks, and if you don't jump down, it will disappear. In this way, the young man on the other side who does not have this token will not be able to open the portal again and return to Cairo, and the situation is expected to be very bad.

"Damn it...... Feeling that he was being blackmailed by his feelings, Bediville couldn't help but have blue veins on his forehead. But he gritted his teeth and jumped through the portal.

Whoosh! Crossing is only a matter of moments. Sure enough, Bediwell arrived at the same wonderful hall as before. The walls of this ancient hall are full of ancient dragon martial arts left by the ancestors of the dragon hunter clan, each of which is a fine product, and each of them can be included in the level of divine soldiers.

"Where the hell is Solal?" asked Bediwell, with a displeased face.

The young man ignored Bediville and walked out of the passage.

In desperation, Bediwell had no choice but to follow. As if guarded by some kind of magic, the hall that had been filled with weapons was intact, but as the two of them continued to walk out of the corridor, the surrounding scenery became more and more damaged, and the entire corridor seemed to be shaken by some kind of huge external force and began to disintegrate, Bediwell couldn't help but suspect that this place would collapse at any moment.

Thankfully, the structure of the old building was much stronger than it looked, and the two of them walked about two-thirds of the way through the corridor, which was still unharmed.

The end of the corridor really collapsed, and it seems that it was deliberately done by man. The afternoon sun poured in from between the crevices of the falling boulders, and Bediwell could faintly see the forest that had become a mess outside.

And Solal ...... He was lying next to the landslide, half of his body crushed by the falling stones, and his body was frozen.

"Solal, Solal, wake up!" Bediwell shook the demon swordsman as he went. It was completely useless, only shaking off a little of the ice slag on Solal's face. The werewolf reached out and probed the nostrils of the demon swordsman, and Solal was in a state of suspended animation, his breath was extremely weak, and he could only faintly feel it.

It's terrible. He must be brought out of the weight of the stone at once and sent for treatment. Bediwell didn't know how long the dragon hunters would survive without dying at their limit, but Solal certainly wouldn't be able to last long! The werewolf went over to look at the falling rocks and thought they were in no danger of collapsing further, before trying to dig up the stones. However, these landslides are not just ordinary landslides, the cold wind with humidity blowing in from the snow field outside also freezes everything and freezes the surrounding stones. It seems that the stones must be heated and thawed before the frighteningly heavy boulders removed or pried open in order to get Solar out of the collapse.

In any case, this is not something that Bediville can do alone.

"Come, help me!" said the werewolf youth, turning to the young man.

The young man shook his head: "I don't have enough time, I have to go." ＂

"What?" Bediville was stunned.

"Get some help and dig him up. You'll take care of it. As soon as he finished speaking, the young man suddenly turned into a ray of light, flew out of the cracks in the rocks of the collapse, and disappeared. The demon-sealing bracelet he was wearing also fell to the ground with a clatter, and landed beside Solal.

"Teleportation?" Bediwell snorted. Although he was very upset with the young man who had left everything behind, the other man was gone, and Bediwell could not say anything. The rest was left to Bediville himself.

It's a hassle. More green veins appeared on Bediwell's forehead. But he can't not save the demon swordsman Solal from death, after all, Solal is now in such a field because he sacrificed his life yesterday to get the water of the Lake of Immortality to save Elaine, the white bear. Bediwell is a man with clear grievances and retribution, and since Solal saved his friend Elaine, the werewolf youth feels obligated to save Solal once.

The strange young man probably thought the same way. That's why he came to secretly contact Bediville and asked the werewolf to help save Solar.

But now, more problems have arisen. If it was found that Solal had been lying here all night and had not been there for today's match, the young man's substitution would have been revealed, and Solal would have lost his qualification for the Roundtable Trial. Even among Bediwell's orc companions, not everyone is so forgiving as to forgive this kind of cheating behavior. So no one could tell Beddwell about this, not even Palamides and Segrad. Although Elaine will definitely come over to help without hesitation, Elaine, who is stupid and has an unstable mouth, is really unreliable.

No way. All the people Bediwell knew at the moment could not be his helpers. If you want to find it, the werewolf youth will have to find someone who has nothing to do with the Round Table Trial to help dig it up. But Bediwell has no relatives and no reason in Egypt, so where should he go to find someone to help?-

The werewolf youth thought about it for a while, and suddenly thought of a good way.