1:382 Travels in the Moors (2)

Ten minutes later, the patriarch's house.

"This?" Tutan looked at the medicine bottle, "I don't know, it's not a medicine made by my clan anyway." What is it? It tastes like some kind of seasoning" The potion was filled with a sweet, tempting smell that Tutan almost wanted to try it. However, people who are experienced in making medicines know that it is very dangerous to test drugs without guidance, so they do not dare to try them easily.

Bediwell and Albert looked at each other, not knowing what to do with the bottle of medicine.

Tutan took a puff of dry tobacco into his long pipe, and blew a smoke ring from the elephant's trunk, "Since the merchant gave you the medicine, you can take it." The man had been traveling back and forth in our territory for months, often bringing in the food we needed to survive in exchange for very little medicine.

Although no one will talk about it, we all know in our hearts that he is a great benefactor of our clan. (Yes.) Ryder, this guy, actually came to this kind of place to mess around after being let go by Arthur. Will Ryder, who sees money, also do a loss-making business?)" Patriarch. Bediwell couldn't help but speak, "If I can, I'd like to help you get the medicine." If you are willing to take us in, I can't live here for nothing, I should always help do something. Tutan's expression changed in a complicated way, and he didn't know whether he was happy or worried: "The Marsh is very dangerous, like people who go to collect medicine, they often go and never return, and you will die there if you are not careful." "It's just me who is going. Bediwell said, ignoring Albert's protesting expression.

"Bedi?!" "Your injuries haven't healed yet, don't be reckless." The swamp is full of bacteria, and if you get infected, you're really going to die. Bediwell threw out the pre-prepared haode crookedness.

"Uhh I guess it's not a compliment.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Appearing before Arthur was the third eternal Holy Spirit he was going to challenge, the Throne of Domination.

The Holy Spirit, who was ten feet tall, was flanked by an army of a thousand.

The [Law] possessed by the Seat of Command is the [Military Strength], and a Holy Spirit has the ability to face the enemy out of thin air.

He is the most brave and powerful knight in the history of Pantoraken, and he is also the Knight of the Round Table, Hall, the incarnation of the Holy Spirit. This Knight of the Round Table Hall is also the ancestor of the current Knight of Heaven Grand Duke Hall.

Thousands of ** troops, all of them are strong, all wearing silver-white armor, swords, shields, guns and axes are all silver-white, and the weapons in their hands exude a white light.

The Holy Spirit's Seat of Command held a silver blade, and the silver armor shimmered in the sunlight.

Looking at the Holy Spirit surrounded by thousands of ** troops, Arthur seemed to face Grand Duke Hall again, and seemed to be standing in that chess room again, playing legion chess with Hall.

The only difference is that the other side has a thousand flags, while Arthur himself has only one.

One-to-one thousand and one.

An army of 100,000 shouted and rushed towards Arthur.

The soldiers frantically slashed, stabbed, charged, struck.

Arthur slashed a soldier's head with one hand, and in an instant he fell on his face, the blade of his sword brushing over his head;

Arthur stabbed with a backhand, piercing the chest of the sneak attack soldier behind him, and at the same time leaning to the right, the spear passed half an inch above his left shoulder!

His left hand was not idle, he had already grabbed the dragon dagger and slashed it out, and the flames that were raised burned the heads of the three soldiers at the same time!

Another soldier had already raised his shield and rushed straight at him! Arthur had already grabbed the edge of the shield before he was hit, and a somersault landed behind the soldier, raising his sword and stabbing it deep through his back!

Arthur grabbed the shield and threw it out, and the shield slapped heavily on the forehead of the other soldier, who was still dizzy, and Arthur had already swept the soldier with a sword!

The three soldiers stabbed at the same time, and Arthur rolled towards the enemy, avoiding them all, and at the same time he had already drawn an arc of his sword on the ground, and everywhere the golden arc went, there were soldiers with severed feet!

The Seat of Command had already rushed over, and the greatsword slashed down! Arthur squeezed to the left, knocking away the other soldier and dodging the fatal blow of the greatsword!

He didn't intend to fight the Holy Spirit so quickly, but the other party took the initiative to rush over to his liking, and after blocking the attack of another soldier, Arthur reached out and touched his king's sheath!

He turned his head in anticipation of the Holy Spirit fighting him one-on-one, but he miscalculated.

The "Holy Spirit" is also completely annihilated, it is not the Holy Spirit, it just seems to be another flag of the Holy Spirit!

Countless white rays of light fell from the sky, and soon an army of a thousand more was conjured.

Arthur looked up and saw the real [Seat of Dominion] in the air: a giant puppeteer floating in mid-air!

It had a thousand hands, each of which was manipulating the group of soldiers on the ground. The puppeteer's hands move swiftly, and the puppet soldiers reproduce the movements of various attacks in a subtle way!

Arthur spread his wings and soared into the sky. The soldiers on the ground also spread their wings and chased their targets in the sky.

Facing an army of a thousand in mid-air is undoubtedly extremely disadvantageous. Arthur has to face three-dimensional, attacks from any direction, and he, moving with only his wings, is not as agile as he is when he moves on the ground!

Sooner or later, he will be surrounded by an army of a thousand, and Arthur has no time to hesitate!

Swords and swords collide with each other, and blades are entangled with blades. The elite knight with the greatsword stood in front of Arthur!

A dozen soldiers also followed closely behind Arthur and would soon arrive.

Arthur didn't have time to entangle with the elite knights, so he drew a sword to force the knights back, and immediately took advantage of this gap to rush towards the Holy Spirit Puppeteer!

However, a drum of Liliang dragged Arthur. The elite knight reached out and grabbed one of Arthur's wings, stopping Arthur from moving on!

Arthur slashed backhanded, severed one of his wings with his dagger, and used the remaining kinetic energy to rush straight at the Holy Spirit! He rushed at the Holy Spirit and launched a fatal blow, a sword piercing the Holy Spirit in the chest!

Countless soldiers followed closely behind Arthur, unleashing countless swords, spears and swords. But the knight had already grasped the king's sheath and blocked it with his backhand! The golden light exploded again, [Spellbreaker] annihilated all the soldiers, and the unfurled griffin shield blocked all attacks!

After dealing with the offensive behind him, Arthur turned to deal with the Holy Spirit. Ignoring the countless giant palms swept at him by the Holy Spirit, he unleashed the giant blade of the Sword of the Holy King! When the giant palm arrived, he was about to slap Arthur into meat sauce, but Arthur opened his griffin shield and instantly covered himself, deflecting all the giant palm attacks of the Holy Spirit!

After dodging a wave of attacks, Arthur raised a massive three-hundred-foot-long blade of light, swept and slashed, slashed, slashed, slashed, and slashed with several swords, slicing the Holy Spirit into dozens of pieces!

The Holy Spirit was badly damaged and scattered on the ground! Arthur thought that this time was finally over, and was expecting the falling Holy Spirit to turn into white light, but a large piece of flesh was suddenly cut off from his right shoulder!

"Whew what?!" Arthur looked up in surprise.

From the location of the scattered heart of the Holy Spirit, run out of a knight!

The real body, the white-armored knight, jumped out of his toy and swung a sharp sword whip with countless blades that could be stretched out at will—at Arthur!

Arthur suffered a loss, but of course he won't be fooled again!, dodging the attack of the sword whip, he stepped on the falling puppeteer shards and landed on the ground. The Holy Spirit Knight followed, and the sword whip swept towards Arthur's waist!

Arthur did a backflip as soon as he landed, dodging the sword of the sword whip while also extending his sword of the Holy King. The sword whip hit the blade of the Sword of the Holy King, entangled with the Holy Sword!

Arthur backsomeraded to the ground, and at the same time swung the sword of the Holy King forward! The holy sword, which was entangled with the sword whip, dragged the Holy Spirit and threw it into the air!

"You're not the only one who can manipulate the puppet!" the knight rushed forward, and before the Holy Spirit could hit the ground, his two swords came out together, and pierced into the Holy Spirit's chest firmly!

Whoop - this time it really won. The Holy Spirit didn't even wail, and its body quickly disintegrated, turning into countless white lights that began to scatter in the air.

Arthur put away his sword and watched with trepidation as the Holy Spirit changed next. He prayed that the Holy Spirit would not run into his left shoulder again.

The Holy Spirit heard Arthur's pleading, and sure enough, he did not run into Arthur's left shoulder—

But the Holy Spirit didn't honestly run into Arthur's scabbard either.

It mischievously burrowed through the wound in Arthur's right shoulder!-

[God] is always a deceitful man.

"Ahh The scenery in front of him changed at the same time, and he immediately returned to the cemetery of the Avalonian Pure Land.

"Mmmm The girl was dumbfounded.

"Greenway?!" Arthur urged, and if it didn't hurt any more, he felt like he was going to die of pain all over his body*!

(*Note: When stimulated by severe pain, people may indeed experience cerebral hemorrhage and rupture of blood vessels.) The girl took out the potion and quickly injected it into the knight's arms.

"Woo" As the medicine entered his body, the pain lessened slightly, and Arthur breathed a sigh of relief: "Next" He fainted in Greenway's arms.

At night, the territory of the Turkic (elephant people).

Bediwell looked at the berries in the pot.

The Elephant Patriarch Tutan also said that these swampberries need to be heated for a long time to completely break down the toxins. But the werewolf boy didn't know that these things had to be cooked thoroughly, and they were so troublesome.

He watched the constant ups and downs in the pot, the berries with red foam, and couldn't help but lose his appetite for a while. It's not good food by any means. It's like a hellish life for people to live on this. Compared to the tasteless scones that the tigers eat, this thing is ten million times worse.

"Since this thing needs to be heated in a pot for a long time," Albert on the side couldn't help but ask, "So, what if there is no water, or no firewood?" "Hehe," Tutan sneered, "yes, why half? Fortunately, this thing will not rot for a long time, so I can only dry it and store it, and wait for water and fire before eating." "That is, even if there is food, there is no way to cook it, and you have to go hungry.

"Of course, some villains really can't stand it, and if they eat it directly," the elephant man smiled bitterly, "it's a big deal to die." "Of course, there are also people who don't want to live and suffer, and would rather die than rest.

Bediville has seen quite a bit of hell lately. The hell that is happening, that can be seen, and the hell that has happened, can only be imagined. There are countless such hells in the dark realms, each one of which is dark, and the souls in it are tormented.

He pondered, and even the bowl of berry porridge Tutan handed him almost overturned. Shocked, he stepped down with both hands together, held it carefully, and took a sip.

Sure enough, this thing was sour and unpalatable, like drinking a potion.

Albert, on the other hand, ate very appetizingly, and poured the bowl of water-like stuff into his stomach. Bediwell couldn't help but wonder if the little tiger was not tasteless.

"When you're full, go to sleep. You are going to collect medicine tomorrow, so you must have a good rest and refresh your spirits. Tutan admonished.

Seeing that the other party was so solemn, Bedi knew that it was not a joke, and hurriedly poured the potion-like berry porridge into his stomach. The horrible sour taste almost stunned him.

Late at night. In a small room dug out of a tree hole, two teenagers sleep on the floor, sharing the only broken blanket they have on a cold winter night.

Berry porridge, although it tastes terrible, has the effect of strengthening the body. Bediwell felt so energetic that he couldn't sleep at all. He and Al were back to back, and they could feel the warmth coming from each other.

"Al, are you asleep?" he asked softly.

The tiger boy did not answer. Bedi didn't know if the other party was really asleep or angry with himself, and deliberately didn't answer.

"Al, I'm sorry for today's incident. But, as you know, your wounds haven't healed yet, and Patriarch Tutan said that the Everglades is a very dangerous place—" "And you still don't believe me. Albert said, "Everybody treats me like a wreck, like garbage, like a piece of meat to be fed to the beasts—" "I don't—" "Say no more." I can't help you, that's a fact. Albert whispered, "At least, don't let me interfere with your rest, go to sleep quickly." Bediwell wanted to say something, but Albert had already curled up and buried his head in a pillow made of chaff. He wasn't going to listen to Bediwell anymore.

Bedi sighed. He just wants to protect Al and wait for the right moment to get everyone out of danger. I didn't expect this to hurt Albert's feelings as well.

Albert's mind is fragile right now. Knowing that he had been abandoned by his father, his heart began to slowly crumble.

Bedwell wanted to repair his friend's heart, but he was too clumsy to do so, for fear that if he made a mistake, he would completely break Albert's heart.

With annoyance and uneasiness, he forced himself to sleep.