Chapter 2107: Desolation at dawn (39)

Chapter 2107, The Destruction of Dawn (39)
The name that Beddyville screamed and exclaimed was "Lawrence."
Lawrence, of course, does not mean the spellmaster Lawrence ------ that guy has tossed all day, and now he is too tired to die, it is estimated that he is sleeping in his room in the Dawning, and the sky is falling. Will not wake up.
This Lawrence, called by Bedieville, is the little brother of the little Lawrence, the brother of Lawrence. Or, in order to distinguish, Bedieville will call this little Lawrence Eric.
"Why? Why did you appear in this place?!" The Werewolf youth saw the cricket Eric, just like a ghost-like chaos. It is no wonder that, after all, he is now in a violent moor, obviously surrounded by a group of elephants, surrounded by things like people, to do things like people want him to do. Who would have thought that in a territory like people, Bedieville would still encounter human beings, and still be acquainted?
"What, I can't be in this kind of place?" Celebrity Eric asked with a blank expression: "I came to investigate something awkwardly. However, these sudden people did not let me run around in the moor. I want to participate in their ghost rites before I admit that I am a part of them. Ok, let's join, but they also want me to bring a witness to the road, and it is still a guy like you. I am also very dissatisfied. ""
"No... it should be said that the Tutan chief is really wide-minded, and you are letting this kind of human being participate in the adulthood of their family..." Biddyville said, "It won't be anyone." Participate in the rite of passage. As long as it is strong enough, it will be recognized by the people of Turkic?"
"I still want to ask, what trick did you use? It was so simple that you got the trust of the Tutan chief, so that when he first met, he gave you the freedom to move around in the abrupt marsh."
"Well, I have my own way." Bediwell nodded.
"Own method? Unbelievable!" This answer made Eric quite angry. It is estimated that this guy has been suffering a lot from the human race for a few days: "These days I followed people like to pick medicine, in the mud. I used to climb and roll, do repairing the house and other rough work, and the drugs that are smothered and dying are almost smoky. I have done so much, I have suffered so much, and I have just achieved the most basic trust. You just got the trust of the patriarch when you first met, and I risked my life in the middle of the night to take you into the moor? You said that you didn't use any strange spells, I won't believe it!"
"Well, don't worry," Betdivil smiled funny. "You have experienced these things. I have basically experienced them. It's just a matter of chronological order. ------ Then you really are [just happening] I met me here? Hey. I always feel suspicious. It will not be known from the beginning that I will come to the big moor, so I will step into the Turks to set the way."
"Why should I set you up?" Celebrity Eric looked unhappy and asked: "I came to Turkic because I heard a rumor that someone in Great Britain was conducting a study on the Turtle to the Great. The study seems to be related to the passage of the universe. I think that research is the study of the magicians in order to reach [the outside of the string]. So I came."
"Is it true? Didn't you inquire about my plan from your brother?" Biddyville asked.
"I have never seen that guy in the past few days." Eric replied with a slap in the face: "And have you told people everywhere before your plan? It’s as if my message is well-informed, and I’m still working here. Are you ambushing in order to get your good feelings so that I can get on your boat?"
Bedyville was silent.
It seems to be right. Bediville was preparing to come to the big marsh. It was a plan of a day ago. Before that, he did not mention it to anyone. It was just talking to Saifei last night about the preparation of the iron engine. Even if Lawrence knew this, it was only known last night that he could not inform his brother in such a short period of time that Eric was waiting for Bediville. What's more, the cricket Eric seems to have been staying on the abundance of the moor for several days.
"Well, let me believe you first." Bedyville shrugged.
"Nothing is worth it. It's really rude." The cricket Eric was still unhappy. He kicked a wooden bucket next to him, and the sound of a viscous liquid flowed inside the barrel, and it was very Heavy: "I am going to go to the big moor, you put this ointment on your body. You must fill the whole body, don't leave a dead end. The moorland has recently suffered from mosquitoes and leeches. These disgusting things are infecting a very A terrible fever, if you don't do enough protection, you will enter the big moor, and when you get a fever, you will be screaming."
"Understood." Biddeville glanced into the barrel, which contained a dark green oily liquid that was very viscous and was estimated to be waterproof. Applying this to the body is estimated to make the werewolf youth uncomfortable. However, people are experts in herbal medicine. Although the ointments they produce are not good enough, the efficacy is at least reassuring.
"I have to paint this, it takes a little time. I am going to prepare in the next room. After you get it, come over and look for me." Coach Eric turned and walked out.
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"Oh, wait," Biddyville called Eric. "Does this have to be covered in every corner of the body? What to do on the back, what can't be done in some places?"
"Who knows! I want to find a way!" The strategist Eric slammed into a sentence and turned and left.
Twenty minutes later.
"Um..." Biddyville hesitated to dig up the last ointment from the barrel and smear it on his butt. After smearing it, he shuddered, and the cold and greasy feeling touched his part, especially uncomfortable. Despite this, he put on his crotch, a bit of a broken can, letting the cloth and varnish of the clothes stick together, and almost completely turned into a green crotch, so it sticks to his crotch... so disgusting.
It took him twenty minutes after he applied the ointment-like potion. Some of the ointment began to oxidize and dry, but they didn't completely dry out, but made Bediville's body sticky, the wolf on his body. Mao has become a wet answer, and it is extremely uncomfortable.
In order to be less uncomfortable, he stripped his coat, wearing only a pair of pants and carrying his tactical belt (there were several armed arms in the pockets of several subspaces above), and he intended to enter the swamp.
"Hey. It’s really green and shiny." Little Lawrence seemed to be one step ahead of Bedieville and came over to find the werewolf youth. Seeing the honor of Bedieville, Eric gave a scornful smile: "What, do you think that no one in the big manure sees your ugliness, you don't have to wear clothes?"
"But you are not much better than me." Bettiville looked at Eric's dear, the guy covered in green anointing, and the skin looked like a frog skin. Eric didn't wear a shirt, but he wore special shorts. His legs were probably only on his knees, and there was a rubber band at that position. Bedieville remembers that the trousers should be the kind of harem pants or something. This design is also very common in Egypt. The design of the trousers on the trousers prevents the sand from flowing back into the crotch from under the knee. It will not hinder the action of the wearer. Now the situation is changed to the big moor, it should be the same reason, the design of the cuffs on the trouser legs can block the mud in the swamp.
However, they have already been covered with this kind of insect-proof and waterproof green ointment, and the swamp mud will not stick to the body. Eric will wear this pair of trousers a little more. It is like normal behavior of people to know that they don’t wear clothes or wear very little clothes into the moor. Elephants usually wear very little, just cover important parts. This aspect is related to the hot and humid climate of the moorland, and on the other hand, it is related to the fact that people are large and difficult to make clothes.
"It's worth it." Eric whited Bideville and saw that the Werewolf youth had already made up his mind, and he no longer intended to stop Biddiville: "Since you are ready, let us go."
"Let's wait." Biddiville wrapped a strip of green plaster on his head. Because there is no way to apply anointing on the inside of his wolf's ear, this method can only be used to temporarily protect the ear, lest the mosquitoes fly in and blood in the place where the inside of his ear is not coated with ointment.
"Isn't this necessary to reduce the sensitivity of the hearing?" Eric saw that Bettiville's ears were almost blocked by the cloth, and he couldn't help but ask.
"It’s better than having a fever." Bettiville didn't care. That is, using a cloth strip to wrap his wolf's ear, his hearing is still more sensitive than normal...some. In the large moor, the sense of hearing does not allow Bedieville to avoid the real danger. Instead, he took a tungsten tortoise whip and other weapons, and it was safer to use that. So it’s no longer a matter of tying your ears to reduce the sensitivity of hearing.
"My God." When the two came to the entrance to the village, the elephants who were responsible for guarding the entrance to the village saw Bediville, who was wearing a pair of pants, and couldn't help but whispered: "At least put your pants on." "
"You have too much idleness." Bedieville said unhappy.
"So, good luck to you." The elephant guards at the entrance to the village opened the iron gate. Beyond the iron gate, along the huge roots of the towering ancient woods, it is a road that leads to the vast marshes.
"I have to explain the words first," said Eric Eric, who had just left the village and said with utmost urgency: "Although I am your guide, you are only at best to be a witness to my [adult]. So my [Adult] priority, I must first deal with the guy who must deal with, and then accompany you to find someone in the big marsh. You must agree to this condition, we can start."
"Right, of course, agree, you like it." The werewolf youth replied perfunctorily.
"Let's go." Eric went out one step at a time.
Bedieville did not think much about taking the first step and marching toward the uneasy abrupt moor in the darkness.