Chapter 240: Will be in the fate (middle)

Chapter 240 will be in the fate
When Arthur woke up, it was already the night of Elison Pure Land. He dragged his painful body up and looked at the phone.
It took more than two days for the time outside, but Ellison had three days and two thirds. (The first day Arthur came to Elysée was the evening, which was roughly counted as a day)
Elison’s [one day] is only eighteen hours, and nine hours alternately staying up late.
This piece of pure land is not only less gravity than the earth, but even less than a day.
why? The elves have created such a subspace and made it a world that is not old or dead. Is it necessary to make so many changes? Such a large change in the law of cause and effect, is there not a lot of photons needed to maintain this subspace?
Still, what is the fundamental thing that Arthur has always neglected?
He endured the pain of the body and climbed out of bed. The bones seemed to be so painful that they couldn't be broken. Although the wounds had already healed, the pain still remained in the depths of Arthur.
He looked at the dying red fire dragon comet. The guy seems to need more time to regenerate the broken limbs, and now he is stunned on a soft mat. On the side of the hoarfrost, Long Xianvia looked at it quietly.
Arthur went outside, and Baishuanglong saw it and suddenly said, "You are not going to say anything?"
"No." Arthur. He thought about trouble and less, he thought.
"The ruthless guy." Xianvia Road. Although Arthur said no matter what, the dragon said to himself: "Do you know why the dragons like their close relatives? They are relatives, but they always kill you."
"Because you are all idiots with excess self-awareness," Arthur accused.
"No." Baishuang Long Xianwei fell down and covered his body with wings, like a quilt. "Because we can't stand each other's breath. Probably to prevent the dragons from mate, the more pedigree The closer the relatives, the more they can feel the other's [smelly] taste. If the parents are okay, if they are brothers and sisters, the breath of the other party will become unbearable.
I and the comet don't want to get along with each other. It's just that we can't stand each other's breath and can't stand the [smelly] smell on the other side. When we stay together, we can't help but want to fight. "
"Oh, isn't it?" Arthur's face put on a pair of disapproving.
"You also have the same annoying breath, Arthur." White Frost Longdao, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Arthur, as if he was going to have an insight into the blood of the knight. "The father is right, you really have a father." The blood. Although the bloodline is already very thin, the nasty breath is still lingering. This is why I hate you so much."
This guy really overheard the conversation between Arthur and the Dragon Titans.
Arthur shrugged: "So I hate me, and I have to work together. It’s really hard for you."
"The comet must have the same hate for you." Xianvia said, "He must also feel that there is something similar to him in his lineage."
Arthur was silent.
"The comet is not a wild species, this is certain." Bai Shoulong said paranoidly. "Even if the father says he is a wild species, I will never believe it. Because --"
"I am convinced that the mother will never be unfaithful to the father. Even if she is alienated by her father, she never gives up and loves him."
"Senvia"
"Now, there may be a bit of cliché in this." Sinvia whispered, "But, just as I love my mother, no matter how arrogant this arrogant guy is, arrogant, stupid, rude, clumsy, vulgar, and let People hate the [smelly] taste but I have never given up this brother.
So, Arthur, don't do anything to hurt the comet. If you hurt him - I won't let you go. "
No matter how annoying the other, they are still brothers.
Arthur once thought that the dragons were ruthless lizards. He thought that these behemoths were selfish, greedy and violent. But recently, his thoughts on the dragon began to change.
Dragons are not much better than humans, and they are no worse than humans. Human beings only use various prejudices to understand alien creatures, and put a single [pronoun] on these creatures.
Humans have never really understood the world.
At the same time, the arsenal of the Elven King.
About 100,000 weapons were placed in this huge arsenal. These weapons are hand-made by the elves one by one, and each piece is elegant and beautiful in use, and each piece is a great success.
They are made of magical materials and are light, hard and flexible. Although they are all physical weapons, compared with the lightsaber used by modern humans, they are a bit outdated, but they are delicately attached to the magic, and each weapon is powerful.
However, Bedieville is not satisfied.
"Well, what?" Tristan asked.
"No." Bedyville waved a silver sword in the trial room. The elf's sword is flying out to draw a beautiful silver arc, anyway, crisp and sweet sound. This carefully crafted sacred soldier could have made Bediville feel very excited. However, what he is pursuing now is not such a thing.
Merlin said that to deal with dark infected creatures, you need to use high-frequency vibration or high-heat weapons. The werewolf teenager is looking for these two kinds of magic weapons, or have such enchanted weapons.
The fisherman prince always judges the strength of the weapon with the appearance of the weapon. He sends one piece of finely crafted weapon to Bedyville's hand and lets the werewolf teenager test the weapon. After trying about three hundred weapons, Bediville finally couldn't help it: "Tristan, don't pick it, let me pick it myself."
auzw.com Tristan is unhappy: "Do you not believe my vision? You must be the sword, this sword must be what you want, give it a try!"
"The weapons you brought are really good weapons. Each of them is a work of elves. But what we are looking for now is a weapon that can deal with the dark creatures! It is a sharp sword, far away. not enough."
"Oh, even if you say this." Tristan frowned, grievously covering his mouth. "When light looks from the outside, how can you see what enchantment on the weapon?"
Bedieville didn't know what Tristan was going to spit. They don't have the ability to predict, they don't take every weapon in their hands, and they can't know the capabilities of these weapons.
But he is not convinced, he feels that instead of letting Tristan pick, it is better to pick and see, try his own luck.
"Let me pick a look." Bedieville walked out of the trial room and came to the vast space of the arsenal.
The elegant light of the elf's arsenal shines through every weapon of the gods here. Tens of thousands of soldiers were neatly arranged on their respective shelves, and they were cold under the lights.
It is sculpted, dazzling, mysterious and dazzling. Picking one of the tens of thousands of weapons is like finding a needle in a haystack.
Bedieville can only believe in his instincts.
He stepped in the arsenal and gradually came to the face of an ancient weapon.
An ancient bow.
It is very different from the elves' intricately crafted weapons. This black-black surface of the bow does not have much engraving. It is like a wooden bow carved out of ancient ebony, but Bediville knows that the material of this thing is completely different.
It is not engraved, not because the elves do not bother to deal with such rough weapons. But because it is so hard, the elves have no way to process the bow.
This bow already existed before the elves existed in the world. It is a sacred soldier left over from the mythology.
Bedyville vaguely felt a sense of familiarity!
Was this something that belonged to him? !
How is it possible, don't be kidding.
"Do you want such an ugly bow?" Tristan walked over and looked at the weapon that Bedieville was watching. Such a fascinating thing, the weapon in this arsenal, Cui Stan pick, will definitely put this weapon in the end to pick. This bow is too far from the aesthetics of the fisherman prince.
"Try it, why not." Bedieville walked over and took the bow. When his hand touched the bow, there was a sense of familiarity. He concentrated on the idea, put aside the idea and took the bow to the trial room.
The elves' weapons testing rooms have been reinforced by a lot of magic, and they use a variety of powerful weapons that do not affect the building. Bediville then raised his bow and planned to shoot an arrow.
The bow does not have a string. It is lifted by the user, and when the user's intention of the attack is sensed, the string of photons appears between the fingers of Bedyville.
The bow does not have an arrow. When it is opened by the user, it gathers a large number of photons in the environment, and then concatenates them in an enchantment to form a shape of a light arrow.
This and Bettiville's transformation of the lightsaber, using the lightsaber's mirror to make light arrows, and then using the string impact mirror to produce photon explosions, and finally shooting the light arrows wrapped with enchantment, the same is true.
The light arrows that are emitted will degenerate in a short period of time, which determines the poor range of the light arrows. The light arrows that Bediville had previously modified had an effective range of only about 12 yards.
This bow, although similar in principle, makes Bedieville feel a little different.
The bow is very tight! And when the werewolf teenager kept the bowing position, the bow became tighter and tighter! It’s like, taking all the power of Bediville away!
This bow is full of surprises! Does it swallow the user's physical strength? !
Bettyville, who was taken aback, had a loose hand and the bow and arrow came out.
The light arrow did not fly out, but disappeared in the first place in front of the werewolf boy, instantly converted into a huge shock wave, hitting the ground and hitting it!
Bang! ! The shock wave hit the weapon test room and made a low muffled sound. The test room, which was protected by the magic, was so simple that it was blown up by a big hole! !
"Hey," Bedieville got up from the rubble, and he looked incredulously at the cracked walls around him.
"Damn!" Tristan slammed into the wolf boy, but kept cursing in his mouth. "I told you [try the bow], didn't call you [put the test room apart]! You are crazy Are you?! Are you not afraid of hurting yourself, little fool?!"
"Sorry, I didn't think of it." Bedieville looked at the worries of his friend's face. He swallowed his mouth and felt weak.
"This bow absorbs photons from me." He understood the principle of the bow. "I didn't expect it to be so destructive."
"Is this the weapon you want?" Tristan asked. "I won't let you try more weapons. You should lie down and wait for your body to recover."
"Well," Biddyville yelled. "This bow is just fine. It's going to be."
The shock wave emitted by the magic bow is very similar to the wind pressure bomb of the Cuifeng dragon, but the impact is very concentrated, and therefore it is ten times stronger than the wind pressure bomb. This is a powerful physical shock that hits the biological body enough to make a huge high-frequency shock. In fact, such a powerful shock wave can directly smash the target.
Attack power is unquestionable. The only problem is that the bow absorbs physical strength (photons) from the user, so the number of shots that can be shot out over a period of time is limited. Strong and strong like an orc like Bediville, want to continuously launch the vacuum wave of the magic bow in a short time, it will quickly faint.
Bedieville didn't know why he knew the principle of the bow so much. In short, he was clear. While he got the bow, Kama (destiny) told him everything.