Chapter 2105: Desolation at dawn (37)

Chapter 2105, Desolation at dawn (37)
At the same time, within the Turkic territory.
An iron rider flies in the night sky, and the three engines at the end of the tail are simultaneously ejecting the tail flame, with a light blue light. The simultaneous launch of the three engines is three times the speed of a normal iron ride under normal conditions, and how fast it can be imagined. And Bediville is still directly from the Red Sea, not far from the Red Sea to the Turkic Great Marsh.
The former Werewolf youth also had scruples and did not dare to use the three-engine acceleration at the same time. But the night is getting darker, and he is also heading east, and there will be an hour's time difference when crossing the time zone. Bediville knows that people are a clan who wakes up early and that a curfew is imposed after a certain period of time in the evening. If he drives the iron ride to arrive at the abrupt Ankara in the late evening, or arrives in the state of riding an iron ride, his actions will surely irritate people. At that time, I was not very good at talking. So he used the three engines at full speed from the beginning, and the goal was to arrive in Ankara before 8 o'clock in the evening.
In fact, his fears are completely redundant. The propulsion of the three-engine iron ride is stronger than he imagined, and it is so powerful that the acceleration almost burdens his internal organs. The Werewolf youth has been cruel and has been persevering. It is hard to bear the speed of the iron ride, which is easy to break through. It took him about an hour to get from Cairo to the suburbs of Ankara. At this time, Bedieville has slowed down the speed of the iron ride, and in the same way, to avoid irritating people.
The scenery here is similar to that of Bediville. There are not many changes in the village built in the giant wood forest. After all, people use the trunk to build the house. All rely on the bounty of nature. Their buildings can It is a strange thing that there has been a big change in these years.
Under the giant wood forest is a huge swamp, of course, the iron ride can not land in that place. It was easy to find a huge open space in the giant wood forest that was emptied out, which can be used as a ride for him. This so-called air is actually the trunk of a towering ancient wood that has already died, being staggered into a stump. The dense annual ring is clearly visible, showing that the original owner of this stump is at least a tens of thousands of old trees. No one knows what kind of magical techniques people use to cut such huge towering trees, and no one knows how people have polished the remaining stumps of the cross-cut ancient wood into a huge platform. . People only know that this thing exists.
After Bedieville stopped the iron ride, the guards of the Terran have been surrounded by fire. The elephant giant who took the lead just asked, "Who is visiting Ankara in this late night? What is your intention to visit?"
"My name is Bedieville, a friend of Saifel and Segred." Biddeville took the recommendation letter from his arms and also took out a small dagger in the sheath and handed it to the other party: "And I There is a believer who wants to give it to you."
"Oh?" The lead-in-the-head, the giant man, Betteville's recommendation letter and the dagger. The recommendation letter does not open to see if you don't know the content, and like people pay more attention to actual actions than the rhetoric, the recommendation letter can be used for any purpose. It was the small dagger that shocked the elephant giant. He sighed and immediately turned and left: "Wait here, I will be back soon."
Bediwell nodded and waited patiently.
Like people's size, the action should be as slow as their body shape. However, this is not the case. The speed of the elephant guard is very fast. After returning from the incident, it only took less than ten minutes.
"Come with me. The elders want to see you."
"Of course. My vehicle ------" Biddeville asked at the same time as he went up.
"We will take responsibility for transporting your iron ride to a place where you can shelter from the wind and rain."
"That would be better." The werewolf youth replied calmly.
After another ten minutes, Bediville was arranged to wait in front of a large tree house. He knew that this tree house, which looks like a simple structure but was reinforced with the strongest wooden support, is the great elder. Tutan's room. It’s probably not seen in seven years, and Biddiville is a bit skeptical that Tutan is old and confused. However, as people have long lived, and perhaps Bedyville's doubts are totally unreasonable, the current Tutan is exactly the same as the Tutan elders seven years ago. But no matter what, the people of the whole world have forgotten the existence of Bediville because of the influence of the [fourth miracle], even if the elders are no exception, it is impossible for Tutan to recognize Bediville. The great elder Tutan that Bediville will see next is basically a stranger to the werewolf youth.
"Come in." The voice of Tutan came from the tree house: "The guards are going down, there is no need to be guarded by you. This is not the courtesy of the Turks to welcome the family."
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Bedieville did not say anything, silently waiting for other elephant guards to come out of the tree house, and then he himself walked into the tree house. In fact, only the first half of the tree house was built with wooden planks and other structures. The real part of the house was directly hollowed out on the trunk of the towering ancient wood in the tortoise, and was built after the treatment of insects and moisture. Ancient wood is very strong, and these towering ancient trees are still alive, and their trunks can be kept in motion even under the weight of people, which is very suitable for these large orcs. Just inside the well-kept tree house, like the elders of Tutan, smoking a dry smoke, while carefully measuring the small dagger that Beddyville submitted to play with.
The entire room was surrounded by smoke from the smoke. The two holes that were dug out directly on the trunk as windows were too small to be used for ventilation and ventilation. Therefore, the smoke in the room dissipated much more slowly than the accumulation. This room became the present. The smog is filled. Like people who love to smoke, whether they are hookah or dry smoke, they all smoke, but their preference seems to be more smoke. Because in the humid and mosquito-rich areas of the large moor, smoking is not just for the pleasure of themselves, but also for the home to provide extra benefits for mosquitoes.
"Interesting, very interesting." Elder Tutan did not react after seeing Bedieville, still lying in the original position. He did have to take the small dagger to the side of the fire plate and watch it carefully, watching the light reflected from the special dagger.
"Do you have a dagger made of Hydra teeth? This is a token that people get from the adult rites. And the most interesting thing is that this dagger comes out of his own hands." Tutan said slowly, the tone was gentle, and he smoked. The speed of smoke from the dry smoke is exactly the same.
"Oh, are you so sure of the elders?" Bettiville deliberately asked.
"Of course." Tutan poked a small dent on the position of the head of the Hydra's tooth with the finger near the handle: "This dent is the mark that I deliberately left for my work. The method of writing this mark Only I know that no one in the world can imitate except me. It is enough to prove that this dagger is my creation."
The elders shook the rod of the dry smoke on the fire plate, let the burnt ashes fall on the fire plate, then he sat up and looked at Bediville seriously: "The Eskimo Young man. You said you called Bediville, right?"
The Werewolf Youth nodded.
"It’s weird. It’s weird.
The elders put Bettiville’s dagger’s income in the sheath, and thought about it:
How many years have it been. I last made this kind of token for the young people who passed the rite of passage. It’s at least seven years ago. Seven years ago. It was a wonderful year. In that year, a young man, an underage tiger, came to the tortoise. He said he wanted to stay. Living here. According to the regulations, he participated in the adulthood of our Turks. He defeated the swamp Hydra alone, we worship him as a warrior, allowed him to join the Turk, and admitted that he is an adult elephant. .
Yeah. It should be that time.
It is rare for me to make a token for the young people who passed the rite of rites, and still make a token for a foreigner. When he took the token in his hand, he was part of our sudden elephant, a family. "
Tutan took another smog and continued: "But it's weird. [The creed] should only be made one. After all, only the only murderous (Tiger) family of young people through the rite of passage. But According to the remains of the Hydra, the finest Hydra teeth that were used were much less. That is to say, at least one snake tooth was used and made [letter]. This incident has always been an unsolved mystery in the village. Some people say that they have stolen the snakes and their pockets, but after a long period of investigation, we found that everyone in the village is innocent."
The patriarch looked at the werewolf youth: "According to the conclusion of the investigation, the prisoners who had stolen a large number of snake teeth in the past were estimated to be foreigners. It was possible to let a foreigner of unknown origin steal from the village. Valuable weapon material, this matter will become a shame for the village, so since that investigation, everyone has never talked about it. But it is strange, Mr. Bedieville.
If the despicable foreigner is just [stolen] the snake head of the Hydra, the material that was stolen is only the state of the material, and it can never be the form after being processed. However, from the current situation, the dagger in my hand has been processed, and I have personally processed it to make it a standard [letter]. Its shape is slightly different from the one I gave to the little tiger. I believe they are not the same. That's even more weird. Because I have not processed more than a [letter] memory. This is the [letter] that seems to have been stolen, but has been processed by my hand. Where did it come from? Can you explain it? "
"Even if I said it, you won't believe it." Bedieville smiled bitterly.
"Yes." The elder suddenly pointed to Biddeville with a dagger: "It's suspicious. It's too suspicious! Maybe I should have ordered you to ban you and torture them, so that you can spit out your secrets?"
Beddyville did not ban the force and tightened his fist, and a cold sweat appeared in the forehead.