Chapter 2147: Desolation at dawn (seventy-nine)

Chapter 2147 &nbp;&nbp; annihilation at dawn & nbp; (seventy-nine)
"Hahaha, is this the reason why you landed on your face and squatted in the mud in the village?"
About thirty minutes later, Turkic patriarch Tutan looked at Bedyville, who was covered in muddy face, laughing in a humble way.
"Oh...!" The werewolf youth looked angry and could not wait to kill all the people present. But he calmly calmed down, picked up other towels like the ones he had prepared for him, wiped his face and wiped the dirt off his face. The towel is soaked in hot water and has a refreshing medicinal taste. It doesn't feel too bad.
"So, as a witness, you witnessed the warrior's rite of rite, how is his performance?" Tutan spoke with a smoke ring and asked Bediwell.
"It's awful." The werewolf youth glanced at the sergeant Eric behind him. "This is not what I did, I know that I have been hiding in Tibet. I have to go out and clean up the swamp crocodile."
Of course, he said it was a lie, and it was a joke that he was saying on the air. This is not the public vengeance of the communique, deliberately retaliating against Eric, absolutely not.
"Yes? Very good." The head of the patriarch nodded to Eric and joked: "It is the success of the great warrior to use others skillfully. You are qualified. From today you are the one of the Turks. Congratulations."
"Wait, what?!" Bettiville protested: "It's incredible!"
Although they knew that they were teasing each other, Tutan still pretended to be a serious look to Eric: "What are you going to do next? You have got the freedom to move unrestrictedly in the Turtle. Although I don't recommend that you get into the magical environment of the big marsh, those places are too dangerous."
"No, the information I need to know has already been heard. There are other things to do, and I will return to Egypt first." Eric replied: "I plan to take the iron ride of this guy back."
"Hey! I haven't agreed yet!" Biddyville yelled.
"Just take a ride, use it so stingy." Eric showed a cheeky face.
"It is true that the Turks are supposed to take care of each other." Even the Tutan chiefs deliberately shunned Bediville.
"嗷嗷嗷嗷嗷嗷------" The werewolf youth was so angry that he muttered.
"Then let's go." Eric got up from the mat and was about to leave.
"Oh, yes. This is for you." Before the departure of Bedieville, the Tutan chief threw one thing to the werewolf youth.
"This is?" Biddiwell took the thing. The wooden bottle that is well sealed should be filled with some kind of potion, but the amount is really small, probably only enough to drink. The bottle itself is not as big as a palm, and the amount of potion inside can be imagined.
"It’s just some inconspicuous wounds. The letter that the little leopard wrote to me didn’t mention the finals of the roundtable trials that you are going to take now. Then bring this spare. Maybe who can save? A life."
It turned out to be the case. Although the patriarch underestimated that "this medicine may save lives," its actual effect is certainly not so simple. It’s hard to say that this is the sequel to the esoteric biography of the Terran?
Bediville has heard about this before. He has been living in Turkic for some time. How could he not hear the rumors of the elixir? But like people never let him see it for himself. I have been to the real thing of this elixir. It is said that the medicine needed to prepare the elixir can be difficult to find. It is in the deepest part of a certain magical environment. The person who takes the medicine must risk his life to obtain the medicine needed for the elixir. Even with the medicinal herbs, the process of preparing the elixir is long and full of variables. The time and temperature from the cooking utensils to the boiling of the medicine have a huge impact on the finished product. A small mistake can make the elixir of saving people. Become a deadly poison.
Therefore, this kind of elixir is just enough to make a small drop to make people feel troubled. Its annual output is also terrible, and it is a rare rare thing in the world. In contrast, its effect is also great, and there are even rumors that this drug only needs a small drop to make the dying person immediately alive.
Although it was only enough to drink a bite, the medicine that Bettiville had in his small bottle was worth the equivalent of a small country and a fiscal budget.
Such a valuable thing, so casually thrown to Bediville. The Tutan chief is really big enough.
"Is that really good?" Biddyville sneered: "I might leave this for myself, don't use it for Safir?"
"That is also your choice." Tutan did not agree.
After a few minutes.
When the werewolf youth came over, they just saw a few people like the Terran sprinting and sprinting from him. It is estimated that they had just "observed" the Biddiville iron ride, and they saw the werewolf youth come and fled.
"Is everything ready?" The swearing guy of the sergeant Eric was the mainstay of the guest. He jumped on the back of the iron ride and waited for Bediville.
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"You are very active." Bettiville gave the guy a white look.
"You should thank me. The little devils just stamped the West next to your iron ride and almost took your baby iron ride. Or I persuaded them."
"Oh, that's a big thank you." Bettiville came back with a perfunctory sentence, jumped on the iron ride and started the engine of the iron ride: "I have a problem. Before that, how did you come to the tortoise? of?"
"By the second wonder, a person flies over, of course." Eric replied without thinking.
"Would you like to fly back on your own? Is it necessary to take my iron ride?" The young man's forehead of the werewolf emerged with blue veins.
"It’s really easy to say. I use [Second Miracle] to let my body float, and even use [Second Miracle] to generate propulsion to fly. There is a limit. How fast do you think my flight speed? Flying from Egypt and flying for a day and a night."
"That's really hard for you." Bettiville had the urge to kick Eric down the iron ride.
Eric ignored the irony of the werewolf youth and continued to analyze: "You completed the last match of yesterday's ring game, and took the iron ride and made it awkward? It took about six hours? Perhaps less?" The speed of your iron ride is quite fast."
"Well, it's okay." Bedieville stepped on the gas pedal, and the iron ride had risen from the platform and began to climb into the air. The next few elephant guards are curiously watching the whole process of Biddiville's iron ride, after all, this kind of thing is not always seen in the village.
"Reassure, I won't take this free ride. I can make it fly faster," Eric said.
"Yes, you like it." Bettiville was too lazy to argue with the other side. He vaguely knew what Little Lawrence wanted to do. When his iron rider rises to a safe height and does not hit the huge trees on the abrupt moor, the werewolf youth also has enough horsepower to accelerate the monster with three photon explosion engines.
Hey! ! The Iron Rider is moving at full speed at an alarming rate and has already smashed hundreds of feet. At this rate, you should probably be able to return to Egypt before the early hours of the morning. Do not. There are still nearly one hour of time difference between Turks and Cairo, and the estimated budget for returning is estimated to be an hour or so earlier.
"Yeah, this is strong enough." Eric, who was sitting in the back seat, snarled, and Bedyville also noticed that the speed of the iron ride was speeding up. It should be that guy who used [Second Miracle] to increase the propulsion of this iron ride.
The speed is much faster. Bediville has no way to measure it. The dashboard on his iron ride actually measures the speed according to the speed of the engine. The acceleration caused by the external force can't be measured. However, the werewolf youth estimated from the speed of the surrounding scenery, the speed of the iron ride is estimated to be about one-third. In this way, the iron ride should be able to return to Cairo in an hour or two, which is already a very satisfying result. Bedyville is still covered with mud, and he can't wait to go back to his own boat for a shower and sleep beautifully. Lawrence said that he will introduce a part-time job of making money to Bedieville tomorrow. It is estimated that tomorrow will be a difficult day.
It is really unfortunate to say that Bideville is more and more puzzled. Why does he have the feeling that the two brothers of Lawrence are playing in turns?
"Hey, look over there!" When the werewolf youth meditated, the adviser Eric behind him suddenly cried.
"what?"
"It's below! The sea on the Mediterranean!" Eric cried.
Bedyville then looked around.
A white shadow was skipped from the sea and moved in the opposite direction along their iron ride. Because the relative speed of each other is really great, Betdiville did not see clearly where the white shadow was sacred, and it slipped away. Bedieville wanted to look back at the thing, but the moment he turned back, the thing had turned into a white spot at the far end of the sea level and soon disappeared.
"What the is that?" the Werewolf youth asked wondering.
"You can't believe it when you say it --" Eric whispered: "But at that moment I seemed to see a wolf. The white wolf... the white running wild on the sea. Wolf!"
White wolf. Although this life has seen a lot of strange scenes, there is no such thing can happen to make Bedieville feel more surprised. But he still gave a subconscious mind. The description of "White Wolf" is familiar with someone in his memory, or basically it is only that guy can meet the current conditions, and the possibility of others is extremely low.
The shadow of the white wolf that just ran past, it would not be ------
The boy named Modred?
"Is it going in the direction?" Biddyville then asked: "It's not like abrupt."
"It's not abrupt." Eric turned to look at the direction in which the white wolf disappeared. It was estimated according to the angle of the sky and the iron rider in the sky: "It should be the territory of the Glick (Leopard). Going. No. Look at the speed, it is not intended to stop in the territory of the Gryk. It might be the territory of the Romanes (Fox people)?"
"Romani?" Biddiville made a meaningful low-lying. The fox family should be self-sufficient. Seven years ago, it was completely destroyed in the experimental out-of-control event of a dark child. The territory of the Romani was also a ridiculous ruin.
Modred, who is full of mystery, ran into a ruin in this big night, what are he going to do?