Chapter 259: Awakening to flame inflammation (on)

Chapter 259 Awakening to Flame
Do not say anything about Merlin, let’s talk about Ellison’s pure land.
After Arthur’s blow, the entire battlefield was silent. More than 99% of the enemy soldiers have already died, and the rest are too late to escape. The Dragon Titans, which has been chased up, has been killed.
The Red Fire Dragon comet dropped a dragon that was burned by his flames, and flew down, catching the fallen Arthur. "You kid is really hateful! You just thought that we killed even us?!"
Arthur didn't answer, he was unable to lie on the dragon's back and squatted for a while. The powerful blow made him a sense of vanity, which made him almost breathless.
"Tristan!" When he returned, he suddenly shouted, "The comet, go back to the battleship! I want to know what Tristan is like!"
"Don't expect too much, little devil." The comet whispered and returned in the direction of the battleship. They are clear in their hearts. The artillery room has been blown up like that, and Tristan is probably inside.
Battleship [Sword of Damocles (Yang)], in the destroyed artillery room.
In the middle of the ruins, the fisherman slowly opened his eyes. Surrounded by flames and smoke, the artillery room has been completely destroyed and surrounded by fire.
"Cough, cough." Tristan was coughed by smoke, and he tried to move his body and wanted to escape from the artillery room.
Can't move. The teenager discovered that his lower body was crushed by huge rubble. The lower body has almost no consciousness, and I don't know if I am still there.
The gunfire was rumbled outside and it was still in a fierce battle. Tristan knew that no one could have time to save him.
He died, unable to kneel on the ground, waiting for the moment when the fire swallowed him.
"Beddy" doesn't know why, the fisherman prince thought of his friend at this time.
If he died at this time, Bedieville would be very sad. The guy has been deeply hurt, if this happens again, the death of Tristan
Bediville will certainly be in a state of ruin, and will never come out in the shadow of [damaging Tristan]. He may never return to the human form, and will always live in the form of a silver wolf!
This alone is absolutely not possible! !
"Yeah, how can I give up like this!" The fisherman prince struggled. "No matter what, you can't die here!"
For Bediville, he would have to go out from this flame even if he was desperate.
To die, I have to apologize and die in front of Bediville.
He tried to use magic to put out the fire. However, he had a severe pain all over his body and could not concentrate.
Just at this time--
A silver wolf broke into the ruins.
"Bei, Brady?!" The fisherman looked at his friend in surprise.
The "嗷嗷嗷嗷嗷嗷嗷嗷" wolf seems to be unable to speak, his human consciousness has not yet returned, and now this silver wolf is still occupied by the consciousness of the beast.
"Beddy?!" Tristan looked at the silver wolf in trepidation, not knowing what the other party wanted to do.
It was just a wild beast.
He could come up at any time and bite the throat of the fisherman.
"Understood, kill me, Brady," Tristan showed a calm smile. "It’s better to die in your hands than to die in a fire. Let's do it!"
"Hey!!!" The wolf flew, and Tristan closed his eyes, waiting for the moment when the silver wolf bit the throat!
auzw.com"Bangon!!!" The wolf hit the huge rubble, and he wanted to push the rubble away!
"Beddy?" Tristan looked at the silver wolf incredibly.
Even if he is occupied by the beast consciousness, Bedieville is still Bediville. Everything about this friend of Tristan, his smell, his voice, his face, are deeply imprinted in the mind of the silver wolf. Even if it becomes a beast, the silver wolf has never forgotten this confidant friend -
Their friendship is unforgettable.
Tristan couldn't help but burst into tears. Betty turned into this and still remember him!
Now, with the body of the little wolf, Brady wants to save him in a desperate situation!
The rubble is ten feet high and is the wreckage of the elf's hard-to-find building facades.
How can a small silver wolf pick such a huge rubble? !
The fire has surrounded the two people, and there is no longer a retreat. The smoke stains the surrounding space into a translucent gray-black color.
"Already, enough, Brady." Tristan stroking the back of the silver wolf, whispering, "Coughing your body, you can still escape, oh, now cough, escape! I have you." Such a friend is dead without regrets!"
What he said was from the heart. He knew that he had no hope of survival and only wanted to let Betty escape.
"嗷嗷嗷嗷嗷嗷嗷嗷嗷嗷嗷!!!" The silver wolf is still pushing the rubble, and ignores the words of Tristan.
"Beddy, hurry to escape and become happy! - Even my one to live together!!" The fisherman boy pushed Bediwell away.
The rubble collapsed and the fisherman was completely buried in it.
No, it can't be saved!
"Oh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!!" Silver wolf screamed. Tears spilled from the wolf's eyes -
Then, [miracle] happened.
Photons were sucked into Beddyville's body at an incredible rate.
The silver wolf launched [Frenzy], his body is constantly expanding, expanding, and expanding!
Silver Wolf Bettiville, in the [soul] state, launched [Frenzy], he became a huge silver wolf twenty feet high -
[Brazed].
Even a good warrior like Palamidis spent a total of ten years at the same time practicing [Frenzy] and [Beastization]. The leopards spent another decade in order to combine the two abilities of [crazy] and [beast].
The orcs who can learn [madness] account for only one thousandth of the Hungarians. The Hungarians who can learn [the beast] are only one in a thousand. And the ability to combine the two, using the most powerful [mad animal] orcs, is only one in 100 million.
And Biddeville, his ability is born, he has not been specially trained, it has reached the height that other orcs have never had in their lifetime -
In the words of Arthur, Bediville is a shameless who is so lucky!
Being overwhelmed by tons of heavy pressure, the dying fisherman, Prince Tristan, suddenly appeared in front of him.
Who was rubbed by the rubble.
The twenty-foot silver giant wolf, biting the rubble, moving the boulder and digging the fisherman from the abyss of death.
He bit the scarred teenager, gently put it on his back, and then rushed out of the fire!
In the illusion of dying, Tristan only felt that he was lying on the grass as warm as spring. Beside him is his friend's familiar smell.
"Beddy, sorry, and thank you." He groaned and then lost consciousness.