Chapter 762: Preparing for the shadow (4)

Chapter 762 Preparing for the Shadows
at night.
After embedding [the species of the sacred tree] into his metal left arm, Bedieville tried to plant a command to the tree and change a whip.
He waved the tree vine whip freely, and was able to control the length of the whips and even control the timing of the spikes on the tree vines.
He tried to take back the whip and let the tree vines condense in another form to form a shield. The Shield of the Tree is light and strong, and it easily blocks the whipping of Olin's whip.
The werewolf took the shield and deformed the tree again. This time it became a wooden sword. Although it is only a wooden sword, it is hard and sharp, and it is as light as the air. It is very easy to use in the waving of the werewolf.
"Well, that's great." Bettiville took up the holy tree sword and sat down with satisfaction. "I didn't expect [the species of the tree] to be so good, and Albert actually rejected this treasure. It's really not. An idiot."
"It's not because the sacred tree is easy to use." Olin looked at it all, and she was guilty: "You have amazing talents. You just learned to manipulate the tree when you first started."
The Druids [coordinators] had to take more than ten years of hard training to get a first-hand approach to communicating with the tree species. It takes more time and more hard work to apply the [forestry species] to the point where it can be combated.
A genius such as Ou Lin is also trained when he was born. He grew up with [the kind of forestry] and practiced all the time. After more than 20 years, he has today's accomplishments.
On the contrary, this guy in Bedieville is totally unreasonable.
Although the operation of [The Tree of the Tree] is relatively simpler than [the species of the forest,] it is by no means an easy-to-use item.
Just touched the game for a day and used [the species of the sacred tree] to this point. Bediville is an amazing genius, amazing enough to scare people.
Perhaps it is because the werewolf grew up in the extremely harsh environment of Siberia, and he has the ability to integrate with nature. Other than that, there is no other way to explain it.
Of course, in order to avoid the werewolf's pride, Olin will not tell Bediwell about this.
She deliberately made a look that was not used to it, and said to Bediville quietly: "Unlike [the species of forestry], [the species of sacred tree] contains only one holy tree, not the whole piece. Forest. The holy tree will also be tired, please don't overuse it."
"Understood." The werewolf replied of course. He did not intend to rely too much on the power of [the species of the sacred tree].
"There is, this tree species is very precious. If you can, please use it only as a weapon. Don't leave. If you lose it, I won't get you a second one."
Speaking of this, Bedieville can't help but look at Olin: "You should not be qualified to say this to me?"
Last night, in the battle with the Spider Queen and the Giants of the Hills, Olin clearly placed tree species everywhere and used [forest species] as consumables. Where is this thing precious?
"Haha, my business doesn't need you to worry." Olin smiled with a thick cheek: "And the battlefield has been cleaned up, all the trees have been recycled, and there is no waste."
"Yes, you really have trouble with the brothers of the Druids." The werewolf gave White a look at Olin. This woman is simply a troublemaker. I made the battlefield messy, but asked others to help her clean up.
Are the Druid coordinators so ruined?
As if knowing that Biddeville was making fun of himself, Olin immediately raised a small mouth: "I also taught you to use the tree species. My mission is over here. Time is not too late, I should go home, goodbye."
"Oh, yes, good night." The werewolf licked his head.
auzw.com"Well, ok, good night?" Olin was not happy: "How arrogant should you guys be? Someone helped you, are you attitude?"
(It’s coming again. So it’s really troublesome to say that women.)
"Oh, thank you, Olin." The werewolf reluctantly added a sentence.
"[Thank you, Olin]! Your thanks are really casual! There is no sincerity!" Olin completely got into trouble.
(God, let me go!)
"Oh, Olin, thank you very much for your help. I will repay you when I have time." Bedieville suppressed the fire on his stomach and pretended to be flat and authentic.
"Hey, it's still not so good enough!" Olin turned and left: "You owe me a meal, I will ask you later."
(If it's just a meal, things are much simpler.)
"Okay, okay. Good night, Olin." The werewolf waved goodbye.
"Okay, good night." Olin went back without saying anything.
(What the woman is thinking about. The woman in the world is so twisted and pinched, and it is going to die.)
"Whering," Sainzel’s landlord looked at all this in the darkness of the yard.
"Eavesdropping is a bad habit." Bedieville walked to the big house. He was tired enough today. He wanted to take a shower and go to bed early: "How is Ayr? Have you given him the treasure?" "
"Reassured, he is very cool now." The old man continued to sneer: "I can give it to him - or I have already handed him over to that thing. What will happen later, look at his own I hope that he will come back alive tomorrow morning."
"Well, okay." Bedieville didn't think much, pushing the door directly into the house.
"Ah!~Oh!~" A strange call from Albert in a room on the second floor seemed to be alive with something.
The werewolf could not help but wonder.
"What did you give him? Some kind of strange toy?" The werewolf gave the old man a blank look: "Please don't teach Ayr, okay?"
"Well, huh, hahahahaha!" The old landlord laughed.
Late at night, Edinburgh Dinger Underground City.
One tall and one short, two figures, searched for a mess of church remnants.
"I didn't expect that I would walk away for a while, and the church would be so badly damaged." The unusually tall figure.
"Oh, the people here are all stupid, and it’s a definite thing to die." The relatively short figure used his cane to pry open the rubble that seemed to be looking for something: "And you have to be active in London during the day, Take care of this law. Don't be too self-blaming."
After the words, the relatively short figure found something in the ruins. He applied a magic trick to collect the pieces of those things and hide them in their pockets.
"It doesn't matter, even if this church is missing, it has no effect on our plan. They are only responsible for collecting a piece of live sacrifice."
The tall figure did not respond to the other side, but looked up at the zenith of the dungeon, thoughtfully. When he did this, the handsome face of the Knight of the Round Table, Vestad, came out from the lower half of the hood.