Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 1066 Exploring in the dark night

This slightly old, dark electronic ink screen instrument panel uses a luminescent liquid crystal to display a large array of fluorescent green text. As it was refurbished by the power of the Holy Spirit, its time state was rolled back to a certain moment in the past, and the green light on the old screen was particularly dazzling.

The flight record is usually automatically remembered when the iron rides, and the other half is manually corrected by the user. It is full of technical terms and can only be understood by very few insiders. Of course, once a servant of a knight, King Arthur, who had been a rider, happened to be one of these insiders.

He knows where to look. After simply scanning the record, after skipping thousands of lines of insignificant information, the Cavaliers stared in the last line of the flight record:

This file was recorded on the 5x **** x day, recorded by: Panto Laken, the Knights of the East, the Gaia Knight, Yakdullak -

That string of characters is said.

When I saw this moment, the Cavaliers couldn’t help but take a sigh of coolness and cover his surprise by taking a deep breath: "This is Uncle Yake’s iron ride!?"

"Yake?" Biddeville just checked the engine at the end of the car and heard the excitement of King Arthur. He couldn't help but stand up and ask, "What are you talking about - that - Juggernaut?"

"Do you know Juggernaut?" Cador slightly looked at Bedyville with surprise. It is reasonable to say that a young orc who is not deeply involved in the world cannot know the old things that happened in Great Britain more than a decade ago.

The werewolf licked the **** again, and he just knew that because Lancelot was the master of his swordsmanship, and Juggernaut was the father of Lancelot.

Of course, he can't tell anyone about these things, and no one will believe when he says it. All he can say is the experience of today: "Nothing I know I don't know. I played a frame with him at noon today, and almost died under his sword."

To put it this way, not only the Knight of the Round Table, Cador, but even King Arthur was shocked: "Uncle Yake is still alive? What is this?!"

"It’s a long story." Bedyville shrugged and went to work today, as a bounty hunter to hunt down the sand in the sand, and the weapon was stolen at noon, and the thief went to the underground cave and accidentally bumped into it. Juggernaut Yake... This series of experiences, briefly reported to King Arthur once.

After listening to it, Arthur frowned. "Juggernaut Yak also fell. Let Lancelot know about it, don't know what he thinks?"

"It's better not to let the Count of Lancelot know." Cador also frowned very deeply, and he detached the voyage recorder of the Iron Rider: "It's useless to keep this thing, I took it away." ,May I?"

"With yours." The werewolf nodded in a perfunctory position, thoughtfully. It seems that this iron horse, originally belonging to Juggernaut Yak, is estimated to be something left by Yak when he fled to Egypt. It may even be sold by Juggernaut Arthur.

"The reincarnation of Kama (destiny)...?" King Arthur also sighed, thinking about the same thing as Bediville. Twelve years is a cycle. Twelve years ago, Juggernaut, the traitor of the kingdom, who had almost fallen into Camilo, had already been executed. Why is such a person going to live in Egypt, why he will be hit by Bediville, all of which can only be explained by fate.

"Cador, call the knight, set up a search team and search for the whereabouts of Juggernaut." King Arthur ordered: "But pay attention to the secretive act. Once you meet Yake, don't fight it. You have to catch him. ""

"Yes, Your Majesty." Round table knight Kadall took off the iron ride's navigation recorder and hugged him in his arms. He went to the Cavaliers for a ceremony: "This is to prepare."

"And you, Biddeville." When 趁卡多尔 walked away, Arthur glanced at the werewolf again: "Before you go back, there is one more thing I want to ask you. It's a commission."

"Committee, commission?" Biddiville looked at Arthur's incredulously, a bit flattered: "What commission? You have so many hearty knights to help you, do you need to borrow my strength?"

"Well, because this is a private matter, I don't want to bother with the people in the Knights." King Arthur smiled at the werewolf, with a smile in his smile, and with an extra plot: "And, you seem to be lucky recently? Millennium One The golden insects encountered also let you meet, Juggernaut Yak also let you meet, God knows what else you will encounter? In order to find [that thing] in the desert, let me borrow your good luck. ""

"That's just superstition." Biddeville wasn't interested in luck. He just said in an understatement: "Arthur, what are you looking for?"

"A treasure. Legend has it that every three thousand years in the Sahara desert, flowers, super rare plants, [Desert Rose]." Cavalier King smiled: "The anniversary of the seventh anniversary of my marriage with Greenville is coming, I want to send her. A special gift."

"It turns out." Biddyville nodded. "The Queen of Greenville was a little princess since she was a child. She enjoyed the prosperity and wealth. The general treasure can't move her. So I want to get this rare product."

"This is the case - don't laugh!"

Even if he was ordered not to laugh, Biddiville rushed to the Cavaliers with a smirk: "Arthur is really romantic.... It's not like you!"

"It’s as if you know me very well." The Cavaliers stretched their faces and retorted.

"Hey." Bettiville hurriedly snorted: "Well, your commission has been picked up. When did you leave to find the desert rose?"

auzw.com "No hurry." King Arthur shrugged. "In fact, I have not fully grasped the news of the desert rose. I need to continue to inquire about intelligence. In short, I will come to you tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow... but I still have something to do tomorrow, to bring Segrad to the black market in Cairo, and I have to go to Zwara." Betdiville remembered the appointment with Odin, and stayed in the ban. The thief brother in the underground cave of Val: "It may take half a day."

"It doesn't matter, I will follow you." King Arthur nodded. "You have access to transportation. It should be convenient to get in and out. It won't take too long."

Bettyville thought carefully and thought it was quite right. Today they crossed the sand sea by sand boat, and it took about two hours from Cairo to Zwar. The sand ship at the time was full of cargo and the speed was quite slow. If you actually sail, Biddyville’s iron ride should be much faster than the sand boat.

The werewolf has only one thing left to worry about.

"I only hope that when we cross the desert, we will not be attacked by the sand." He subconsciously smashed his body, the blood of the monster still stuck to his silver hair, itchy and uncomfortable: "I am in the sand all day today." I spent the **** rain, and this experience really didn’t want to come again."

"You don't know the treasure, Biddiville." The Cavaliers pranked like a mischievous smile: "The blood of the desert konjac is said to have an aphrodisiac effect, and the external application of internal medicine is very effective."

"I don't need this, my [yang] is strong enough, thank you." The werewolf reluctantly replied.

A moment of silence.

"So... the truck is rented, it’s useless now, please help me back?" Biddiville told him.

"Yes." Arthur replied briefly.

"So... I am leaving?" Bettiville used to open the door of the mechanical warehouse and planned to take the iron ride away from the warehouse.

"Oh, goodbye, and good night." Arthur said goodbye.

The werewolf was silent, just approached his iron ride, then turned to the Cavaliers: "Arthur... You have nothing to say to me?"

"No, what?" The Cavaliers still had a cold attitude.

"Oh..." Biddeville frowned again.

King Arthur couldn't help but smile when he saw the wolf confused.

When I saw King Arthur laughing, I knew that I had been teased by Bediville, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

The two looked at each other and smirked for about a minute. Biddyville snorted and complained: "Arthur, you are so bad!"

"While, sorry, because you have been lacking in roots, I can't help but want to tease you." The Cavaliers laughed like a mischief, and the colleague reached out to the werewolf: "Long time no see, Bedieville. I can see you again." Ok, my friend."

Bedyville also smiled softly, and if he could, he really wanted to spit his tongue like a puppy and wag his head toward Arthur. But he just reached out and shook hands with the Cavaliers in a low-key manner: "Me too, Arthur. It's great to see you again. You are as approachable as before. It's great."

"Is it?" Arthur thought thoughtfully for half a second: "No matter what... tomorrow seems to be getting up early, you should go back to rest first. What we have, we have a whole day to do tomorrow, no hurry. ""

"Well!" The werewolf nodded hard and jumped on his iron ride: "So, good night, Arthur."

"Good night, Bedyville." Arthur opened the door of the warehouse completely. "See you tomorrow."

The werewolf activated the iron-riding engine, and the electromagnetic engine produced a slight floating force that allowed the vehicle to float two feet from the ground. Hey - under the impetus of the engine, the werewolf's iron ride rushed out of the warehouse, flew out along the tactical deck of the battleship, and landed lightly on the open space.

"What is the relationship between His Majesty and the werewolf?" Cardor, who had just returned, looked at the silver light that the iron rider had gone, complaining with a little doubt: "It’s a little too petal. This may be for other candidates. Not too fair?"

King Arthur defended himself: "Nothing. We offer him only the most basic convenience, and it does not constitute partiality."

"Oh? So it’s not a partiality to send weapons to them before?" Cador asked.

"That is a little help for Paramitis, and it has nothing to do with Bedyville." The Cavalier took his half-face mask and revealed half of his face to cover the subtle look of his face: "This piece Don't hold it too deep, Kadore. The child is a friend of you, nothing more."

This sentence can not help but make the round table knight Cador more confused. As a friend, the relationship between Werewolf Bedieville and Arthur seems to be quite close. But in the impression of Cador, King Arthur never seemed to have such a werewolf friend. It is too strange that Bedyville seems to be a "friend" from King Arthur.