Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 2968: Forty-three Mornings That Never Return

In front of Bediville was his son who killed his father and his enemies.

wrong. Not just killing the father. Othello's father even participated in the genocide, almost destroying the clan of Bediville. After that, Bediville was chased and killed, and there were so many painful memories, all from that day.

The question is, should the sins of the parents be repaid by the children?

Hate is indeed hate. Even now, Bediville has no way to completely let go of the hatred when the tribe was extinct. But he is also a rational person, knowing that it is wrong to vent this hatred to Othello.

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Just as the werewolf youth was distracted, Othello's other broken leg made a slight sound, but it was also the sound that the bone continued to break.

"Oops!" Bedieville quickly adjusted the strength of Mithril Fluid. The fluid was originally repairing Othello's broken leg, but almost pinched the broken leg into a comminuted fracture.

Then Bedieville stared at Othello again, and saw the tiger falling asleep with tears in his eyes. That guy is so weak.

Bedieville sighed long.

How did he repay the hatred, and in what form did he still fail to think about it. But he wasn't the kind of mean villain who avenged and murdered while others could not act. He felt that it would be better to save Othello back first, make everything clear, and then consider revenge.

In this case, Othello should not die in such a place. He carefully moved Othello's other broken leg back into place, wrapped in Mithril fluid and fixed it, before he began to deal with Othello's broken arm.

"Yo, you are here, little hairball." A voice said suddenly.

"Berelder?" Bediville turned to look at the bald guy. The other party should have found the light in the dark before looking for it: "You didn't get hurt?"

"I am a veteran miner for decades. I have become accustomed to this sudden trap." Bereld pointed to the equipment on the back of his finger: "It was the time when the jetpack was launched, and the impact of the landing was offset. Didn't expect it? "

"I knew that, and I will equip one." Bediville pouted.

"So, you broke your leg?" Gladiator asked as he looked at Bediville's right leg against the splint (in fact, the hardened Mithril fluid).

"Broken. The bones are exposed, it's bad." Bediville said: "And this guy is even worse."

"I saw it too." Bereld looked at Othello, who fell into a coma with broken hands and feet, and said, "This is not good. It is necessary to send him, not right, to send you all back for treatment. This is not what you can Participated in the battle. "

"I can still fight." Bediville said.

"Dragging that broken leg?" Bereld looked up and down at Bediville: "When you speak, your voice is muddy, your ribs are broken, and you have trouble breathing, right? Are there any other injuries on your body?"

"The shoulder is a bit cracked, it's okay." Bediville said.

"There may still be a concussion." The gladiator looked at the blood flowing from Bediville's nostrils and ears and speculated: "It doesn't seem like it's okay. Don't be brave, go back to the boat and rest!"

"You manage too much." Bediville said unhappy.

"Then you have to transport the injured person back?" The gladiator asked again: "It seems that this mitral silver was used to splint him to prevent the fracture from getting worse? Can you get too far away from these mitral silver?"

"Uh," said Bediville, he couldn't control the Mithril fluid from too far away. Once away from the manipulable distance, those fluids will turn into a pool of flowing material and approach toward Bediville (actually approaching the spell fire). Then the wound that had been treated for Othello will open again immediately

"Okay. You are right." Bediville then compromised: "Save this guy first, and then I will find a way back, and I will arrange the wounded."

"This is decent." Gladiator Bereld leaned over to Othello and looked at it: "The roots of these trees are really obstructing. Can you get rid of them?"

"It seems that these roots trapped the kidnapped people. It seems to put people into a certain state of sleep and stop their time from flowing."

"I can see it." Bereld also noticed that only the wound on Othello's body did not bleed: "Otherwise this little hairball is so badly injured that it should have been bleeding a long time ago."

"So, you weren't attacked by the roots when you fell?" Bediville asked, "I was protected by Mithril fluid when I fell. The roots can't take me. You are on the side because of the armor ?"

"No, I stayed awake the whole time when I fell. I saw the tree roots attacking, but I repulsed them." The gladiator said: "After that, they didn't bother me, and seemed to give up."

"Will you give up if it's that simple?" Bediville expressed disbelief. After all, this is the enemy's site. This deep underground cave is covered with gray-white tree roots. They are too numerous to count. If these things really deliberately attack Bereld, you can use the human sea tactics, wrong, rooted sea tactics, to force Berird and even Bediville. But they didn't do it. It was too simple and too early to give up, as if they were deliberately releasing water.

Is this another enemy trap? For what? The idea of ​​the abyss cannot be predicted by common sense. It is itself synonymous with chaos and madness.

"Either way, the tiger will always be put down." Bereld took out a lightsaber: "Are you ready there? I'll cut the roots when I'm ready."

At this time, Bediville had already splint the Othello's broken arm and broken leg, and also allowed Mithril fluid to catch Othello from all directions. As long as a tree root is cut, the fallen Othello will fall into the fluid and be properly protected.

auzw.com "Yes, do it." Werewolf youth said: "But be careful, don't stimulate those roots. I have a bad feeling."

"Leave it to me." The gladiator raised his lightsaber.

"Right, what about Nat?" The werewolf youth asked again: "Did you see him when you fell?"

"I fell apart from him when I fell. It seems that there was some kind of gravity disturbance that pulled us in different directions. We are getting farther and farther away. I think I used a jet pack to ease the impact of the ground when he was almost on the ground "The shadow is gone." Berelde said: "That guy is covered in metal skeletons, and it doesn't make sense to break his leg, right?"

"No. You didn't hear the sound of the impact when he landed?"

"Did not hear, maybe my landing point is too far away from him."

"It's troublesome," Bediville hummed. "In short, let's do it, and then we will find a way to merge with Nat."

"Of course." The gladiator raised his sword and cut off all the roots that bound Othello.

A strange thunder sounded through the entire underground pit, as if it were an earthquake.

"Huh?" Bidewell finally stood firm in the shock, and looked up around.

The gray roots that had been cut off by Othello, began to move around like tentacles, as if looking for something. But after all, they have no eyes, and even if they are turbulent everywhere, they have not looked for people who have been robbed. By this time, Bediville had already dragged Othello away at least five yards away with Mithril fluid, and the Gladiator Bereld naturally followed.

"They can't see us?" Bediville groaned, "haven't the obvious light on my side been seen?"

"After all, creatures living in a dark world, wrong, maybe not creatures. In short, they are blind." Gladiator analyzed: "May be deaf and blind?"

"Then on what basis did they detect us who originally dropped the pit?"

"I have an idea." Bereld took something out of his tactical belt. A coin. He didn't think about throwing the gold coins out, throwing them so high that the gold coins dragged a very high parabola in mid-air.

In an instant, thousands of tree roots flooded towards the gold coin, which submerged it within half a second.

"What does this mean?" Bediville didn't understand. Why didn't the tree roots attack them, but attacked the gold coin?

"It's a change in depth." Berelde said: "These root-like creatures can perceive changes in the depth of surrounding objects and lock their targets to attack."

"So when we fell, we were stared at by these roots, but after falling to the ground, they couldn't detect us?"

"That's exactly what happened." Bereld knocked on the jet on his back: "This thing started when it was about to land, allowing me to land slowly. The roots that had been attacked at that time had already started to come out. Obvious inertia-the roots of the tree that had been attacked fiercely became much slower. I had this guess at the time. "

"It's a very careful observation, smart ghost." Bediville said slightly ironically: "Then the question is coming, how do we go back? Should we need to climb this pit on the return trip? Once our depth changes, it will not be Thousands of tree roots attacked? "

"What if it changes slowly?" Gladiator Berelde asked. "For example, slowly climbing up from the wall of the deep pit?"

"If only one or two people can be saved, it can be done." The werewolf youth shook his head: "But look at how many people are trapped here. If you want to use this method to rescue them in one breath, it may take several months Even for several years. "

"Um" Berelde thoughtfully touched his chin for thought (however this guy still wore a helmet, he actually touched the armor of the chin of the helmet): "What if we use a portal?"

"Where is the portal?" The werewolf youth asked dejectedly.

"Here it is." The guy actually took a device from the pocket of the tactical belt and placed it on the ground: "Small conveyor. It was enough to send one or two people back from the open portal at the same time."

This device has been seen before by Bedyville. The team of archaeologists of the Melson Brothers used it when they excavated the pyramid. The British exploration team preparing to go to the Dragon Continent also prepared this small portal device. Although the battery life of this thing is a big problem, it usually runs out of electricity after several uses.

"When I came down, His Majesty King Arthur asked me to take it by the way. The other end of the portal was already bound to the Dawning's teleport." Berelde said: "If gravity disturbance does not affect this portal, you are now You can go back to the boat and rest. "

"What about the rest?"

"I brought enough batteries and will send the rest back to the ship one after another. If it is not enough, we will replenish the batteries from the side of the ship." Berelde said again, he activated the portal: "In short, you Let ’s go first, little hairball. "

Bediville looked at Bereld suspiciously, but the portal was already open, even if it wasn't used, he was consuming electricity.

"I'll be back." Bediville said, dragging the unconscious Othello to the portal: "Before that, hold on, don't die."

"It won't die, rest assured." The gladiator said, pushing the werewolf youth and sending Bediville away.

As soon as Bediville, who had retreated with the wounded, entered the portal, the door closed automatically. After all, sending two people away in one breath requires a lot of power.

"Hey, what a coincidence." Bereld stood by the teleporter, pulled out two lightsabers, and turned to look at some kind of black roots that were approaching: "Our boss has already left the field, You are late. "

Unlike gray-white roots, those black-rooted monsters have another mechanism to seek out enemies. They do not track enemies with changes in height. They track heat sources-and the hotter they are, the easier they are to be targeted. Bereld, who used the jetpack, was tracked by the black roots from the beginning, and they were lingering. However, they traveled extremely slowly, failing to catch up with the gladiator immediately. So Bereld would be so anxious to send Bediville away.

"Since you are here, let me play with you." Gladiator sneered: "Don't think I will simply concede defeat!"