Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 825 escaping from the magic marsh

The next day, near the sixth waterfall of the Nile.

In the early spring, the tropical days are particularly early. It was about five o'clock, and the sky was dyed white.

A rush of shaking roused Bediville. The werewolf tossed it one night last night. It was already too tired. I didn't expect to be awakened early in the morning. When I woke up, my temper would have been terrible.

"What?" His sly eyes soon widened, glaring at Paramitis in front of him.

"You promised to accompany me to collect the soil in the morning." The leopard warrior kept it all night, but he still looked very spirited.

"It seems that there is no god! I have been tossed tired last night, can't you get through?" Bettiville just lay back and covered the quilt.

"No, it is a man who has to keep his promise." Paramitis said rigidly: "Get up, let me go with you. After we leave the boat, you have a whole day to sleep."

Intuition tells Bedieville that it is impossible. Today's trip must be extremely dangerous, and he can't have a chance to rest at all.

However, it’s so annoying! Paramitis has been shaking Bettyville's shoulders and simply does not give the werewolf a chance to fall asleep again. I can only walk with this guy, and I will pass it through.

The werewolf sighed and quickly climbed up to change clothes. His original robes were occupied by Chanel. After returning to the camp, he took a new one from the spare robes - this is one of the materials they grabbed from other candidates.

But Bediville couldn't find a robes that fit together: the big robes were almost taken up by them and broken into ropes.

There is a small robes left in the wolf, like a tight-fitting suit, which makes him look like a metamorphosis in a skirt.

It's no wonder that Paramitis will sneer at the side.

Bedyville cut his robes in his anger and wrapped it around his lower body as a loincloth, while his upper body was shirtless and recited a modified bow.

In this way, the werewolf's dress is primitive and wild, and has its own unique style (although still like a metamorphosis).

"Let's go." He whispered as he jumped out of the tree. "It seems to be good for the bow that you have changed overnight. Thank you."

The big bow is made of several reinforced woods joined together, and the strings made of Warcraft's rubber bands are hard and strong. The arrow that is fully shot with this bow is several times larger than the ordinary wooden bow, enough to penetrate the hard outer skin of most Warcraft.

If it weren't for Paramidis's hatefulness, Bediville would have to spend more of his lips to praise the leopard warriors. But now he is still angry, except for one [thank you], he doesn't want to say anything.

"Don't thank, there is no such degree of bow. It is estimated that it will be very difficult to deal with Warcraft." Palamidis sneered, and he held a hand made from a giant rhinoceros horn, thirty inches. Long long knife - that was made from the corner of Warcraft brought back by Beddyville last night.

With such tough materials, the Leopard warrior might have spent the whole night going to start this thing?

In short, the sword has been made to look like a decent, the corner of Warcraft with its own unique cold light, fixed by a rope on a wooden handle, the original and dangerous. Give him more time and tools, Paramitis estimates that this weapon can be made into a peerless soldier.

With this giant bow and the knives, the two of them walked on the shore of the Nile River full of Warcraft, and they felt a little practical for the first time.

"Now--" Paramitis walked in front and stuffed a stone to Bediville: "This is the soil, remember this smell. Try to dig as much as possible. I will take some resin and finish it." ""

"Of course," Bettiville sniffed the stone, remembering the unique, slightly pungent smell of the soil. A similar smell was heard everywhere on the ground, and he could dig a lot of salty soil as long as he followed the guidance of his puppy's nose.

"I don't know if I can find sulfur in the big marsh." Palamidis gently stroked the tree with a sharp knife in his hand, and the bark smashed open, and the fragrant scented trees immediately flowed milky white. Resin.

This time Paramitis collected the resin in a more efficient way: he put a piece of bark under the tree with the resin, let the resin fall on the bark, and then let it go, continue to the other The tree does the same thing.

"In the worst case," the leopard used a knife to cut through the bark of the third tree. "We have been unable to find sulfur. We can only find it in the volcanic palace when we arrive at Mount Kilimanjaro." ""

"You haven't given up on the plan to make explosives?" Biddiville also used a piece of wood to dig the ground and pick up a lot of saltpetre: "I think the burning arrow is good enough. Maybe we will arrive at the destination, hand These materials have become worthless."

"Hopefully." Paramitis saw the tree cut almost, and stopped to touch the long knife in his hand: "But I have a hunch that everything will not be done like this - and this knife is great, Even if the exam is not needed, I will still keep it."

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"噢天." Palamidis exclaimed at this moment, looking towards the river bank in the distance.

"What's wrong?" Bettiville also looked at the river bank following the eyes of the leopard warrior.

I saw the body of a huge Nile crocodile by the river. The Nile crocodile, which is 30 feet long and long, should have been the absolute overlord on the Nile. Generally, Warcraft did not dare to approach it. But it was bitten to death, and a large mass of meat was deeply excavated from the lower part of the throat. It seemed to have been out of breath for hours.

Biddiville recognized it. This guy was the Nile crocodile who sneaked him in the river last night. If it weren't for the help of a talking wolf, Beddyville would have been buried in the crocodile.

Of course, this incident he briefly explained to Paramitis last night.

Paramitis looked at the dead crocodile and couldn't help but smile. "I'm right? Going out to friends. Thanks to your big wolf friend, this guy didn't eat you as a dessert." You should thank the wolf very well - but I am very curious, can the wolf win the Nile crocodile? It is a good fighting force."

"Yes, he has such a strong fighting power, but he can't feed himself. This is the so-called [life can't take care of himself]." Bedieville was cold and cold, and he still didn't like the big wolf.

"Yes, it's not there, you can feel free." Palamidis examined the body of the giant crocodile and picked up his sharp sword. "I should be able to get some from this dead crocodile." What. You go back and take the resin back, then we should leave."

"Okay." The werewolf was eager to go back to sleep and get back to the cage.

When Bediville used to charge the resin on the bark, Paramitis had used the rhinoceros sword to quickly cut off several pieces of crocodile skin from the Nile crocodile. These skins are filled with photons, hard like steel, but ten times lighter than metals of the same hardness. They are ideal materials for armor. Although they don't have enough tools to make armor.

Paramitis tried to knock out the largest incisors from the mouth of the crocodile, but the front teeth of the dead crocodile were still very strong, and they couldn’t knock. Finally, he gave up and pulled out five or six relatives. Smaller, short feet about a foot long - these things can at least do some weapons like daggers and short swords.

Seeing that there is nothing else to collect, Paramitis is about to turn and leave. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he found something in the crocodile's throat.

A wolf!

No, a teenager?

No, a wolf. Paramitis blinked and thought he was wrong.

Hiding in the throat of the body of the Nile giant crocodile, the big wolf, who slept soundly, was the talking wolf that Paramitis and Bedieville saw last night.

This guy seems to have been fighting the crocodile for one night. He is exhausted. There is no way to escape the crocodile's throat overnight.

Very smart approach. Other World of Warcraft did not dare to approach the Nile crocodile, even though the crocodile was dead. Under the shelter and insulation effect of the crocodile body, the wolf can sleep peacefully -

Although it is very disgusting to do this -

Anyway, it is a beast, won't think so much?

"Paramy--" Biddeville collected enough of the collected resources. When he came back to find the Leopard warrior, he also saw the wolf in the Nile crocodile: "Damn, this guy has been hiding in this way." Where is the place?"

"He seems to have been seriously injured." Paramitis ventured into the crocodile: "Come, help drag."

"You want to save the guy?" Biddyville was still worried about the previous thing: "Province! This guy almost cut my arm last night!"

"He also saved you once, and this thing was evened out." Palamidis pulled the wolf out of the crocodile's throat, and the dead crocodile ran out of the abdomen, almost no leopard. The man warrior fainted.

"Hey, you guys dare to sleep in this ghost place? The nose is really no problem?" Paramitis shook the wolf. It didn't react, and it slept very badly.

"Palami, let him go!" Biddyville exclaimed, and had already pulled a bow.

"What? Are you doing such a big reaction? It's a stingy!" The Leopard warrior shrugged in disapproval.

"No!" The werewolf exclaimed: "Look at his arm!"

The leopard looked down with a puzzled look and was shocked.

Covered by long hair, most of the gray wolf's furry left wrist is covered with a jewelry: the magic bracelet!