Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 860 Traveling to Tianyuan 13

Along with the sound of agitation, a lift made of tree vines and wood fell from the cliffs of the floating island. The idea is to have the werewolf and the leopard warrior sit up?

"Paramy, sit down first." Bettiville looked at the less secure lift.

"No, hahaha, or you first--" The big cat is afraid of high disease.

"Or you first, Paramitis. Are you afraid of being a cat?" Biddyville glanced at the leopard.

"Where, where you are a dog, you should adapt to the sky." Paramitis retorted.

It was said to be a dog, and a blue vein appeared on Bedeville's forehead.

The wild people on the side began to talk about it, and seemed to be puzzled by the dispute between the two "God".

"Look, Palamidis, if you don't go up again, this group of dwarfs will be dissatisfied. If they don't treat you as a god, we will be killed and eaten." The werewolf continues to stress the leopard. .

"You are, Betdiville." The Leopard warriors are not to be outdone: "They are much less awesome than yours to me. If you argue this way, they will think of you as a [Little God] The enemy of [Great God] will kill you and eat it?"

"I don't think you are [Great God], but [God God]? Calling -"

"What?" The leopard was angry: "Beddyville, other things can be used to make jokes. You are joking with this, I have to get angry. I was only in my thirties, where is it old?"

"I still have tenderness, and my two sons are all 18 years old." Bedieville looked at the leopard with disdain: "The children are growing up. Should you admit that you are old?"

"That's because I petrified for seven years -"

"Can you not count the seven years into your age? Hehe--in fact, you are a forty-year-old uncle, oh no, uncle, right?"

"Beddyville, are you really owed?" Paramitis looked at the werewolf with anger.

"Oh, I am very scared." The werewolf made a provocative posture: "Do you want to be subordinated to the savages? The losing side is dead, and it will be cut by the wild people." Are you not afraid?"

"Yes, I am very scared." The leopard shouted his weapon: "Look at me and kill you, cook it into dog meat!"

"Yes! Cat meat seems to be a good dinner too!" Bettiville also held a whip.

Just when the two are not holding together, they are almost at the same time.

"Would you like to come up?" asked a voice on the floating island.

"Ah?!" Biddeville heard someone who could speak English and quickly looked up.

It was a male white man. Because the lighting conditions on the scene were so bad, Bedieville could only see the outline and skin color of the person. But that person is absolutely a human!

"This, there are Europeans in this ghost place?" Paramitis also exclaimed.

"Just take the lift up, we are talking about it in detail, okay?" The white man was a little fluent in English, and many grammars were quite classical, as if they had left the civilized society for a long time. Set in this savage world.

Bedyville and Paramitis looked at each other with suspicion, no more disputes, and took turns to take the lift to the floating island.

When they came up, they discovered that the floating island had a wide view. A few cabins, plus some unidentified devices. The structure of the lift is even more on the pulleys and booms. Although it is wooden, it can feel the civilization.

"That, what the **** are you?" Bettiville walked over and just wanted to ask.

"Let's wait." The white man is operating some kind of equipment. The two booms on the instrument were quickly put down, and a certain stone on the boom was piled up in a glowing pit on the floating island.

Then, the entire floating island began to rise and float, flying to a higher air!

Bediville only understood this, the two piles of stones hanging are light stones. Those that glow in the big pit are the spodumite mines filled with lightning energy.

The floating island itself is a lift that will carry the people on the island to the higher sky!

"Okay." The white man stopped his work and sat down on the side of the wooden pillar.

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The torch on the pillar reflects the appearance of the white male. He has a typical European face, a gray-brown hair, and a standard white figure.

And this guy is almost naked, wearing the only "clothing" is the same as those wild people, a cover made of leaves, used to cover important parts. Only a rope tied to this leaf cover seems to break at any time.

Because he didn't wear clothes for a long time, his skin became rough and hard, but he didn't tan, and still kept the white complexion of whites. It is estimated that this piece of East African plateau has been covered by lightning clouds all year round, and there is not much sunshine.

"Well," Biddeville subconsciously removed his gaze from the man, but kept asking: "Who are you? Why is a white man here?"

"鄙人? The name of the monk is called John Paul. You can call the monk Paul Professor, Panto Lacan, Professor Paul of the School of Nationalities, University of London."

(Wow, it’s a scholar. It’s all naked.)

Paramitis immediately sneered: "A good professor. Why is it that the scholars of the Great Baptist will appear in the savage's lair? It's amazing."

"The monks studied ethnology. The Pygmies are the most mysterious race in the world. The monks have settled in Africa for 30 years, just to study the culture of this race."

"Really dedicated." Bettiville looked at the professor coldly: "You don't even know [Pantolaken] has changed its name to the country [大不烈颠], right? In this place, study the cannibals in the end. What's the point. And you didn't even eat it -"

"Oh, of course, people will not be eaten." Professor Paul waved his hand disdainfully and set his sights on the several Pegumi people who stood guard: "These wild people are considered to be notorious [cannibals], but They don't actually eat outsiders. They only eat their own people, and they don't want to be fruitful."

"——Oh?!" The Leopard warrior squinted in disbelief.

"Really. They only eat people who are seriously injured or seriously ill. Knowing that these injured patients have not been saved, they will eat them. It is said that in order to allow these lost people to continue their lives and become the body of other ethnic groups. Part of it, keep alive."

"Hey--" Biddyville spit out his tongue and made a disgusting expression: "I don't care. No matter how good reasons and excuses, disgusting cannibalism is still disgusting. These barbarians are still ugly. It is unbelievable that you actually gave up the life of the civilized world in order to study this **** dwarf."

Professor Paul glanced at the werewolf: "The so-called civilized society is a twisted world. Can you judge the savages with the values ​​of your [civilized people]?

There is no right or wrong in this world. It is a rule that [civilized people] force it to be fixed. And that kind of regulation is not universal in this wild world. "

"Okay, just fine." Bedyville was too lazy to argue with the other side, and perfunctoryly ended the game.

Professor Paul again whitened two orcs: "So, in front of the monk is an Eskimo, and a Glick? What is the wind that blows you to this place?"

Bedyville bowed and he had not been called the full name of his race for a long time. People don't call him "werewolf" or call him "dog". Very few people call him [Askimo]. This title can hardly be remembered by himself.

"We--" Seeing that Biddeville is still worried, Paramitis rushed to the opening. "We are participating in the trial of the Knights of the Round Table. Here is the area where we pass the exam. We just happened to run into it." This group of Pygmies was brought here by them."

"And they [just happen] think of you as [Sonhasta] in their myths and legends? Interesting."

"In fact, it is not so coincidental." Bediville said helplessly. They all blame Paramitis for thunder and discharge in front of this group of wild people, and show off all kinds of cool skills to make this group of wild people stunned.

Looking back now, if the leopard does not do anything, the Pygmies may immediately lose interest in the werewolf and leopard warriors, retreat after a few trials, and have a quiet night.

Bedyville glanced at the Leopard Warrior: It’s all you hurt!

"What the **** is that?" Palamidis couldn't help but avoid the burning gaze of Bediville and quickly opened the subject: "[Sonhasta]?"

"Huh," Professor Paul crossed his arms and snorted: "It is similar to the Heavenly Soldier, the Savior, the God of Heaven. The Pygmies are convinced that every three thousand years, one will be lowered in the sky." The gods pray for the disaster relief of their families. This **** is the embodiment of thunder and lightning. The whole body can radiate mad thunder and use electric as a spear to assassinate [the demon in the sky].

The Werewolf's ear moved and immediately asked: "What is [the demon in the sky]?"

(Is it an evil spirit?!)

"The monks are not clear." Professor Paul shrugged. "That is a very old legend. God knows what it symbolizes."

Bang! The floating island radiated a violent shock, almost slamming the leopard and the wolf to the ground. The entire island has already flown below another larger island, docking with the bottom of the big floating island!

A large cave at the bottom of the big floating island immediately put down a wooden ladder and merged with a device on the small floating island to form a path to go up.

"Okay, it's amazing. It's a savage." Bettiville whispered.

"Don't say it. Let's take you to see the elders first." Professor Paul climbed up and said, "Come with the monks. This is the base camp of the Pygmies. You should be careful. If something goes wrong, the monks will also Can't save you!"

Bedyville and Paramitis swallowed each other, followed Professor Paul, step by step, to the depths of the big floating island.