Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 3035 　　Decisive battle in trial 　　21

This blow should be the outcome, after all, Tristan's chest was penetrated and he was already seriously injured!

Bradyville watched the situation from a distance, and made sure that Tristan was unable to get up, before leaning over.

The mithril fluid covering his head was relieved, and the werewolf youth said: "Oh, your Royal Highness, is this your surrender?"

"Uh uh uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. He fell to the ground again, facing up to the sky.

"Sure enough, your love for that woman is not deep enough, and your obsessions are not deep enough. This kind of injury makes you unable to get up anymore?" Bediwell asked, "If you are Elaine, this time Even if the bones of your whole body are broken, you will stand up stubbornly."

Tristan did not answer. Although he didn't believe in this kind of idealism that would defeat the laws of physics, he also vaguely felt that Elaine's words were indeed possible.

"Let me guess, you only love that woman unilaterally, but she doesn't love you, right?" Bediwell said again: "You have doubts about that love, and you are afraid that you will never be rewarded for your efforts, so Your mind is not firm enough. Your love for that woman is not true love, not the kind of love that is wholeheartedly, just asking for nothing in return. So you cannot become firm enough.

Yes too. How can our Prince Tristan love others? After all, your heart is dead a long time ago, one day seven years ago. From that moment you have been missing something important, making you wonder how to love. "

Tristan was silent longer.

"Surrender, His Royal Highness the Prince of the Kingdom of Iceland." Bediville took out a bottle of potion and urged, "If you don't surrender, you will die. Even if you don't die, struggling here to be broadcast live all over the world is just a shame to the Kingdom of Iceland. Losing the game does not mean that you can't be a knight of the round table. It's better to admit your failure honorably at this time."

"I don't need you to teach me how to do it!" A sharp icicle appeared on the ground beside Tristan, and he seemed to want to launch the icicle to injure Bediveville. At this time, Bediville re-wrapped his whole body with Mithril fluid and became indestructible.

Tristan also knew that this little resistance didn't make sense, it just made him even more embarrassing. So the icicle in his hand shattered and disappeared, and he stopped casting the spell.

"Damn...I..."

He waited a long time before squeezing out the word.

"surrender."

"This is decent." Bediwell poured the potion he was holding onto the wound on Tristan's chest. That is the lake of the Immortal Lake, although it has been diluted a lot, it still has a powerful healing power. When the lake water touched Tristan's wound, it had already started to take effect. The **** wounds that were originally **** began to heal actively, with a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You won't die." said the young werewolf. "But there may be an ugly scar on his chest. It's good too, isn't it? Our great Prince Tristan can't be perfect either. This scar is just right for it. you."

"This matter...I won't just do it...let it go!" The murloc prince resentfully said.

"Me too. We are not over yet." Bediwell replied coldly, "But for now, you can lie down for a while."

Although the potion has the magical effect of almost bringing back the dead, it consumes the user's physical strength. After using the potion, he would naturally fall asleep, and Tristan was unavoidably tired and fell asleep.

"Is this a win?" The young werewolf asked, turning his head.

Behind him flew out a bee golem that had been well hidden, and the voice of the Grand Duke of Palinlor was heard: "Yes. His Royal Highness Tristan, the first prince of Iceland, announced his surrender, and the winner was the werewolf Bedivre . Next we will arrange a medical team for him, please keep him in place."

"Of course... and then the next game." Bediwell completely turned around, looking at another opponent thirty yards away, a gray-haired boy.

"Do you know? You had a lot of opportunities to attack me just now." Bediwell said without emotion. From about five minutes ago, Bediville had noticed Mordred's existence. But the opponent just watched the battle between Bediwell and Tristan from a distance, without intervening.

"I know. But I'll wait for you." The white-haired boy named Mordred replied: "After all, that seems to be your rare recollection."

"It sounds like you know it well." The young werewolf smiled coldly: "It's fine. Want to fight here? Change to another venue?"

"Change the venue. He is waiting for the medical team to come here. I don't want the battle to affect him or the medical team." Mordred replied.

"Oh, you're kind of gentle, kid." Bradyville said in a slightly mocking tone.

Mordred replied without emotion: "No. I just don't want anyone to hinder our fight. It will be unpleasant to fight with those who are in the way."

He pointed to a glowing hole in the distance. That is the exit of this valley type, probably leading to another site.

"It's a desert outside, you better be prepared," Mordred reminded.

"Very good. I'm fed up with this dazzling valley." Bediwell walked behind him and left the valley together.

auzw.com has been fighting for so long in the complex and rugged terrain of the valley, and Bradyville has just seen the desert in front of him, and suddenly he has a refreshing feeling.

At least, he can finally jump high and low without climbing up and down.

But this sand is a big problem. Without the help of any props, just step on it like this, and the quicksand can sink deep into Bedyville's ankle. And look at the rolling sand dunes in the distance. God knows if there will be troublesome terrain that is more difficult to move on.

This battlefield may be extremely unfavorable for Bediwell, because Bediwell's body covered with Mithril fluid has increased several times in weight, and it is easy to sink into quicksand. Even if it is a sandy ground for ordinary people to stand on, it is a troublesome quicksand terrain for Bediville.

It is impossible to uncover the Mithril fluid. The toxin of Conch Snails is still flowing in Bediwell's body and will affect the operation of Bediwell's body nerves for a long time. He can only rely on Mithril fluid to control his body to move, but there is no other way.

And his opponent... the white-haired boy looked like an agile fighter again.

Moreover, Mordred is not a human being.

Orcs like Bediveville are half-human and half-animals by adding animal genes to their bodies, but they are still human in nature. But Mordred was just the opposite. It should be the animal's body transformed into a human form, appearing in front of Bediveville in the appearance of this human teenager. But Mordred's essence is still a beast, a big white wolf.

This guy has always been mysterious, and Bediville has been paying attention to him since the round table trial began. However, Bradyville has hardly seen Mordred's battle, and the mystery of this white-haired boy is still profound and incomprehensible.

It stands to reason that Bediwell should look at the previous round table trial arena battle record, at least look at the battle where Mordred defeated Eagleeye Ivan. However, there have been too many things recently, and he can't even spare the time to do this------

Nothing.

Bediwell launched [Animalization] to turn himself into a big wolf. Of course, the Mithril fluid attached to the surface of his body did not disperse. Because of the toxin from the conch, he couldn't even move without the aid of Mithril fluid.

He became a true Mithril Wolf in order to get himself on all fours and disperse the pressure on the surface of the dune. This way he will not sink into the sand so easily.

"Yeah." Mordred nodded affirmatively when he saw Bediville transform into a wolf form: "If you are a wolf, so good."

He also changed his body into a big white wolf. His size hasn't grown too big, he has maintained a length of about ten feet. He probably didn't want to be too heavy, sinking all fours into the dunes.

As a result, the battle became a confrontation between the Mithril Wolf and the White Wolf.

"You are a wolf, more wolf than me." Bediwell said. He understood the essence of Mordred: "Who is it that created your monster?"

"I'll just tell you." Mordred replied: "My mother Mogoss was the one who created me. And my father...or the source of my genes, is Arthur. d. Pandoraken."

The Mithril Wolf took a breath.

"Although I am not the child born to King Arthur and a certain woman, genetically speaking, Knight King Arthur is my father." Mordred replied, "Are you satisfied with what I said?"

"Indeed." Bradyville bit the Luna Steel Scimitar, and there is no need to ask too much: "It sounds like something Mogos did."

"What do you mean?"

"Literally." The Mithril Wolf rushed towards the Great White Wolf, and a monstrous sand wave was raised behind him: "That demon has always been like this. She will only create all kinds of abominations!"

"You are not allowed to speak ill of my mother!" The big white wolf also sprinted towards the Mithril Wolf. The two silver shadows collided with each other, paws against claws, and a fight began!

Bediville slashed over, and while being avoided by the opponent, he also swung the machete in his mouth and attacked the big white wolf's head. The opponent retreated swiftly to avoid the blow, and then took a small step forward to shoot the right paw!

This time it was Bediville's turn to dodge the claws quickly and swing his tail! The wolf tail with a large amount of mithril fluid is also a powerful weapon, not to mention the fire of spells burning at the end of the tail!

The tail sweep created an astonishing arc of fire, and the flames forced the big white wolf to retreat sharply.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

In this storm of yellow sand, the opponent's vision was blocked. On the other hand, Bradyville launched [Eagle Eye], which not only can quickly search for the target, but also rely on his intuition to determine which trajectory to attack, in order to have the greatest benefit!

He didn't doubt his instincts at all, and flew along the established trajectory. At the moment when he was about to approach the Great White Wolf, his dewclaws suddenly waved, and while the claws hit, twelve small electromagnetic **** were placed on the armband (the sun **** of the sun) and shot out!

Happiness! However, he heard twelve consecutive noises in the sandstorm, and the **** were blocked one by one! His dewclaws were intercepted by the opponent's dewclaws before hitting the opponent, and the attack came to an abrupt end!

In the gradual sinking wind and sand, two smoldering lights appeared in front of Bediville. Those are Mordred's eyes, his eyes are glowing orange cold!

"You also use [Eagle Eye]?" Mordred said without emotion, "Then our conditions are equal."

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