Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 840 Escape to the Magic Marsh 16

At the same time, Bediville and Segrad, who were responsible for collecting the medicine, carefully moved slowly in the mud.

Perhaps because of the urgency of the White Nile River, the surface of the large moorland in southern Sudan is still clear and clean, and the mud is only deep in their knees.

This open and clean environment reduces many dangerous World of Warcraft, but there is still the possibility of lurking various snake crocodiles in the mud, and you should not be rash when you travel.

Segrad picked up the rifle in his hand and continually poked on the way forward, so that he could find out if there were any monsters hidden in the mud.

However, since the mud is not too deep, the size of the World of Warcraft hidden in it should not be too big. Even if it is encountered, it is not difficult to deal with it.

All in all, this is a less risky adventure than the crazy moor before.

"Ah, I found it." Segrad saw something on the front of a piece of dead wood and quickly scraped it.

"Is this a mushroom?" Bettiville looked at the red-spotted mushroom growing from the trunk: "Are we looking for a swamp?"

"This can also be awkward. This [Blood Mushroom] has a strong psychedelic effect when it is taken orally, but it is broken up and applied to the wound, which can also play a role in relieving pain and antibacterial effect - in short, we Take some time."

"Of course." The werewolf and the leopard youths together picked poison mushrooms and stuffed them into a bag. However, there are only a few mushrooms, and they are immediately picked up.

"Next - look at the hillock?" Saifei shifted his gaze and set his sight on a lilac grass in the distance.

"This is the swamp raspberry?"

"Well, it’s not awkward." Saifei shrugged. "But this is a stimulant, as people used to make drugs from this [choir weeds]. After eating, the heart and lungs will be enhanced, in a short time. Increase immunity -"

"Yes, yes, in short, it's good for the body--" Bettiville was afraid to listen to Singer's Rosie and immediately interrupted: "Come on."

Seglader gave a look at the werewolf.

"What's wrong?" Biddiville was staring very uncomfortable, and immediately white-backed the young Leopard.

"Nothing is wrong." Segrad whispered: "I am just curious as if you are my father's confession. The tone of your conversation with Dad is like an acquaintance who has known for more than a decade."

"Oh, nothing." Biddiville picked the purple herb and said casually: "At most, it’s only seven years."

"What??!"

"Hey, I am in the orc army, yes, that is, I knew your father at that time." Bedieville lied with his mouth. Fortunately, he had already thought about similar rhetoric.

"Yes, that makes sense." Seglad tried to find the flaws from the werewolf's words, but Bedieville was so vague that he couldn't find a flaw.

Of course, if he pursues the question, the flaw will always be found.

"The army is? What the army is?"

The hand of the werewolf took a pause for half a second: "The Orc Joint Force."

"What is the first team?"

"The first" Bedieville knows that he will go out and show his excuse: "Hey, I was a teenage boy soldier, and I was forced to go to the front to participate in the war. How can I remember so carefully?" ?"

"Hey--" Slaged frowned again. "So right, how did you know my father's jealousy? What kind of person was the father in the army?"

"Hey, Palamidis is a good person, really. He takes care of me who is still a child." Bettiville quickly finished the game. It’s not wrong to pick up a bunch of compliments at this time: "He also said that he has children in his family and looks at me like he looks at his family, so take care of me especially -"

"That's weird--" Slagrid stopped his hand, turned his head and narrowed his eyes and looked at the werewolf: "The father at the time was a jerk, how could he care about a boy in the same army?" Soldiers.

Moreover, the biggest problem is that Dad had been separated from the orc's troops seven years ago and was captured by King Arthur, who was not arrogant. Why are you--"

"Yeah, of course he is!" The werewolf interrupted Segred's words: "So the last time I saw him was seven years ago! After that, he has been listening for nothing."

Segrad picked up his pair of gold and green cat eyes and looked at Bediville with suspicion: "And you, after seven years, when you see my dad, you are not surprised at all. I know that he has not been killed as a prisoner of war, so far alive and awkward.

This question made Bedieville completely stupid, and he was speechless for a time.

"Mr. Bedieville, who are you? Are you really just my old friend in the army?"

The werewolf sighed: "You should ask your father about this matter."

"He certainly won't tell me. He will definitely say, [Since Biddyville doesn't want to tell you, then I can't even tell you."

"I think that's fine too," the werewolf groaned.

"Yes, it's good." Segrad's words are vaguely hostile: "You are a friend of Dad. As long as Dad is willing to believe in you, I will believe you unconditionally."

However, since you are a person in the army of the beast, I will not fully trust you. How cruel the original Glicks had done to our three fathers and sons, you know?

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In my eyes, the people in your army are actually a group of people. No matter whether you are involved in it or not, there is not much difference. "

The werewolf sinks in his heart. Slagrid really grew up, no longer the original innocence, I do not know the child who loves hate.

Once Singer is sensible, he knows to hate the Glick (Leopard) family.

It was precisely because of the Green Croat’s then patriarch Hackett and the fox that the Serge’s twin brother, Safir, became a horrible concealed creature and was sent to the Fox People’s Institute. Do your pain and torture.

It is also the fault of this series that led to the death of the Paramitis family.

Anyone who knows something can't remember it. Seglade certainly has the right to hate.

But his hatred should not be vented in Bediville, and this has nothing to do with Bedieville. Being so hated, the werewolf felt the helplessness of lying down and shooting.

"You don't need to look at me like that." Bettiville sighed helplessly and said frankly: "Well, I am not a man in the army. I am actually on the same boat as you."

"Even if you say this"

"Trust me. I am your friend, I will never harm you, Segrad." The werewolf made another meal and changed his mouth and said: "Toville."

"Hey!" The young Leopard twitched like a tingling: "How do you know that this is only me and Arthur know--"

(This is no longer important anymore.)

The werewolf looked straight at the youth of the leopard, and seemed to be able to convince each other only by looking at the eyes.

In fact, he may have done it already.

Seglad sighed and showed a compromised expression: "You know a lot. You may not be a bad guy."

"You don't need to believe me right away. But you can continue to observe me. When you think I really believe it, trust me." The werewolf moved his eyes away: "Don't say it, it's important to do business." Where is the kind of medicine I am looking for?"

"Well," Safir looked around and looked carefully in the swamp: "Hey, that!"

The shadow of a soil slope, born of water, a small green plant is reflected in the eyes of the werewolf.

Is that wild swamp raspberry? Bediville had eaten the dried marsh raspberry in Turk, but did not expect the color of the wild raspberry to be so bright.

Hanging on the branches of the grass, like a bunch of small grapes, the color is flame-like bright red.

This seemingly mouth-watering red fruit is a deadly poison, and it can't be eaten if it is not heated in the water for a long time.

"Ah, a good bunch of cockroaches. Sure enough, because it is tropical," Segrad went over to collect medicine. The previous conversation made him have all sorts of strange thoughts. He just took carelessly to calm down his mood. At this moment, he was absent-minded and lost his usual vigilance.

He walked violently in this swamp and was not aware of the danger of lurking in the bottom.

"Okay--" He grabbed the marsh raspberry by the water: "With this, we can go back."

"Segred, ambush!" The werewolf screamed with a bow.

Time is stagnant in that thousandth of a second.

Segrad, who hasn't figured out the situation, saw that Betwell's bow was aimed at himself, ready to shoot!

Whether to believe in the werewolf, decided the next fate of the Leopard youth. If he believes, he should lie down and let Bedieville's bow and arrow shoot at him.

In this case, perhaps he will be shot by an arrow; or perhaps the bow will run through some sort of sneak monster behind him, and he will be saved.

His fate is dominated by trust, and this is just a simple alternative.

The Leopard youth chose to believe. As he squats, he rolls forward, but his heart is vaguely worried that the arrow of Bediville will fall on him.

tie! Behind him, the sound of an arrow in something was heard.

When the leopard youth climbed up, he turned his head and looked at it. Is it a long tentacle? !

"Run!" Biddeville yelled and shot another arrow.

The tentacles of the arrow in the root should have been disturbed by the pain, and there is no room for another attack.

But the owner of the tentacle did not seem to know the pain, still waving the long, pointed, barbed red tentacle, attacking the back of the Leopard youth!

Seglader ran up and crawled, and Biddeville's arrow was also rubbed from his cheek, accurately hitting the tentacles of some monster that would have pierced the back of the leopard.

Although not blocked by the pain of the arrow, the impact of the arrow still prevented the attack of the monster, allowing Seglader to escape safely.

"What the **** is that?!" Segrad was still shocked and turned to look at the situation behind him.

What he saw was far beyond his imagination!