"Good sword!" Looking at the effect of the sword of the samurai warrior, the army mage could not help but praise, and everyone praised it.

They clearly saw that when the sword was cut in the stone, there was a slight flash of light on the sword front, and then it was cut directly. This is neither a manifestation of simple hard and sharp, nor a smattering of the temperament. It seems to magnify the power of vindictiveness.

For a strong man like the samurai, which is not high, such a sword is the most suitable. It usually doesn't show the dew, but when it's really used, it's powerful. It's perfect.

Of course, it is extremely difficult to get such a sword. This kind of sword that can effectively enhance vindictiveness, but usually does not appear particularly sharp, requires very special materials and requires quite sophisticated skills. Generally speaking, only the sons of the legendary powerhouses can be favored by the elders and get such a weapon.

A weapon like this has a very popular name called "heirloom." It means that it can pass on the son of Laozi and the grandson of the son. It is not easy to recruit thieves, and it can be used at a crucial moment.

The holy warrior has also made up his mind, and if his child is competing, he will pass the sword to him in the future. If he does not live up to expectations, then the sword will be passed on to the rising star of the next generation of holy warriors in the church. No matter what, in general, it will never let it dust, or sleep with yourself.

Such a good sword, it is necessary to shine in the battle!

He smiled and lifted the sword embedded in the stone. He carefully wiped it out before pulling out the original sword in the scabbard and putting it in.

"It's a pity that I originally had this." He said with some regrets, "It took a few years to build up. The sword is filled with a little secret silver, which is not only tougher, but also can be used as a shield against spells. ..."

The monk looked at the army and smiled and said: "This secret silver can be mixed a lot... If you don't mind if it will be destroyed, it is better to sell it to me."

Although he focuses on protective spells, he is also involved in alchemy and enchantment - but most of these wizards who are willing to accept the employer's employment will study these things. After all, for settlers, alchemy and enchantment are The foundation of a life. This big sword fell into his hand, and with a special technique, it could be refined into a secret silver ingot containing some iron.

Although it contains iron, it reduces the purity of Mithril, but for most weapons or armor, Mithril is originally used in steel, so it doesn't matter - in fact, if you want to build armor, he Instead, mix some steel into it to make up enough weight.

The sturdy Saint Warrior listened and looked at the sword that had just experienced a big battle and a little bit of a gap. He thought about it and looked at his companions.

"Do you guys need it?"

"Get it, we can't use such a big sword." Another samurai said with a smile.

"I am going to make some achievements when I am sweeping the monsters. I will give me a sword if I am allowed to kneel down." Another samurai said.

The other samurai also shook their heads. When they saw this scene, the sacred samurai sighed and turned the sword and forwarded the hilt to the army mages.

"It seems that it is time to be eliminated."

With the military mage smiled and let his followers, a strong and honest man who did things and received very few strong men took it.

"If you are at ease, you will never lose your money." He said, "If you have any rare loot in the future, you can come to me. After this winter sweep, I will live in Darwin." When we are neighbors, we must be close and close."

When he finished, he took the entourage and took the big sword and left, leaving only the thoughtful priests.

"The main sacrifice, what does he mean by this?" After a while, the youngest pastor asked, "How do I feel like he is deliberately pulling us?"

"This feeling is correct. He is drawing us." Kabala priest thought about it. "He probably thinks that the support of the lord is not enough. He must be close to him, and the relationship with the lord is not a good force. Let him be more assured."

"Why is this? Is he not the owner of the lord?"

"Who knows? Everyone has their own ideas." Kabala's main offering smiled and shook his head. "No matter what he thinks, in short, we only need to do our own things. We are priests, and serve the people under our command. In the various intrigues, we can't completely ignore them, but we don't have to worry too much."

The clergymen nodded and packed their things.

Today's big battle has made everyone exhausted, and the equipment has a lot of wear and tear. The exhaustion of the body has been eliminated in the bathing of the light after the sacrifice, but the maintenance work of the equipment has to be done by itself.

The Kabbal priest had nothing to maintain. He stood with the staff and stood beside the altar. He watched the direction of the main army, and meditated and frowned.

(A baron collar in the district, how come so many things come out? What does this wizard mean? Why is the baron looking for such a serious person?)

He thought about it and didn't feel a bit headache.

(Hey! I’m a so-called summoning system, how was it sent to host a temple? I’m not good at it! Your Majesty, what are you thinking about? Why should you promulgate the god?)

Yu Xiong naturally knew that the **** that he had released at the beginning of his mouth made Kabala, who had a lot of otaku attributes, complain, but he didn't feel that he had something wrong. This kid is very lucky, but he is a waste of talent when he is doing things and shrinking at home.

As for Kabbalah’s happy and unhappy, he was too lazy to manage it. It’s good to get iron and steel, and the drums should use heavy hammers. In the future, Kabala will understand his pains.

Well, it’s important to study the strange goblin chieftain.

The sacrifice received by him was quietly lying on an open space in the Kingdom of God. He looked at it, lifted his tentacle, and a ray of light fell. The body of the goblin trembled fiercely, and the flesh and blood quickly disappeared. The longevity, the breath of life that has passed away has reappeared on it.

After a while, it opened his eyes and stared blankly at the sights he had never seen before.

A green round hangs many branches, I don't know what is floating, and I look at it with a look that makes it very uneasy.

"The resurrection is not bad. Fortunately, I just brought in its soul." Xiongxiong said with satisfaction, "The next step is to experiment and try to analyze its strange talent ability and finally transform it into a Spell."

This sentence determines the destiny of the Goblin chieftain in the future, and it will be a tragic time of darkness.

But... who called it a complete evil creature? But even if you are kind and little, the situation will be completely different.

If it can know all of this, it will probably sigh "The next life, I must be a good person!"