Such a land, Dmitian has any reason to refuse.

He couldn't help but think of the man who taught him to cast the soul. It was an old warlock who was going to be a wood. He saved the young Demeterian from the mouth of the beast and then raised him to grow up day by day.

He taught Demetin to survive, and the church Demeterian studied and taught Demetien to become a warlock.

Finally, one day, the old warlock was determined to share his secrets and hopes with his adopted children and students. He did not conceal the taboo secrets about the soul-casting technique, and the era when the whole people were killing the soul-torcher.

Demitian is not a brave man, he is timid.

He refused the old warlock and said that he only wanted to study the mystery of the shadow spell. However, when the powerlifting was caught in the bottleneck, he had to resort to the props to slowly discover the greatness of the soul-casting technique.

He took the initiative to inherit the old warlock's clothes and became a soul-torcher.

The old warlock died, and he died in the process of casting souls. He desperately injected his soul into a prop, where there are countless soulless masters who are as desperate as him.

Demitian is often able to hear the whispers of the dying souls from the props. They are not safe even if they die.

Sometimes Demitian will hate the old warlock.

He felt that the old warlock cursed his life and made his life two points. One point is hope, one point is despair. If there is no accident, despair is his end. He is destined to be like an old warlock. Inject yourself into that prop and become a soul that never rests.

Now, he has a new choice.

"Trust me, only I can carry it forward," Lu is no longer talking nonsense, and quietly standing next to the blue sea breeze waiting for Demetine to make the final decision.

There was only a clanging sound in the casting room.

The sword embryo slowly formed, and gradually became the way of the land, but it was not so gorgeous glory and magical momentum.

Because there is no soul!

Lu looked forward to watching the next process of casting souls, witnessing the birth of a legendary weapon.

The wind energy condensed by Prince Sunderland is a pure soul, without the tyranny and anger of the original master - this is the way most of the Soulmasters will deal with it, so Demitian will be surprised by the book of Ur. Why is there a smart life?

Demitian infused the wind energy into the weapon, first into the surface, and then penetrated a little.

The sword that originally looked like a piece of scrap iron suddenly had a soul. The whole weapon was vivid, and the people next to it could feel the power it contained.

"Become," After a long time, the sword was stabilized, and Demitian wiped his sweat on his face, and he was relieved.

"It's so beautiful," the blue sea wind obsessedly looked at the weapon that was about to belong to him.

"Unfortunately, after all, it is only a legendary weapon," Demitian said regretfully: "If it is a complete wind element prince, maybe it can really make a half artifact."

This can only be if it is, the complete prince of the wind is arrogant from the group of them. If he does not fall, it may be stronger than Illidan Malfurion.

"I am, legendary weapon, give it to me, give it to me," the blue sea breeze was overjoyed.

What kind of **** half artifact, he never thought about it, as long as it is a legendary equipment of the best, the property is good, the appearance should pull the wind, can let him have strength in the copy, let him have a force outside the copy That is enough.

Now, the appearance has met all his expectations.

Unexpectedly, the order is actually a legendary thing. Muqiu’s [Ashkandi Brotherhood Sword] is also the legendary equipment, although the best is not like legendary equipment.

Demitian did not make a blue sea breeze, and he lost his weapon.

The blue sea breeze catches cautiously, drooling like a fool, and he has no energy to pay attention to anything else.

"Come with me, Elf, I hope you won't regret the decision made today," Demetine groped on the wall, the stone table in the cave began to move, and after moving it was a basement. It can be seen that a stair-like thing extends downwards.

"Cool," the blue sea breeze was alarmed and couldn't help but sigh.

Just now, he also thought that Demitian lived in a simple and simple way. Now he has discovered a new world. The contrast is really not big.

Demetine's basement is really far from the above. The simple exaggeration above is in line with his identity as a slave, but the underground is spacious and magnificent.

“It used to be a relic and it was transformed into this way by me,” Demitian said without hesitation.

"Used for experimentation?" Lu and the blue sea breeze followed.

Their teammates have been separated and went home to find their mothers. Today's copy of the Raiders ends here, the rest of the time is everyone's free time.

Even if everyone wants to continue to play a copy, Lu will not let go of a chance to become a soul-souling master to play a copy.

The first kill is of course important, but if the ruling sword loses this first kill, then there will be more first kills in the future, and the soul-casting is likely to have only one chance. This is not even heard of the previous life. s things.

What's more, just a legendary equipment was born in front of him.

The attributes are naturally awesome. According to different occupations, the attributes are different. This weapon is very popular in many occupations. It is even better to take the sword and try to get it, but the most suitable one is anti-war. It is the basic attribute that can greatly enhance the blue sea breeze, not to mention the four special effects one more than one force, reduce injury, increase blood, add defense, and the last one is full of blood and full of anger.

Sixty-level master weapons, the blue sea breeze has undoubtedly graduated completely.

"Yeah, for experimentation, and - prison," Demetien pointed to the storage cabinets on the walls in the basement. He opened one and immediately had a light group floating out.

"Soul?" Lu Liyi widened his eyes.

"Yes, this soul is a wild boar, I met in the razor swamp, the magical wild boar, this soul is full of temper, but unfortunately too low-level, can only be used as research materials," Demitian one by one Introduced to Lu.

Some are the souls of beasts, some are dead soul creatures captured by the land of death, but there are also some things that are very illegal.

The ogre is no problem, Lu Lu does not think that there is any violation of this, the key is that there are two light groups belonging to the orc - perhaps in the eyes of Demitien, there is no difference between the orcs and the beasts, many humans are so miss you.

In particular, the whole family of Demitien was slaughtered by orcs, and an orphan who wandered in the wilderness.