"Is it God?" Swordmaster bowed his head, silent.

"For you human beings, God is the best choice, and becoming a **** is the best result." Elven elder El Salvador said lightly. "Don't wish to set foot on the epic road. As a human being, you do n’t have this qualification. The result will only make you a dead bone, don't waste the life essence that the tree of eternal life supplements for you. "

"Waste? I can pay equivalent items to make up for the loss you healed for me." Sword Master raised his head and said, but he was the man who slaughtered the ancient red dragon.

"Make up for our losses?" The elf elder laughed, and he asked Juggernaut, "What do you make up for?"

"I have enough resources in my space ring." Swordmaster looked at the elder elder. Now he is not wearing the original gray fluttering linen, but the coarse cloth made of plant fibers. His original, All were replaced.

"Reserve those resources for yourself!" Seeing the vision of Juggernaut, the elder shook his head, showing a touch of sympathy on his face, and the scepter in his hand slightly shocked. "And, Titan has paid for the cost of your healing."

A faint space wave emerged, and then a set of dilapidated gray cloth sackcloth, a pair of tattered boots, a broken waistband, a cracked dark blue sword, and a pile of strangely shaped metal fragments .

"This is?" Seeing the pile of "junk" that was being transmitted to him by the elder elder in front of him, Juggernaut was always an ordinary face with an indifferent expression and hesitated.

"Everything is yours, and there are quite a few." Looking at Juggernaut's black complexion, the elder elder added, "When I sent you into the tree heart of the eternal life, I put your body With all the equipment off, I can't make you bring something irrelevant into the eternal tree. Also, when these things come off of you, that's it. "

"..." At the words of the elf elder, Swordmaster Ron reached out, took up the dark blue sword covered with cracks, looked carefully, and touched Muria with the other hand lightly beside the cracks above. When Swordmaster Ron touched the cracks, his arms were shaking slightly. This was his sword.

"It's just that the inscription array above was damaged. After all, the sword body is a legendary metal, and it can be smelted and recast." Seeing the frowning swordsman, the elder elder said comfortably.

Push yourself and others, if you regard the staff of the treasure as damaged by the battle, the elder elder ... I dare not imagine what this is like. The staff is the second life for the mage, and the sword is a part of the swordsman's life for the swordsman.

"Yeah, the sword is broken and it can be remade." Upon hearing the consolation of Elf Elder El Salvador, Swordmaster Ron seemed to respond and said to himself.

After speaking, Swordmaster Ron put a crack on his knees, as if it would crumble into a pile of fragments at any time, and then picked up the tattered, blood-stained burlap linen, and touched it slightly. , Frown deeper.

"Humans, if I'm not mistaken, this suit is 'Abraham's blessing', the relic left by the legendary sage Abraham." The elf elder's eyes couldn't be seen when he saw this damaged sackcloth in disguise. A trace of pity.

"Well, I got it from a sage." Juggernaut nodded, usurping blood-stained linen.

"Sage's relics!" Muria stared wide-eyed, staring at the unsightly sackcloth in Juggernaut's hands, daring to imagine that this kind of thing that can now be thrown away as trash can actually be related to the sage.

You know, everything that can touch the two words of the sage is all treasures, without exception. Moreover, this set of sage relics named "Abraham's Sanctuary" is also recorded in Muria's Dragon ancestral memory, and it is also marked, so Muria's memory is fresh.

Because Abraham's asylum is a legendary defense suit. Warriors, mages, warlocks, druids ... all professions, all races, can be worn, the only restriction is that the wearer must be a good camp.

For many creatures, this limitation is equivalent to no limitation. This alone is enough to let Muria know the preciousness of this robe, with almost no restrictions, and wearing it has a defense that is difficult to break through ordinary legends.

However, for the first time Muria saw a gem of this level, it was in a broken state and was directly scrapped. Moreover, it should be damaged by the legendary Titan Yahborn.

"Really a sage's relic." With the affirmation of the sword sage, the elf elder could not help but yell: "It's ... too brutal, even the sage's relic is destroyed. Do they know what this means?"

Seeing the elder elder trembling, Muria nodded his heart. At this moment, he also felt that the gangster who was about to set foot on the epic was too heavy, and he actually set a defensive type. The legendary suit was obsolete.

"Indeed, it's too violent and brutal." Muria nodded heartily, and the first legendary suit he saw was actually damaged and could not bear it.

"What are you complaining about?" Elf Elder Salvador glanced at Muria.

"A legendary suit is gone."

"It's not a good thing for you Titans." The handsome blonde elf said angrily.

"Can it be repaired?" Muria looked at the sackcloth in the hands of Sword Master with some distress. Although this suit had nothing to do with a copper plate, he still felt heartache.

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"Of course." The elf gave Muria a glance. "As long as you can find the first owner of this suit and let him get his shot."

"The first master?" Muria snapped. "The legendary sage, Abraham!"

"Yes, although the name is" Abraham's Asylum ", according to the records of the classics, this suit is just daily clothing made by the sages, so as long as you can find the sages, it is very easy to repair the clothes."

"Elder, stop joking." Muria chuckled. "The sages don't know that there has been no news for tens of thousands of years. Where can I find it? Besides, even if I find it, this existence will not necessarily look at me.

"I will look at you squarely," said the elf elderly. "Even a ant, the sages will treat each other equally. Besides, you are much stronger than the ants."

"Uh!" Muria was speechless by the handsome elf old man.