When Doriad saw the weapon brought by a little goblin in Larvatore, she thought a little discouraged: "It's quite small compared to the swords that are popular nowadays, and I don't see anything similar to the magic sword."
The aura. And what would I, a magic caster, do with a low-to-medium level sword?"
In this world, from ordinary magic props to artifacts, there is a data called the amount of magic data, which is the total capacity of the effect intensity that the weapon can impart. Even though it does not display the exact value like a computer, how many experienced magic casters have there?
You can feel the approximate range.
Doriad couldn't feel that this weapon had any magic data, or rather - it was like a negative value. It seemed to have some effect, but using it as a magic sword was just rubbish among rubbish.
What Larva said was beyond her expectation: "The tenth level summons the monster, the Fairy Queen. And you can use it. We don't want any meaningless and valuable sacrifices to occur."
"Eh? That sword......"
"The Demon Slayer Sword... is probably just as rubbish in this world as you think. You can give it to any of your companions or carry it with you. Just make sure someone in the team is equipped with it."
"Ah, haha..."
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Doriad returned to the deck and closed her hood again. She sighed and put her fingers into the hood to fiddle with it. Although she was named "Fairy Queen", she was different from those summoned monsters with wisdom. She only obeyed her words.
little guy.
This may be indispensable in facing most of the dangerous secret realms in this world, but before the "hundred-year aftershock", it was probably only a useful thing.
I'm a little dissatisfied. Is it okay to vent it out without lowering its HP?
So, she picked up both sides of the Fairy Queen's head with two fingers and rubbed it.
"What are you doing?" The Fairy Queen made a voice, her eyes flashing gold and red in harmony with her voice.
"Eh? This, this voice is, Mr. Star?! Why didn't Mr. Larva tell you earlier..."
"This is just connected by magic. Originally, I was about to explain it myself. What are you doing all of a sudden? Do you want to crush this head?"
"How dare you, how dare you? It's just for fun, for fun, really, hahahahahahahaha..."
Doriad hurriedly smiled and gently stroked the little head.
"I said it was connected by magic, right? Even if you touch me like this, I can't feel it." Star said, "Next, you are forbidden to talk to me before you allow you to talk to me again. You do as I say...
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After receiving a fairly clear order, Doriad stuffed the Fairy Queen back into her hood and sighed.
One of her compatriots and confidants noticed this situation, came closer and asked softly: "Master Doliad, is it possible that Master Larva gave an order to make things difficult? It is really rare."
"Varsha, do you think we are more afraid of death than before? Obviously it was not uncommon for our compatriots to encounter overwhelming disasters in the past."
"After all, isn't it rare for us to evolve into this form? Why have we started to evolve a lot since they visited the city of the Eight Desire Kings?" A confidant named Varsha came from the white robe.
He stretched out his white wood-colored hand and twisted it, then kicked his foot.
If it doesn't evolve, what sticks out will probably be vines and tree roots.
Despite the toughness of the vines, the powerful twisting and twisting power of the vines, they are still different from tentacles, and their operating accuracy and sensitivity to the outside world are very poor. And even if they have evolved into a primate body, those abilities in the past will not be enough.
Never disappeared.
"Well, thinking too much is not our style. Since they ask us to do it, just do it and think about who can help drag the body back." Varsha put away her hands and feet and said teasingly.
Doriad: "Very good, then I will just do as you are told. Since I have been appointed to the highest position, I will exercise my authority to formally hand over all my tasks to you——"
Varsha: "Please don't do this!"
Doriad: "Instead of mobilizing so many people, I might as well lead a few companions to charge."
Varsha: "As ordered, please come on, Lord Doriad."
Doriad: "...As expected, you have become very afraid of death, right?"
Varsha: "The total number of troops allocated to us this time is 1,500. Among them, 45 are over level 70 after receiving Lord Larva's protection. Thirty of them will be selected to have the most suitable professional matching.
How about letting Lady Doriad personally lead the team?"
Doriad: "Yeah, yeah, yeah...that's it. I'm not familiar with them anyway, so remember to give me Kratt and Nyx."
Varsha: "Are you referring to the legendary 'Guardian of Ruins' Nyxphia La Sprigoran, and the 'Steel Claw' Clutter Bach?"
Doriad: "Who else but them?"
Varsha: "Just talking about Nyx and Kratt, aren't there several whose names have similar pronunciations?"
Doriad: "Don't talk too much, you must be the strongest. By the way, since there are more than thirty people in the team, give me the maze supply trucks numbered 10, 13, and 23."
Varsha: "Ah...this combination is a bit weird, but Lady Doriad has her own considerations, I understand."
At this time, the hull of the ship trembled for a while. It seemed that the bottom of the ship had touched an area large enough to run aground. This was not an accident for the ghost battleship, which could have floated in the air.
Varsha: "We're here, want a shot?"
Doriad: "Don't do such meaningless things."
Varsha: "I just want to have fun because it's meaningless."
Doriad: "Let's go, we're going to make a landing. First send a team of 100 people to go up and have a look."
Tens of seconds later——
Varsha: "Oh, they all fell into the swamp and sank? Isn't there no way to resurrect them?"
Doriad: "But isn't it strange that everyone fell into the swamp at the same time? The distance between the front and back of the team is more than thirty meters, right?"
Varsha: "The biggest question isn't why we didn't notice the swamp before?"
Doriad: "After all, is it really a swamp? What we saw is just the phenomenon of sinking, right? It could also be a trap."
Varsha: "Call artillery support. Although it is probably useless to annihilate possible enemies, we should be able to identify the sinking phenomenon through the explosion."
Doriad: "Who was it that just said that a shot was meaningless?"
Varsha: "Isn't it you?"
Doriad: "You have admitted it to yourself...ahem, what and what, one thing is different from the other! I was wrong."