Salin's mind was quickly calculating that he was not only thinking about the weapons of the four Warcraft Swordsmen, but also designing weapons for Shika, Neris and others.

Eni looked at Zola's scabbard and observed for a long time, but did not take action.

"This... Lord Aini." Zola's level is equivalent to a magician among magicians, but he still dares not make rash things in front of the necromancer. In the impression of ordinary people, the necromancer is much stronger than the elemental mage, and there are many incredible methods. Zola dares to challenge the mage, but he dares not anger the necromancer.

Being defeated by a mage is at most a death. If the necromancer gets angry, it will transform you into a deceased. Although this is not of great significance to the necromancer, no one wants to bear the permanent torture.

"This scabbard is not suitable for you." Eni finally said a precious word.

"I know, but..."

"The power in this is full of negative emotions, and you are naturally optimistic. So you have not tried hard to advance. After you advance, this weapon will be even more unsuitable for you."

Zola was stunned. He didn't expect that a magician could see so many things from his weapons.

"Actually, there is no way."

"What method?" Zola was attracted by Enni's expression. Enni looked at the scabbard with great concentration and was completely immersed in it.

Eni raised his eyelids and glanced at Zola, his mind still on the scabbard. He said, "Do you dare trust me?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Zola shrugged, looking indifferent.

"Okay, let's start now." Aini said, opening his mouth to spit out his undead flame and wrapped the materials that Salin gave him. He did not have a special distribution ratio for these materials, and soon formed a sword fetus in the commander's flame. The sword fetus continued to change shape, and the final size was obviously very suitable for Zola's scabbard.

Unlike the weapons used by Salin to refine the Warcraft Swordsman, the sword body refined by Aini was all metal, and there was no place for wooden grips to be reserved. The green commander's flames emitted a cold and cold breath, expanding bigger and bigger, and finally surrounded Zuolou. Zuolou's fingers trembled slightly, without resisting.

He chose to trust Salin instead of Aini. If Salin wanted to deal with him, he could only ravage him after the ice was frozen. Even if he wanted to turn him into a dead creature, Zola could not resist at that time.

In addition, I have to say that Aini's temptation is too great. He will not give up on this sword scabbard, but using this sword scabbard as a weapon will affect his sword skills practice.

The undead flame surrounded Zola, cool and without the pain she imagined.

The sword fetus in front of Aini nimbled into the ancient sword sheath in the air, making a crisp sound. Zola's heart also cooled down. He reached out, held the sword fetus, pulled it out, and saw that there were more than forty marks on the sword fetus.

That was the root of his swordsmanship and his inner secret.

The sword fetus is still as soft as mud, constantly changing shapes. Zola is holding the sword fetus in a daze, and his mind flies back to his childhood.

His first half of his childhood was very happy. His father was a powerful swordsman who worked for a duke. Zola lived in an extremely wealthy environment since he was a child, and he was very sensible and learned how to hold a sword when he could walk.

Until one day, the Duke's heir angered a magician and was killed in the street. Zola's father was not well protected and was irritated by the Duke, and later designed to kill him.

Zola clearly remembered that after his father drank the poisoned wine, he obviously had the power to fight back, but he just held the sword and did not pull it out. All his father's power was poured into the scabbard. The more than forty traces were the essence of his father's sword skills throughout his life.

The angry duke broke his father's body and threw his weapons into the lake. The young Zola hid and escaped the search. He fished out his father's sword at the bottom of the lake, but found that the sword had been broken into powder, leaving only a scabbard full of grief and anger.

This world is unfair. The duke dared not cause trouble for the magician, so Zola's father became a gap to vent his anger.

Zola began to live a displaced life, and his life was extremely difficult. At that time, he was only eight years old. He worked as a mercenary, thief, bodyguard, and thug. He also lived in places like a casino until he met his swordsman.

Zola never wanted to recall the memories of the past in her life, but now it has reappeared clearly and picturesquely in the flames of Aini's commander.

"I just want to... live happily, father..."

Zuola held the sword fetus, and tears flowed down uncontrollably, drop by drop on the sword fetus. The clear tears turned into water vapor and penetrated into the sword fetus.

"Then, live happily." Eni took the sword body from Zola's hand, and more than forty traces on the sword body faded away, forming a strange magic pattern, spreading all over the sword body.

Just a few tears were enough to set the sword body.

The long sword is like snow, and it is a bit crystal clear. Between the beautiful magic patterns, there are patterns like tears, flowing along the sword spine toward the tip of the sword.

"It's OK." Ani's voice awakened Zola, and he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"That's all?"

"There are some more that need to be done by Salin, and I'm not suitable." Aini put down the sword, and the sword's guard was a unique undead pattern.

"Zola, thank you Master Eni." Salin stopped refining his weapon and spoke.

Zola was a little confused. He was angry. This undead mage didn't know how to use it to awaken the memories deep in his heart that he didn't want to touch. Tears in front of the two men made him feel very embarrassed.

"This is a heart-to-heart alchemy, which is very exhausting. The sword body represents the past, and the sword hilt represents the present. You must grasp the present so that you cannot be influenced by the past and use your sword to obtain the future."

Salin said what he said in magic books, but it was very suitable for Zola now.

Zola was shocked. He was indulged in pleasure on the surface, but in fact he had never forgotten the past. Even if he turned around and assassinated the Duke, he still could not get rid of the shadow of his childhood.

What is the meaning of loyalty? In the end, what will happen to my father? He doesn't understand why his father doesn't resist. Since he knows that he will die, he still has to take some people to go to hell.

Later he understood, but he never thought deeply. After his father died, the duke did not spend much effort to find his whereabouts. If his father broke out before his death and killed the duke, the people of the duke's family would definitely use all their strength to find him and completely cut off his father's bloodline.

Or the Duke also regretted it, regretted killing a loyal subordinate, but could not replace his son's life.

"Mr. Eni, thank you very much." Zola stood with his hands down, and he had never been so disciplined before Jupiter.

"No need to thank me. It was Salin who asked me to do it. I just wanted to do it perfectly." Aini replied weakly. He just used the shortest time to refine the most proud weapon in his life, which almost consumed all his energy.

"I need a rest. You have to protect two people. Take this sword." Aini handed over the long sword to Zola.

"Mr. Enni, please name this sword."

"Is this Yunliu's way?" Eni's voice was cold, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He thought for a moment and said, "Just call me Tears. It's not that men say not to cry, but that means they are strong."

"Yes, according to the wishes of the lord."

Aini waved his hand, went to the corner of the tent, opened his sleeping bag, and got in.

"Zola, your sword hilt still needs to be refined, but it will take a lot of time. I will do it after I go back." Salin finished speaking, and stopped looking at Zola and continued to refine weapons for the four monster swordsmen.

Zola put the long sword tears into the scabbard and hugged it in her arms. The tears seemed to be in the same bloodline as him, and Zola could even detect the complex magic patterns in the tears.

Most importantly, these magic patterns are consistent with the more than forty sword marks left by his father in the scabbard. When he uses his family-born swordsmanship, he will never be affected by the power of grief and despair in the scabbard. All emotions are endured by the tears. This is a real magic weapon that can accompany him throughout his life.

Salin's refining is not as hard as Aini. Every time he refines a scimitar, he meditates once to restore the magic string and mental power. The four scimitars are all set before dawn. Salin takes out the bleeding sakura wood and tries it into the hilt of the knife, which is integrated.

These four scimitars were quite rough in Salin's opinion, far less than the sticks refined by Feren for Sica, and they could not compare in terms of materials. However, he spent too short time to refine more magic circles in the scimitar. He just used high-level materials to make the scimitar extremely tough and sharp.

There is still a lot of room for improvement for these four swords. Only when Salin becomes familiar with everything about the four monster swordsmen can he modify the weapon to the one that suits them best for the four people.

Aini lay in the sleeping bag and did not fall asleep. This time he not only consumed a lot of mental power, but also gained a lot. A one-time refining of his heart and blood made Aini's mental power much less, but it became more pure.

At the same time, Enni's heart was also washed. He felt the feelings of a father in the sword sheath. This made him miss his parents very much. Enni has a cold temperament, but he is not a cold person, but he has never completely understood what his parents have given for him before.

This time, Aini understood thoroughly. He decided to take his parents over as soon as he returned to the city base. If the family does not allow it, don’t blame him. With Salin, his friend, he can do a lot of things that he could not do before.

The sounds outside the tent gradually increased. Under the pressure of Salin, the pirates all got up very early and started washing up, paying great attention to personal hygiene. Four monster swordsmen arrived early and waited outside the tent.

Salin put away his water flame, looked at the four scimitars of different shapes repeatedly, and sighed secretly. The time he had learned alchemy was too short. The materials of these four weapons were enough to refine holy weapons, but in his own hands, these four scimitars eventually became four advanced magic weapons.
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