Author: Crowtopia

The high-quality magic pyroxene can be used as a casting medium for the staff.

The top-grade pyroxene is said to be the "Blue of Kallia" on the Full Moon Queen's scepter. It is a symbol of royal power and a priceless treasure.

Ordinary pyroxene is also extremely expensive, generally costing hundreds of runes per gram.

At least one hundred tons of pyroxene can be unearthed from one meteorite.

Not to mention magic wands and magic circles, even giant golems can be made.

I have to say that the future blueprint painted by Wuming is very tempting. Even Patch has to swallow his saliva and wishes he could go to Galid with Wuming to save Latan.

But having seen Latarn's power with his own eyes, he calmed down.

Dangerous jobs should still be left to professionals.

Patch has his own mission.

The worm silk quickly turned into a finished product in Parker's hands - a white hand towel.

The insect swarm provides a large amount of worm silk, and the internal supply has overflowed. Patch needs to find a market to digest the worm silk.

Galid and Nimgefu are in chaos now, and Patch is going to take this finished product to the Lake District.

Worm silk is fine and tough, a very high-end material, and is very suitable for the exquisite and elegant Kaliya royal family.

Patch also wanted to go there this time to see if he could spy on the Full Moon Queen and Moon Princess Rani's attitude toward Latarn by contacting the Kaliya royal family and gain their support.

Otherwise, Wuming's behavior of saving Latarn would always make him feel like a thorn in his back.

I'm afraid that one day the Queen of the Full Moon will come out of her emotional pain and practice her skills with her son and their small shop.

To be able to keep the Calian royal family independent during the golden tree's heyday, and to allow the full moon to compete with the golden tree, this person is probably a more terrifying demigod than Latarn.

Wuming stayed for a while in the Aile church, chatted with Millicent who was still staying in the church, and told her the other half of the story of the sun.

Wuming then returned to Galid via the portal and continued his plan to rescue Latan.

After returning, Wuming discovered that another strong man had arrived in Red Lion City, it was the old man holding two swords.

And Jie Lian couldn't stand the old man's mask.

"I understand you. The bald man in my shop also dislikes the second bald man." Wuming showed an "I understand you" expression and looked at Jie Lian's old man's mask.

"He is from the Blood Dynasty." Jie Lian's voice was cold.

"Oh, that's no wonder." Wuming understood.

The Blood King was indispensable for Latarn's current situation. Moreover, it was due to conspiracy, which warriors like the Red Lion who pride themselves on their bravery must not understand.

"Hey, enemies can also be respected." Wuming enlightened Jie Lian, standing and talking without pain in his back.

Wuming did not have the moral obsessiveness of the Red Lion. Although the Blood Dynasty also found trouble for him, Wuming never liked to make preconceptions and passed by with pieces of brave meat.

"Do you want any boosting props?" Wuming was hospitable and acted like a host.

"How can you hone your sword skills by pursuing foreign objects?" the old man replied, rejecting the nameless enthusiasm.

"This man won't get better, he will definitely be beaten by the Rattan." Wuming went back and said to Jie Lian.

But the nameless curse failed this time, and the old man's performance was quite impressive.

He waved his long knife and split the arrows.

The old man walked around to Latarn's side with the afterimage, and slashed the lion armor with his long sword.

There was a burst of sparks flying, and the old man's long knife got stuck in his armor.

Latarn glanced at him with dull golden eyes, and smashed his giant sword hard.

The old man grabbed the long sword with one hand and took out the wakizashi short sword with the other hand. He blocked the giant sword along the cut surface and used his strength to pull out the long sword and avoid Latan's gravity magic.

"Whether you see it or not, you can't break the defense." Wuming added insult to injury and showed his ugly face to people who were unwilling to take care of his business.

Jie Lian, however, was always serious, holding a telescope to see the battle situation on the other side of the sand dune.

The old man rolled to get away, and after finding that Latarn's extraordinarily thick armor could not be unfolded, he laughed loudly, took a stance, and waved the long knife crazily.

At first, onlookers thought he was crazy because he still wanted to swing the sword even though it was clear that it couldn't reach La Tarn.

But soon the cursed blood extending from the long sword captured people's hearts.

The cursed blood was thrown out along the long blade, accelerated even more rapidly, and penetrated all the way through Latarn's armor, invading the gaps.

The illusory blade came to life, biting Latarn's body crazily, and large swaths of blood spurted out from Latarn's wounds.

This was almost the most serious injury Latarn had suffered since the beginning of the festival, and the old man was able to do this alone.

Just when people thought that the legend was finally coming to an end, and that a strong man could finally win Latarn's big rune, or the real honor of the festival, the cursed blood thrown away by the old man cut the pony under Latarn's crotch.

The thin horse let out a scream and knelt down on the ground. Rattan was also knocked over, fell forward, and crawled to the ground.

His head was facing the old man's long knife.

The old man had already raised his blood-red sword and twisted his body to exert force.

Through his keen combat experience, he had already noticed that the skinny horse under Ratan's crotch was his weakness.

The pony fell, and the two swords in Latarn's hands were propped on the sand dune. The huge weight sank deep into the sand, and Latarn could not even get up.

The old man's blade ignited flames and cursed blood, moving from top to bottom in the opposite direction of the cassock, bypassing La Tarn's armor and cutting straight into La Tarn's neck.

The blade pierced the air and screamed, just like the old man's ferocious mask crying as a ghost.

But the sharp slash paused.

The bloody blade of Wuwu Buchu got stuck on Latarn's neck.

Latarn fell to the ground, staring at the thin horse behind his crotch, his eyes blood red.

His muscles suddenly became several times harder, and the blade got stuck in his neck, making it impossible to move any further.

The extremely aggressive cursed blood was also stuck in his neck, unable to flow along his skin.

Only the flames flowed along the blade, burning Latarn's skin and giving off a burning smell.

Through the thick blood flames, the old man could see that Latarn's eyes suddenly regained their clarity under the burning flames.

Then the old man's body could no longer be controlled.

His entire body and the long knife were floating in the air, and he was unable to escape from this gravity prison with his slashes.

Latan stood up, no longer riding the pony, but stepped directly on the sand with his severed limbs, swung the heavy sword as big as a door board, and struck the old man.

A top-down slap.

The old man combined his two swords, resisted the heavy blow, and was knocked directly into the sand dunes.

The dunes collapsed layer by layer like an avalanche, creating a deep crater.

But before Latan gave up, several black and purple magic bullets penetrated the ground and pulled the old man out again.

This time he no longer used a single sword, but swung both swords together, trapping the old man in the middle like a fly.

Just when the old man was about to be beaten to a pulp, another thick giant sword stood between Latarn's swords.

With its broad sword blade, it was able to hold up Latarn's two black iron swords and save the old man's shelter.

The old man also immediately used the blade of the giant sword to exert force to get himself out of the gravity area where he could not control his body.

Blaze turned over and fell next to the old man, easing his trembling hands.

Even though most of the force was passed through the blade and Tarn was borne by himself, the aftershocks still bruised Blaze's arm.

Blaze's giant sword carries a cold air that freezes Latarn's muscles, slowing down his movements, blocking Latarn's sight, and preventing him from locking onto the enemy.

"Retreat first." Blazer said, turning around and retreating.

The old man took a deep look at Latarn, and finally turned his head and followed Blaze away.

"Huh." When Jie Lian saw this result, he snorted coldly and walked away.

Wuming felt a little headache looking at it.

The injury Latarn suffered this time was unprecedented, and he may need more time to heal.

Seeing this old man, Wuming always had a bad feeling - he might not be able to hold on any longer.
Chapter completed!