Sherlock's brain is currently very active in thinking, but this only strengthens his ability to understand and remember. He is still unable to analyze specific events.
How to do it in line with the illusion maker's ideas? After thinking for more than half an hour, he still had no specific idea, but the constant knocking on the door was obviously not ready to give him more time to think.
"King Crown, the coronation ceremony is about to begin, please hurry up."
The Sword of Domination actually chose a dark elf. Of course, those greedy elf families refused to admit it. However, just like in history, those who tried to attack Sawyer were burned to ashes by the flames of the sword. So far, no one has ever seen him again.
Dare to openly oppose this new crown prince.
Shylock followed the leader in a daze and completed the coronation ceremony, then sat on the Elven Throne to start the first council. Below, representatives of various racial forces were seated, waiting for the instructions of the new crowned king.
If you expect a person who has never even attended a formal school to host a large-scale meeting on the development of an entire race, just think about it and you will know that it is impossible.
Therefore, he now has two methods, one is revenge and the other is change.
With the power of the Sword of Domination, he is a nearly invincible existence in this fantasy. He can do whatever he wants. Revenge is naturally not a big problem. He can even kill all the sun elves in Cormanthor.
This choice is more in line with Zhuoer's thoughts, but in this way, it makes no sense for the people behind the scenes to go through so much trouble to create this fantasy.
Since he doesn't choose revenge, he can only try to change the status quo of racial discrimination. This seems to be more in line with Sawyer's inner wish.
This road is much more difficult than the previous one. Sherlock himself does not know how to walk, but two strong-mouthed kings once discussed this issue in his ears. He is still impressed now. As long as he can follow this idea
Come on, there is still a possibility of success.
"First... second... finally, Myth Drannor will always be open to all kind-hearted people."
After all, this is just a fantasy, not reality, not even a virtual game, and naturally all the settings are not that detailed. When Sherlock finished his last words, the surrounding scene turned into layers of white mist and dissipated.
Opening up, an empty stone room was revealed.
There is only an exquisite long sword stuck on the ground in the center of the stone chamber. The shape is exactly the same as the sword of domination in the illusion.
The three holy swords of the Elf clan, the Sword of Domination, the Sword of War, and the Sword of Mystery, respectively represent the positions of Crown King, Chief Martial Master, and Chief Mage of the new kingdom. The Sword of Mystery now exists in the Eternal Gathering, the headquarters of the elves.
island, while the Sword of War and the Sword of Dominion were left outside.
An astrologer once predicted that the day when the three holy swords gather together will be the time when the Elf King's Court will be rebuilt.
Now that the day for the prophecy to come true is getting closer and closer, the Isle of Eternal Judgment is already preparing to conquer Myth Drannor, and it is time for the whereabouts of the other two holy swords to surface.
"Luck won't be so good." Sherlock turned into a blue frog and scanned it over and over again with his frog eyes. He really couldn't see any false or even slightest fluctuations in magic power.
But it is still a bit difficult to make him believe that he has a chance to get the legendary Sword of Dominance. At this stage, neither the game company nor the system will release such a thing.
He was questioning in his heart, but he couldn't control his body and walked forward. Anyway, no matter what, he would never be willing to pull it out.
There was no mechanism, trap, or magic barrier, so he slowly walked up to the sword, and then grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands at lightning speed.
Feeling the huge and mysterious resistance, flames flew from Sherlock's body, and the muscles of his red arms bulged, exploding with all his strength.
Strength increasing potion!
Scroll of brute force!
Strength determination potion!
Beef bone soup!
Various potion scrolls about power were used continuously, but the long sword remained motionless.
After persisting until the effect of the medicine was over, he could only loosen his hands holding the sword. After all, this was a game. There was no such thing as explosive seed. He couldn't pull it out with his current ultimate strength, and it was useless to call him "Little Universe".
"It seems that you are not the one chosen by the sword." A clear female voice suddenly sounded.
Sherlock turned around and saw a blond lolita appear out of thin air in the stone room, slowly floating over from a distance.
"Is it Lady Silinxi?" he asked tentatively. She was the one who took away the Sword of Dominance back then.
"Oh!" The blonde loli was also surprised, "I didn't expect that after more than nine hundred years, there are still people in the outside world who know me."
"Lord Silinci, a follower of Melikai, a descendant of the elves, the guardian of nature, and the kind harpist Sherlock would like to say hello to you."
When meeting an NPC like this who knows their origins, it is very important to declare their family background. In fact, the first long list is just a supplement, and the identity of the Harper is the most important in the end.
As a chosen one of the Goddess of Magic, Silinci has always had a good relationship with the Harpers Alliance, especially Elminster. When the two of them studied spell knowledge together at the Tower of Windsong, they formed a very deep friendship.
"Harper, such a familiar name. Is the old guy Elminster not dead yet?"
Silinxi, an old loli who has lived for more than three thousand years, is indeed qualified to tease the strongest mage on the land.
"The Archmage is still alive and well, and his temper is still hot." Of course Sherlock has never come into contact with NPCs of this level, but it is not difficult to understand some of this mage's daily life from the bard's stories and other people's conversations.
"Haha." Seemingly thinking of past memories, Silinxi covered her mouth and laughed, "Okay, since you are a harpist, you must have heard about the origin of this sword."
"Back then, I took the Sword of Dominion away with my will, which led to the fall of Myth Drannor. Now it's finally time to return it. I originally wanted to choose a new owner for it, but unfortunately you couldn't get it in the end.
Approved.”
Naturally, this is talking about Sherlock's failure to pull it out just now. I don't know what the conditions are. Could it be that his elf blood is not pure enough? But Silinxi is not an elf, so she can't get it either.
Do you approve it? This question is probably only known to the system.
"For some reasons, I have to guard the ruins of this Maiyeli Tower, and you passed the two tests I set, so I hope you can find a suitable owner for this sword on my behalf.
Then restore Myth Drannor to its former glory."
Silinxi floated over the sword, pulled it out with a gentle squeeze of her hand, and began to chant incomprehensible syllables.
