The group of craftsmen from Elpaxin finally squeezed out from the crowd. When the leader of the dwarves saw Fang Plover, he was extremely excited. He stepped forward and took Fang Plover's hand and said loudly: "Ed
Sir, do you remember me? My name is Hal, Hal Sparks, and we met in El Pachin."
This startled Fang Plover, and he looked at the other party in horror, but the dwarf was so strong that he didn't even get away. After being startled, Fang Plover vaguely remembered that he was in Elpa at that time.
Xin did indeed meet each other once.
The other party was one of the group of dwarves at that time.
However, his first reaction was to look around anxiously. Although he was prepared for the fact that he would be recognized, he would still inevitably be nervous when things happened: Do he really have enough capital to attract the attention of the military?
Will Fang really accept his conditions? What if they still plan to capture him back to Earth?
Although Miss Scarpet, his cousin, Sophie and his own reason had already told him another answer, he could not help but have random thoughts in his heart.
But he looked around and saw no one from the military. He couldn't help but wonder: Did he think too much? The military actually didn't pay him that much attention at all?
Fortunately, the dwarf did not notice this, and said cheerfully: "Thank you for your help, Elpaxin. Although Arquette didn't say it, he always felt sorry for you in his heart."
Fang Yu touched his nose and replied nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter." He had already taken the old dwarf's blueprint for fighting fairies in advance. Of course, the so-called "taking advantage of someone with short hands" can only be written off.
"You are so reasonable," Hal praised highly. He turned away and looked into the distance again, and then turned back and said: "The game is about to start, so I won't interrupt you for now. Let's talk about it after the game is over."
talk."
Fang Plover nodded like he was pecking at rice, begging the dwarf to let him go first.
But the dwarf didn't mean to let go. Instead, he asked: "The next competition is to make goblin dolls. Those southerners are well versed in this. But Mr. Ed doesn't have to be mentally burdened. We Elpaxin craftsmen will always be in the kingdom."
We still have some say internally.”
What right to speak???
Fang Yu was confused. He had never thought about going to Oshu to participate in the Lao Shizi competition, so he quickly said perfunctorily: "This, don't worry."
"You really don't need to worry?" Hal was surprised: "But the Kapka School seems to have no knowledge related to fairies."
"This...I taught myself a little bit."
Self-study?
Now it was the dwarf's turn to be confused. This goblin had made his own creation and passed it down from generation to generation. The skills of the Rose Workshop were also one of the secret skills of the Silin-Spica family in Corin-Ithurion. The one named Luo Lin
What the players are learning is actually the inheritance from the ancient pagoda. How can they learn by themselves?
If this can all be taught by oneself, then what kind of craftsmen’s association and small and large workshops are needed?
But before Hal had time to figure it out, the short rest time was over.
The staff rang the bronze bell to notify the players to enter. Only then did Fang Plover feel relieved and ran away.
During the entrance, the live broadcast of the game, Fang Chao Sports Community, also organized a short interview. Originally, an inconspicuous player like Fang Pultru could not get much shot, but after the first round of the game, he seemed to have become the center of the topic.
.
So when the reporter held up the projection crystal and asked him about his views on the second game, Fang Pulver suddenly started to sweat profusely and couldn't speak clearly: "This, this, I know a little bit about it...
"
His image was projected into the sky above the square, leaving everyone speechless.
Is this the leader of ragnarok who got full marks before?
No matter how you look at it, this looks like a half-grown child.
However, humans are such strange creatures, and such a stammering answer made people think that it was an unpretentious, simple and real performance, which won Fang Pulwart a lot of goodwill.
In short, a large number of fans suddenly appeared on the community, and they all posted messages saying that this player was so cute, almost like the brother next door. There were also many female fans who wanted to meet and have personal information.
Tang Xin, who was browsing the post, had a heavy look on her face, while Ai Xiaoxiao was trembling beside her.
Of course Fang Plover didn't know that much.
Just like he didn't know Luo Lin's answer on the other side, in fact, the reporters didn't interview the latter at all, only Count Xilin Spica. The Count didn't mind cheering for his students, and only replied:
"Luo Lin only scratches the surface of the Dragon Striker. He has only seen it once in Idos. The reason why I am optimistic about him is because of his talent as an elf craftsman. Compared with the former, it is not worth mentioning."
The count's tone was calm, as if he didn't seem to mind the previous game.
These words caused an uproar in the live broadcast room. I only scratched the surface of the Dragon Strike Lance. I only saw it once in Idus and I could get a score of 94.5. So how high is the so-called talent of the Fairy Craftsman?
For ordinary people, no one would believe these words.
But the Rose Workshop is the oldest fairy workshop in Kaolin-Ithurian, and as the contemporary head of the Xilin-Spica family, Count Xilin-Spica is undoubtedly the authority among the authorities of fairy craftsmen in the kingdom.
Even he said that Luo Lin was very talented in fairies, so how could he take it easy?
For a moment, everyone in the Seven Seas Brigade outside the venue couldn't help but hold their breath.
"What are you worried about?" Tian Lan looked at everyone and said a little strangely: "I have invested all my money on Brother Ed, and I am not worried."
Jita glanced at her worriedly: "But the captain didn't learn the elf inheritance related to the elf messenger in the Hall of Thousand Doors."
"ah?"
Tian Lan screamed: "Tata, why didn't you tell me earlier!"
Fang Lu walked to his seat and stood still. He raised his head and looked outside the stadium. Wherever he could see, he saw a sea of people. The dark crowd extended to the periphery of the square.
Countless pairs of eyes, thousands of glances, were converging on this small arena, where he was standing. He originally thought he would be a little nervous, but for some reason, he felt peaceful and peaceful in his heart at this moment.
Fang Yu knew that his opponent was definitely not taking it easy.
Together with the Shadow Throne, they came up with two extraordinary questions. Of course, they didn't shoot themselves in the foot. He must be very confident and very good at this. Fang Yu even knew that the other party mastered another kind of alchemy.
Skill, that must be his key to success.
The opponent didn't show it in the last round, but it may not hide it again this round, and as long as the opponent scores more than 91 points, ragnarok will lose.
Fang Plover has never been the kind of person who values winning and losing above all else.
As long as he doesn't have to pay for it if he loses.
But at this moment, when he put his hand on the prepared fairy gem, the cold touch came back along his fingertips. Somehow, he couldn't help but think of Ander's words in his heart.
"Ed, don't let down the little girl of the Albert family."
"She is not as strong as you think, and there are not many people she can trust now."
Fang Yu couldn't help but flash the tender eyes of Miss Ship Officer in his heart.
Trust is always mutual.
So this time.
He wants to win.
He only raised his hand slightly.
In fact, there was no special movement. Even before Fang Plover's fingers touched the crystal, the bright gem stood up automatically, as if there was an invisible force that made it float in mid-air.
And no one will see that not far from Fang Plover, there is a little fairy lady sitting upright with her hands on her knees.
That is the guardian of the Silver Tower.
A pair of light green eyes, full of light of reason.
"Miss Tata," Fang Plover looked at his dragon soul quietly and replied softly, "I'm asking you again this time."
Tata just nodded.
But she suddenly raised her head, looked at her knight with focused eyes, and said softly: "Mr. Knight, let me tell you a story first."
Fang Plover was slightly startled.
"Ed, have you heard of the history of the Goblins?"
Her voice was very soft.
It tells a story that the world has never heard.
The origin of the Fairy Messenger comes from the last work left by the great alchemist who is still praised by the world.
That was the only unfinished design among the many great works in his life, and this design became the origin of everything that followed.
What he left behind was a doll, a fairy gem, a will, and an idea. It was a type of doll that people had never seen before, and it was different from almost any flexible structure today.
It is incomplete, so that the craftsman who controls it becomes an outlier among combat craftsmen.
Fairy messenger.
A type of combat craftsman who cannot fight.
Since then, countless craftsmen have followed this unfinished road.
Because in that vision, there was this sentence left: "For the successors, I believe that the supreme realm of craftsmen has finally found a direction..."
"...We have seen a ray of light in the darkness, which is the light of the Silver Tower. When we leave, I must give this most precious legacy to those who really need it..."
The incomplete will leaves the world with a puzzle that can never find its direction.
But people firmly believe that this is the answer left to the world by the great alchemist, the Artisan Dragon Knight, the only missing piece of the Artisan Puzzle.
"...Elfling, is this really the path to the Artisan Dragon Knight?"
The fairy lady has bright eyes.
"For hundreds of years, this question has not been answered."
"The Silver Tower was born from this. In the era when I was born, those masters with outstanding skills guarded the inheritance from ancient times. They tried their best, but in the end they all failed."
"And I was born into this plan."
Fang Yu looked at her in surprise: "Miss Tata, have you remembered it?"
Tata nodded: "After passing the Hall of Thousand Doors, I have gradually remembered some things from the past these days. Although they are not many, they are quite helpful. Thank you, Mr. Knight, this is what you gave to Tata.
Gift."
She patted her skirt lightly, stood up, and looked up at him.
"Now it's Tata's turn to give you a gift."
"Please look carefully, Mr. Knight, this is how the craftsmen of the Silver Tower used to make fairy dolls."
"...And the fairy skills that are spread in Kaolin-Ithurion today are actually just the superficial knowledge of that time."
"It's a pity that I don't know what happened after that and why the fairy skills were scattered..."
she said as she spoke.
While gently raising his hand, he stretched out a slender hand and pointed towards the crystal, and a silver vein of light was generated between the two.
Her light green eyes reflected the crystal clear in Fang Plover's inner world.
It is colorless and gaudy, but it reflects the last territory of the Fairy Dragon Knight.
Dragon crystal without attributes.
Then the light was like the birth of the world.
…
Luo Lin coughed lightly.
He looked at the materials in front of him expressionlessly, including metals, furs, fabrics and crystals, as well as some unnamed magical products, piled together in trivial ways. If he were not a professional craftsman, it would be difficult to detail them one by one.
Separate.
But it seemed that his mind was not on the game at all, and his dark eyes even seemed a little hollow.
The square was very quiet.
Countless eyes were watching silently, watching the movements of his hands.
People actually understand that Goland, Shadow Throne and the Ancient Towers have all withdrawn from this game at this moment, and the only one who can decide the outcome now is a player whose name they have never heard of.
A team of humble ragnarok.
And how will this dragon-slaying hero of Idos be dealt with in their minds?
Luo Lin coughed again and almost bent over in discomfort. He held on to the table and frowned slightly. After breathing for a moment, he raised his right hand with a pale face. In his right hand, he was carrying a
Artisan gloves with mysterious patterns.
Dark, glowing with dark golden light.
He spread his fingers gently.
It seemed like a low exclamation was coming from the square.
Two dark gold magic circles, intersecting moon phases, and sun patterns covered with thorns overlapped each other, overlapping on a huge six-pointed star, rotating and opening in front of him. Like an invisible
Power is descending from the square
The next moment, all the materials seemed to automatically rise from the table and float in the air.
Under the dark gold flames, the metal turned into liquid, and black light automatically filled the structural points like a starry sky.
This is not the first time people have seen that magic circle.
It is so incompatible with today's alchemy
"It's the technique used by those two ragnarok players!"
"Ancient Alchemy!"
"But this magic circle seems to be much larger than before..."
"He actually knows ancient alchemy!"
Like a stone thrown into calm water.
Ordinary viewers don't actually understand much when they see this scene, but they can fully appreciate the majestic power leaping from an unknown dimension to the square. Just like they don't know, that
The dimension has been known to the snake people of Sinsas as early as a thousand years ago:
The shining sea.
Ether Realm
Inside the VIP box.
Alchemists of all sizes stood up from their seats one after another, looking at this scene with astonishing eyes. Some even couldn't hold back and took two steps forward to the front of the stand.
They gripped the front railing with so much force that their knuckles turned white.
Some people looked back at Count Xilin Spica, and the Count's face seemed to be as serious as ever, but only in the depths of his eyes, there was a hint of light of relief. As if undetectable, he clicked lightly.
nod.
It’s done.
Alchemists naturally know more than ordinary people.
They knew that it was not just ancient alchemy, it actually came from an even more legendary legacy, the Elven Legacy, the Mark of the Dragon.
And between the slight sound of inhalation.
Only Falaise was attracted by the sound of pushing the door behind him, because he was seeing the furry little monster walking through the crowd tremblingly, then looking at him with some fear, and tremblingly took out a picture
note.
The dwarf jumped down from his seat, but no one noticed his actions at this moment. He just walked over and took the note from the little gnome's hand. He didn't mind it being dirty and took a look at it first.
Falaise's eyelids twitched slightly and he raised his head:
"He's on the field?"
His heart skipped a beat.
Taru nodded seriously and solemnly, indicating that it was not lying. The human had made it clear.
"You better hope this isn't a prank."
Falaise lowered his voice and said something viciously.
Taru was extremely frightened, but he still stretched out his hand to grab the other person. Falaise was stunned for a moment, then remembered something, suppressed his disgust, took out a gold coin, and put it in the other person's hand.
"I'll give you the rest later."
he said.
The little dwarf nodded repeatedly.
Falaise then climbed onto the chair and looked above the arena, but after this look, he could no longer look away.
What he saw was naturally not Luo Lin.
But a pair of warm, silver eyes.
They were nearly a hundred meters apart, but that gaze still looked directly into his heart, making him feel as if he had returned to many, many years ago in an instant. At that time, he was just an apprentice.
He still remembered his mentor, holding a silver, star-shaped crystal in his hand and sighing to him: "...It's a pity that you haven't experienced that era, otherwise with your talent in the Dragon Soul Crystal, you will definitely have a place.
…”
The old alchemist stood up the crystal and stood it in front of him. Under the deep silver light, a small, quiet person slept.
"...I can't see that day anymore, Falaise, but maybe you still have a chance..."
"Maybe one day, you will find the only answer..."
"Remember our failure, Falaise..."
"But it will work out one day."
In that heavy crystal.
The silver-haired fairy was sleeping peacefully, with her long eyelashes drooping and motionless.
How long has it been?
But it seemed that just in the blink of an eye, he was gradually reaching his twilight years. If it hadn't been for that shocking glance under Fenris, he might have thought everything his mentor had told him.
It's just a white lie.
But he was wrong.
Because the silver brilliance comes from the noble dragon soul, it is like the tip of a dark tower, the light passed down to the world.
…
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