The effect of the medicine Wang Man had given to Warwick and Bapu had been proven. The increase in strength of the two counts also allowed Wang Man to see the possibility of the elite wolf clan rising.
All the potions have been consumed by Wang Man, but the potion test bench in Meng Duo's laboratory has a chance to turn the possibility in Wang Man's mind into reality.
If the properties and production process of the potion can be thoroughly studied, then the strength of the wolf soldiers will become stronger as time goes by. At that time, the dream will come true.
With such an idea, Wang Man had to take action. Even if the strength of the wolf tribe increased, the sharp decrease in the wolf tribe's population would still be a more difficult problem.
Wang Man got up and rushed to Bapu's residence. Bapu was a pure werewolf and was not bound by blood. This was very different from Warwick. Therefore, when talking about the historical origin of the wolf clan, Bapu undoubtedly became
The most powerful witness after Duke Sirius.
When they arrived at the Duke's residence, the guards saw the arrival of the Emperor from afar. They saluted in panic and hurriedly made a gesture to report to Duke Bapu.
"There is no need to disturb the Duke's rest. Please pass this information to Bapu and ask him to make corresponding countermeasures." Wang Man directly handed over a crystal ball without energy protection, and the guards entered as ordered.
Wang Man returned to the Wolf Emperor's Palace and informed the guards at the entrance of the palace that he would not see anyone for three days. The Wolf Emperor's oral instructions were the emperor's highest instructions. Wang Man hoped to dispel everyone's worries and uneasiness;
After everything was arranged, we headed west in the rainy night.
Bandle City is the most famous gladiatorial arena in the mainland of China. Various forces are entrenched here, and dragons and snakes are mixed together. Therefore, the most authentic and effective information can be obtained here. To be precise, this is a paradise for all races to scheming with humans.
On the road from Suriima to Bandle City, there were hundreds of wolf outposts of all sizes. To gather information and reveal one's true identity would unintentionally increase the threat to oneself. Therefore, in this abandoned city-state, almost all races
Presented with the face of a human race, any race, except for the wolves, who are born with werewolves, and other races that can transform into human forms, can be regarded as outstanding elites.
Along the way, Wang Man inquired about the specific location where the Spirit Army was stationed. Upon further investigation, he learned that the entire Spirit Army was stationed in the center of Heimei Town. It could be described as a powerful force.
Wang Man was no stranger to this place. For the arrival of a spiritual king, Bandle City also showed the tranquility and condescension it should have. This is a city that has been forgotten by the world. Wang Man knew that he had no reason to disturb the order here, let alone
He still doesn't know how many powerful people are hidden here.
Passing through the sky above Black Rose Town, I seem to see Tuqi howling in front of the Pampas Box in the past, the blood slave rebels who died under Eze's heavy sword, and of course those who died under Wang Man's claws.
Mikinoda.
Wang Man deliberately concealed his aura and fixed his gaze on the streets outside Bandel City.
"Morde? Caesar, I'm here." Between the lightning and flint, a strong purple energy rushed into the dense roof below. Wang Man hurried towards the blacksmith shop, with a long-lost smile on his face.
The location of the blacksmith's shop has not changed, and so has Tucci's barbecue restaurant. It's just that it has a different owner. It's difficult to do business. When he sees passers-by walking back and forth on the street, the owner still yells at them from time to time.
Wang Man stopped in front of the blacksmith shop. The architectural style was still the same, but the blacksmith's servant was changed.
The hammer jingled, the young and strong craftsman struck again and again, and the black and shiny long swords sparkled and emitted an alluring light.
Wang Man looked at it and suddenly thought of Morde Caesar's Tackle Soul. This young man was very similar to him.
"Young man, how do you sell this weapon?" Someone stopped to watch on the road, and a tall, dark-skinned man asked the blacksmith young man in a serious voice.
The little blacksmith, without raising his head, was concentrating on hammering the weapon, skillfully flipping it over from time to time, and replied calmly: "Black iron swords cost one gold coin each. The larger ones cost three gold coins. You can reserve them in advance and you need to pay one gold coin."
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His tone was gentle and articulate, and he clearly stated the price of the weapon.
Wang Man didn't know much about this. He only heard the big man next to him yelling roughly: "Black money, what do you think? I am using a 300 kilogram machete now, which is only worth two gold coins. If you can build something like me today,
Here comes the weapon, without saying a word, I will reward you with these five gold coins; humph, if you can't get it out, shouldn't the price here be lowered?"
The big man was menacing and his visitor was unkind. Wang Man immediately laughed without saying a word and found a seat to sit down and watch.
The little blacksmith chuckled, unmoved, and continued to build the long sword in his hand. When the heat of the hammering subsided, the little blacksmith slit his wrist in front of everyone's eyes.
Someone in the crowd immediately said in surprise: "Refining a sword with blood."
The little blacksmith placed the wound on the blade of the sword, and blood dripped into the blade. In an instant, he hammered the sword body hard with his other hand. The blood quickly melted on the red iron, and with the strong pressure, seeped into the sword.
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The big man looked dumbfounded, raised his thumbs up and shouted: "Interesting!"
"Haha, the power of a weapon has nothing to do with its weight. If you want to survive, you cannot do without a spiritual weapon." The little blacksmith answered with a smile, holding the long sword in his hand, and waved it in the air.
There was a soft buzzing sound.
The big man scratched his head, looked down at the heavy machete in his hand, and then shouted: "Boy, be careful if you brag. Since the long sword is so strong, can you let me chop it with my broadsword?"
The little blacksmith pouted, looking quite helpless.
Wang Man looked at the big man with a smile, thinking that this man was very interesting. According to Wang Man's visual inspection, the long sword made by the little blacksmith was indeed spiritual, but it was at best a medium-sized weapon, but compared with the machete in the hands of the big man.
, the latter's broadsword seems to be more suitable for chopping wood and trees.
Watching the two bickering was extremely satisfying, and the gloom of the whole day was swept away.
The big man has a straightforward personality and a bad temper, while the little blacksmith has a kind heart and an honest nature. As the saying goes, to make iron, you need to be tough. For the big man's strong words, the little blacksmith easily accepts the challenge.
A long sword as wide as a finger and a machete as thick as a palm, the onlookers looked at them with disdain, most of them booed, and they unanimously decided that the little blacksmith would lose.
Wang Man watched the bet between the two of them calmly. The big man looked indifferent. He raised the machete in his hand as he was determined to win, and slashed with the shining long sword with a dull sound.
With a clang, the little blacksmith's arm drooped, and the big man's head shook, and he was gently ejected three feet away. When he looked at the machete in his hand, a delicate gap had already appeared.
"I'm willing to admit defeat!" the little blacksmith said softly, then picked up the next long sword and started beating it with concentration.
The big man looked embarrassed and looked at his machete in disbelief. He scratched his head and looked around, and the crowd raised their voices.
"Hey, three gold coins. This is the deposit to build a machete for me." The big man said, reluctantly taking out the gold coins and leaving his machete on the ground.
“Objectively build multiple?”
"Eight hundred pounds!"
The little blacksmith was stunned and asked dully: "Eight hundred kilograms? Can you make it move?"
"Stop talking nonsense, just do what I said. I'll come and get it myself in three days." After saying that, the big man walked out, and the crowd around him dispersed unhappy.
Wang Man liked the big man's character very much, and he also admired the new blacksmith's sword-making skills.
The young blacksmith not only carefully forged each weapon, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "This guest officer has a delicate figure and amazing bones. It is very suitable to be equipped with a dagger."
Wang Man looked around and saw that there was no one else here except the little blacksmith. He immediately smiled and said, "There are no rumors? Caesar is proficient in the art of refining weapons. It seems that his disciples are also experts."
When the stranger mentioned the name of his mentor, Morde Caesar, the young blacksmith immediately put down what he was doing, turned around and said respectfully, "Is your guest an old friend of my master?"
"We can't even talk about old friends, but we have become acquaintances now!"
The little blacksmith was confused to death. Is there any difference between a good acquaintance and an old friend? In Bandle City, Morde? Caesar is a man of the hour. Everyone here uses weapons, and of course they cannot do without the help of the metal master.
When the young blacksmith heard that the other party was an old acquaintance of his master, he immediately respectfully gave Wang Man some tea and hurriedly ran to the back hall to report the situation.
After a long time, hearty laughter came from the hall. A middle-aged man with a strong build saw Wang Man from a distance and waved to the latter.
"Haha, hahaha." Maude? Caesar is still so rough and arrogant, and he still looks so majestic with his unshaven beard.
Wang Man showed two rows of teeth in relief, and walked towards Caesar in three steps and two steps at a time.
Mode? Caesar wouldn't let Wang Man get close so easily. He hadn't seen him for four years. When he saw Wang Man, his first feeling was that this kid was strong!
Wang Man did not expect that Morde Caesar would make things difficult for him. He quickly stepped forward and felt heavy metal ions pouring down on him. The weight of the space increased instantly. Compared with pure energy, the concentration of metal kinetic energy was obviously much thicker.
Having seen the power of Caesar's death hymn and the metal storm, the kinetic energy of metal this time seems not as majestic as before, but soft and strong.
There is no doubt that this is an attack method that Wang Man has never seen before. In his previous impression, Morde Caesar has never used such a move. Even when surrounded by the Mickey brothers, his life was even killed.
I have never seen it when it was dangerous.
Wang Man's figure stagnated, and the air around him became heavier. Every step he took required a lot of effort; and the metal particles intruding in all directions seemed to have no rules. When Wang Man tried his best to use his mind to explore,
Astonishing discovery, this is the metal space belonging to Morde Caesar.