The mountains are towering, stretching across the wilderness of Sbia. In the curling morning light, they extend continuously, and their green bodies are covered with a layer of lush trees.
Wild beasts, as well as those alien races despised by the gods and demons, have multiplied and multiplied generation after generation in the folds of the mountains, until the race was exterminated. But before disappearing completely, they did not mind exposing their vitality to the gods and demons.
In the eyes of others, it is naturally filthy, but in the eyes of others, this is beauty - the magnificent beauty of life.
At the entrance of the well-hidden cave, a pair of huge eyes are staring at the scenery in the distance. This is a tall and strong barbarian, wearing finely forged armor, leaning against a slightly rippling magic barrier. He
There was a smile on his face, as if he liked the mountains, the water, and the running and jumping beasts, but maybe no one told him that this smile was actually very ferocious.
"Why are you in a daze? Major General Rock." A cold voice sounded behind the barbarian, and a thin face moved into the shadows behind him: "Oh, I forgot, I should call you Lieutenant General now."
"Look at those things." Rock, the most noble savage in history, stretched out his hand and pointed at the valley in the distance formed by the twists and turns of the mountains and said: "The trees and beasts are all very beautiful. I can't explain the reason, but
I think it’s really beautiful.”
"The barbarians are having sex? It's really off-putting. If you follow tradition, you should think of those beasts as flying barbecues, and the trees are the wood used for barbecues!" The thin man behind the rock is obviously a man who speaks viciously.
Person: "Or is it because you have an elf girlfriend that you contracted this polite disease from her? Oh hahahaha!"
The rock let out a low roar from its throat. Without thinking, he turned around and reached out, grabbed it and threw it. The vicious man was thrown directly out of the hole, and the dust was thrown up with a "bang". After that, the barbarian thought about it for a while.
, went out and dragged him back to the cave.
In fact, many people behind the rock saw this scene, but no one said anything, and no one came to stop it.
Just kidding, if the commander of His Majesty's Imperial Guard and the commander of the Liaison Department are fighting, if anyone dares to come up and stop them, isn't that just asking for bad luck?
But having said that, in the whole country, there are really not many people who dare to fight with the Blood Lord. This is the only person who dares to fight with him without thinking. So in this circle, Rock has already had a "Blood Lord sparring partner"
The glorious title.
"Do you really want my life?" The Blood Lord lay straight at the foot of the rock, with a rogue look on his face. The uniform on his body was spotless because of the protection of magic: "I will never be under your control in the future.
Sign the application, never!”
"No matter how strong the wind and snow in the North are, the barbarians will not bow their heads; no matter how beautiful the woman next door is, the barbarians will still go to the front door to propose marriage." Rock finished the proverb meticulously, and then pulled the blood lord up with a "chirp":
"You want to ruin my business?"
"What's there to do with your affairs? If I want to, it won't be difficult to marry a hundred princesses. I just want to go out and walk around." Maybe it's because he hasn't smiled for a long time, Mafa's smile is a bit stiff: "Tsk, tsk,
It’s really not a place for people to stay there - it’s been several days, when will it be over?”
"There are so many people inside, including many old masters. Are you not as good as them? I'm so ashamed of you!" Rock shook his head, but there was no corresponding expression of contempt on his face: "His work should be completed soon. Right? I remembered that when I was a child, I secretly sharpened a stone knife and worked on it under the eyes of the housekeeper. I used it for almost this long..."
"With a head like yours that is a mixture of wood and ice, you didn't make Cohen angry when you were with him?" The Blood Lord's mouth began to be sinister again: "The weapon he made this time is not for killing wild rats. You grind it?" Can the stone film compare?"
As if echoing the blood lord's words, the magic barrier behind the two men trembled at this moment, and even the surrounding mountains heard a low "buzzing" sound, followed by an invisible wave. Tiny sand and stones began to "sand" fall down. The two people standing at the entrance of the cave could clearly feel that an energy was being compressed and then expanded - with a "whoosh" sound, the two people's hair outwards It exploded and turned into disgrace.
"Inspect the barrier!" Someone whispered in a stern tone, and a team of magicians rushed out from the darkness and carefully inspected every corner of the barrier.
Through the translucent water curtain, the rocks could see the sweat stains on their heads - they were really nervous. This set of barriers had to withstand dozens of energy explosions every day, and the magicians had been severely overdrawn on their magic power and physical strength.
"We can't help at all, but I hope things inside go smoothly." Traditionally, even if what is happening in front of them is related to their life and death, the barbarians never sigh, but as a subordinate, Rock's heart is The worry became more and more intense. Barbarians are not elves, and they cannot use magic to calm their emotions, but fortunately they have ways to divert their attention, so the rock turned to look at the blood lord: "Why do you want to fight me? Mine I mean, why do you come here and get beaten every few days?"
"Life is a scale, and opportunities are weights, good weights and bad weights, but there must always be a balance. If you always have good luck, you will be jealous." The blood lord must be in a good mood, because he never tires of it. Playing charades with barbarians: "You have to try to understand that people can't always be lucky, so whenever I get a benefit, I will take the initiative to find a balance. For example, last time I eliminated a gang and ran away I went and got punched by you."
"You mean, you got benefits again, so you came here to be beaten?" The barbarian looked at the elated Blood Lord, and finally realized: "Actually, you came here to show off."
"It can't be said that I'm showing off..." The Blood Lord stood up and adjusted the position of the sword on his waist with his hands, his movements were a little exaggerated: "But you are indeed the most suitable candidate. Not only do you dare to attack me, but you also have enough power. Loyalty and just the right amount of intelligence.”
"Where did this sword come from?" Sure enough, the barbarian's attention was attracted. As a warrior, Rock's preference for weapons is no less than the elves' enthusiasm for art, and the blood lord's sword is so special—— The style of the sword hilt is different from before, and there are strange patterns on the dark green scabbard. Yes, the Blood Lord is here to show off!
"Just now, with my sharp eyesight and quick hands, I grabbed the opportunity to change my clothes first." The Blood Lord took out another dagger and trimmed his nails. This dagger has a natural shape, with a dim main body and a few unidentifiable gems inlaid on it. But the sharp edge of the blade shone with a strange light.
Not to mention holding such a weapon in your hand, even if you look at it, the rocks will be very enthusiastic.
Marfa's skill was so good that the dagger was extremely sharp. When the blade passed over the nails, it was silent and smooth. After trimming all ten fingers, the Blood Lord said to the coveted rock: "By the way, someone asked me to
Notifying you, go in quickly and get your weapons."
"Listen to me and tell the truth." The barbarian came closer, stretched out his huge palm, and placed it carefully between his mouth and the blood lord's ear, and then "softly" said to the blood lord: "You are a
Bitch!”
Then, he turned his tall body around and rushed into the magic barrier "dengdengdeng" to find someone to collect benefits.
Along the way, the guards opened several major doors and barriers for the rock, allowing him to enter the core hall of the cave. He entered the door with gentle steps, but the first thing he saw was the dwarf master forger, who was crouching in a cave.
In the midst of the hard work, I muttered to myself.
This is the tradition of dwarf craftsmen. The master is praying for his work, thanking the God of Fire and the God of Casting for his adult beauty... Although Rock is impatient, he can only wait quietly, because no warrior will offend someone at this time.
A master foundry.
"Rock, you have new equipment."
Cohen came out of the cubicle wiping his hands. He usually dressed casually, but now he was even more simple, wearing only a close-fitting soft jacket. He nodded to the master who got up, and the master walked to the shelf next to him and picked up a
Something that made Rock's heart beat faster - it was a long-handled weapon between a war knife and a horizontal sword. This thing had a thick blade and was completely black. The first impression it gave Rock was that it was as strong and brutal as himself!
From the perspective of barbarians, barbarism is not a derogatory term, it is an honor.
But if you look closely, you will find that there is softness hidden in the tough lines of the long knife. Every detail is extremely exquisite. Even a superficial line will clearly explain where it appears, where it changes, and where it ends.
It will be interrupted, wrong, or missing in the middle!
However, none of this is special, because there is also a row of gray crystals arranged on the spine of the knife. The color difference in the middle causes it to be shaped like a half-closed pupil of a monster. The center also reflects a few rays of blue light from time to time - the rock is originally
He was aroused by this weapon, but because of this set of gems, he became more cautious.
After experiencing a bloody storm, Rock knows that this set of gems must have a great origin and must be very powerful!
Cohen and the master looked at each other, both satisfied with the rock's caution and calmness.
"The value of this sword cannot be measured in terms of money, and its power is beyond your ability to estimate now. I am sure that she will not insult your strength and courage. On the contrary, it is you. You may not be worthy of her." Master.
He raised his hands with a serious expression: "Do your best, Rock, to get close to her! Get to know her! Get to grips with her!"
The master's height is much shorter than the rock, but at this moment, his momentum is undoubtedly superior to the rock.
Rock took a step back, clasped his hands on his chest, and swore to the master according to the etiquette of the barbarian coming-of-age ceremony: "I, Rock! I will obey the master's warning!"
"She is different from ordinary weapons. No one can name her." Cohen took the long knife from the master's hand, used an ambiguous name for it, and then slowly put "her" into the rock's hand: "
You drip blood, and if it succeeds, she can have her own name."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Rock never doubted Cohen's words. He immediately followed the master's instructions, put his finger on the blade and pressed lightly. The blood flowed along the blade and penetrated into the row of crystals on the spine of the blade.
Soon, the misty gray on the crystal gradually turned into a thick red.
In an instant, a wave of fluctuations washed between the rock and the long knife, and the soft hum of magic sounded, like a tactful low chant, echoing in the mind of the rock. It was full of temptation, and it was hard to tell whether it was seductive or seductive.
It was so holy that even this determined barbarian couldn't help but feel confused.
"Hold on, Rock." Cohen reminded him: "Take the knife!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" The blushing Rock reached out and took the long knife. Although the muscles in his arm kept twitching, the long knife was held firmly in his hand.
At the blade, a cold light kept flashing back and forth. Finally, from beginning to end, a group of strange golden characters appeared on the handle of the knife. Those protruding strokes, each stroke looked very wild individually, but the combination
When they are together, they seem reserved.
Strange thoughts came along the handle of the knife, which expanded the rock's perception range. Not only did it extend beyond the entire room, but it was also connected to a certain node at the door of the cave. The shape of the perception range was like a huge dumbbell, and any movement in it was
Know it in your chest.
Rock knew it was time, and the mind that was trying to resist relaxed. The thoughts coming from the weapon immediately surrounded him. After a gentle vibration, it made up for every shortcoming in his perception! He even felt that there were many of himself surrounding him.
, paying close attention to everything around him, his gaze can even penetrate the stone wall!
"Do you know the benefits? Now let's see what the name of your weapon is." Cohen smiled enigmatically and read out the meaning hidden in the set of textures: "On a road full of thorns, only perseverance can clear the obstacles.
The user has loyalty and determination, and in the name of magic, we will give him sensitivity and sharpness to live up to the name of 'Thunder'."
"Your knife is called Thunder, understand it well!" Cohen nodded and smiled at the rock: "You have to know that this is not an ordinary long knife. The rebellious elf attached to the knife is very interesting. It is better than yours.
A great elf is even more agile."
"Rebellious Elf?" Rock was confused, but his intuition told him that this was not reassuring news.
"The so-called rebellious elves are ancient elves who were exiled for violating clan rules. They had a rough life experience and were enslaved because of their appearance. After death, their souls are still imprisoned in these crystals. They originally only existed as tools for charm magic, but now
Awakened by..., memory and wisdom have been restored." Cohen pointed to the spar on the spine of the knife: "To put it simply, there are nine female elves accompanying you. By the way, they are all disaster-level women."
"Ah?" No matter how dull the rock is, he still understands the word "disaster water". The string of chants just now impressed him deeply.
But before he could express anything, Cohen issued an eviction order: "Get out of here, now you have something to do."
The worried Rock went out with a long knife in his hands. It seemed that he had something on his mind. After the door behind him was closed, Cohen sighed with a strange smile: "I'm getting worse and worse... tsk tsk."
"This is a good combination, the force of the barbarians and the magic of the elves. The former is hot-blooded, the latter is not affected by emotions, plus abundant magical power..." The master said behind Cohen: "I can hardly imagine that at present
Is there any weapon in the human world that can compete with this?"
Cohen nodded: "As for the future, it depends on their cooperation."
"However, when I saw the thunder awakening, my curiosity about that armor became more intense. Come to think of it, a weapon made of just leftover materials has such elegance..." The dwarf master sighed: "Your Majesty, please hurry up and freeze
The condition of the armor.”
"Listen to others and eat enough." Cohen nodded: "Then let's get started!"
The master pulled off the drawstring, and the magic barrier covering half of the hall was released, revealing the bottomless black hole behind. The hot air rushed in, and the fiery red magma flew out and burned on the cave wall next to it.
There are countless small holes.
The master loosened another winch. Amidst the continuous sound of the machine, the surface of the magma began to undulate violently, forming a huge whirlpool! Slowly, a huge armor emerged from below - like a saint born in flames.
Like other things, it has extremely high temperatures and can even directly evaporate the moisture in the air!
The fiery red magma is boiling, and it seems to be trying to drag the armor down with all its strength, refusing to let him go - but the armor rises proudly and firmly, without a trace of nostalgia!
With the winch in place, the armor trembled slightly, shaking off a few bits of magma attached to the surface, and then slid forward along the stone wall - this was really a huge piece of armor, almost as tall as Bai Ying transforming into a giant dragon.
!
The entire armor is hinged from sheets of dense metal, with almost no gaps visible. Apart from the lines that make up the magic circle, there is no extraneous pattern on the shining surface.
The shape of the helmet is slender, with two dragon horn spikes branching upward from the auricles. The lower edge of the visor extends to the collarbone. The eyes are two transparent crystals. The entire shape is a cold human face, coupled with the toughness
The lines look evil and dangerous. There are twelve dragon scales arranged in a flower shape on the chest, two broad shoulder armors are connected behind the neck, and a bright red cloak is drawn out...
Cohen stood in front of the huge armor, looked up, and was silent for a while.
The huge helmet was lowered, and he was also looking at Cohen, seeming to question this ordinary human being.
Just standing in front of this armor, Cohen can feel the power coming towards him. He is not born for defense, but for killing! The magic waves prepared for killing are spreading like ripples at this moment, but they are
Hard to notice.
"Don't you want to see what the name of your armor is?" This time, it was the master's turn to laugh, with a hint of teasing in his voice, because Cohen rarely had the embarrassment of having nowhere to start: "I'm very impatient, barrels of good wine.
Waiting for me outside."
"Promise me one thing, Master." Cohen turned his head and said solemnly: "You must not get drunk to death."
The master's face changed in an instant. The reason why he didn't jump and curse was because Cohen had already put his hands on the armor, and those bright red blood lines were extending along the trajectory of the magic circle, just like the cloth being dyed!
With the soft sound of "Buzz-Buzz...", different magic arrays were awakened by the blood and emitted colorful lights. All parts of the armor began to shake, but Cohen's hand on the armor was firmly attracted.
The joints made a crisp sound, as if they were supporting an unparalleled weight!
After two dragon roars, countless monsters roared, and magic even flew out of the armor to attack Cohen!
"Backlash!" The master who had been prepared huddled under the iron felt in the side corner, and unfolded a thick shield in front of him, his eyes glowing green: "How spectacular!"
The halo hit hard, and with a "pop!" sound, the floor under Cohen's feet cracked!
Hundreds of scorching and dazzling light beams flew from all over the armor. Cohen roared, and his golden fighting spirit was fully activated. He only heard the sound of "Silk..." and the clothes on Cohen's back opened with holes!
The armor changes shape everywhere, just like a huge Warcraft standing up and choosing the part of its lower mouth!
Then, this huge monster started to bite!
"Ah - ah - ah!" Cohen roared loudly, his feet sliding on the ground. The air flow was raging everywhere, and sand and rocks were flying throughout the hall. Under the strong pressure, the wall panels dented inward, and debris shot out like darts.
shoot!
Cohen finally stabilized his steps, and his whole person was shrouded in a blue halo. The blue light accumulated more and more, and was not affected by the air flow. It burned like a flame, gradually igniting the legs of the armor, and gradually rose towards the
The helmet was flooded - the armor seemed to become transparent, with countless lines of magic arrays appearing on the surface and inside, and becoming brighter and brighter!
Those materials whose names could be told, as well as those whose origins were unknown, were flashing everywhere in the armor. Along with countless unwilling roars and struggles, they were eroded by the blue light... In the end, the entire armor seemed to be shrouded in a
In a blue flame!
"This kind of scene is unique!" The master's shield was clanged and his hair and beard were blown like tangled grass, but he still gave a vigorous cheer: "Your Majesty - try harder!"
The blue flames soared, reflecting the outline of Cohen. His body seemed to be elongated by a powerful force, and his pupils were dim, as if he had no soul, making it impossible to figure out. But his outline lit up.
Except for the eyes, every part is filled with weird power that shakes the mind, making people dare not face it!
Under the burning of the blue flames, the roars in the armor gradually subsided, and the size of the armor gradually shrank, but the airflow in the hall showed signs of intensifying - although the shrinking process of the armor was not too long, it can give people
The feeling is the opposite, even watching becomes a very dangerous thing.
Finally, when the armor shrunk to its normal shape, Cohen roared and pushed hard with both hands!
"Crash!" The armor turned into dozens of pieces, and everything flying in the hall was solidified - different from true stillness, debris and debris were still spinning in the air, but their trajectory was blocked by blue light!
Only the parts of the armor can still move, first a few pieces of breastplates flew up, then the leg armors, shoulder armors, arm armors... all the parts floated at an arm's length from Cohen, adjusting their shape according to his body shape, and then
, in a burst of "crack!", all combined on Cohen!
The blue light flows back to the armor like water, flashing on the surface for a few times before blending into the metal. From top to bottom, every component is emitting light, and gradually turns from silver to deep black, and from deep black to translucent.
There were also wisps of white smoke coming out of cracks everywhere.
"What is forged by the hammer is just a rough embryo. My body is the real furnace, burning blood as fire, devoting my soul as a medium... Good, good, good! I finally see this step. It turns out that I can really
Complete the last smelting step on the body!"
The master who was hiding in a safe place was stammering a little now. The change in the color of the armor and the white smoke were an interpretation of the myth of the dwarf craftsman, because in the legend, the world's first armor was in
It was molded on the body of the God of Forging. Being able to truly see this scene was extremely happy for the master. He should be grateful to Cohen.
The magic graphics and text have been absorbed into the metal, and only the general veins are visible on the surface of the armor. A set of characters appears on the shoulder armor, and the red light surges in the strokes, like rushing magma... So far, no more strange scenes have appeared.
, it seems that the armor has recognized Cohen as its master and properly protected him.
The air flow finally dissipated, and everything floating in the air lost its support and fell to the ground with a crash. Even though the master struggled hard, he was half buried - of course, he was a dwarf and had inherent flaws in this aspect. But he did not
He didn't care, but ran over eagerly and looked at Cohen up and down.
The design concept of the armor is bold and advanced, so the shape is naturally different from other armors. From the surface, the armor is not thick. If it is classified, it can only be regarded as the thinnest plate armor, which seems to be unstoppable.
Two or three heavy hammer attacks. Especially there are partial extensions on the shoulders, helmet, waist and other positions. These changes cannot strengthen the defense, and it is difficult for people to guess their functions.
The craftsmanship and techniques used to build it are extremely sophisticated, and every line, and even the force of each hammer, has taken into consideration the function and actual needs. Of course, it is unrealistic to require simple style for something made by a master, but the degree of gorgeousness is not the same.
Not too exaggerated - it's refined and elegant, but not flashy; it has an alternative style, but it's far from outrageous.
Wearing something like this on Cohen can also set off his identity.
"Although it is not entirely my credit, I still have to say that this is the most exquisite work in my life!" The master looked bored: "I can never build the same armor again..."
"Really?" Cohen's voice came from the helmet, cold and deep.
"Of course! You have almost all the treasures of Bis Continent on your body! Even if I find the same materials again, where can I find these people to help me? Also, there will be no second you in this world!" Master
His eyes widened: "What's the name of the armor? What does this strange line of text mean?"
"I was born out of confusion and sorrow, and have nothing to do with any virtue. Everything I have is just for conquest. I don't need to consider the purpose, and I don't care about gains and losses, because my master will give guidance - Genesis!"
"That name is too...well, it's a job of killing heads anyway." The master smacked his lips: "Here, show me..."
"Do you think I'm a circus tricker?" Cohen said: "Don't forget your oath and honor, Master Dwarf!"
"Okay, you can call me dwarf from now on, I give up." The master suddenly jumped up: "Why don't you hurry up!"
"Stand away..." Cohen stretched out his left hand and sent the master to the farthest corner with a soft force. Then, through the weird visor, his voice came out: "Try the simplest one first.
…”
"Hiss!" The angle of the spikes on both shoulders of the armor changed. Misty brilliance flashed through, and traces of mist were generated from the metal surface, flowing down to the ground. In an instant, the temperature in the entire hall dropped sharply, and the breath turned into ice!
"Wait, wait, wait a minute..." The master in the distance didn't even have time to sneeze, and found himself surrounded by biting cold. Every muscle was shrunk into a ball, and he couldn't move at all!
"Your mission has been completed." Cohen ignored the master and walked straight to the black hole: "Sleep here!"
Frost crystals appeared, falling into the cave one by one, shining under the red light, as beautiful as a winter snow - but the rolling magma sent out waves of terrifying screams!
Each falling ice crystal can freeze a large mass of magma in an instant, turning it into a stone and sinking. After a while, this feverish red color has turned into a black stone without any heat at all!
"The effect is good. It doesn't cost me any magic power." Cohen turned his head and pointed his finger, and a warm breath immediately enveloped the master: "This is the least powerful magic."
"Cococo, but this is beyond any ice magic!" The master's body has warmed up, but his mind is still stuck in the extreme cold just now.
"What I'm saying is, let's have another penultimate one!"
"Wait a moment!"
The master spoke a little slower, because Cohen had already snapped his fingers, and a petal appeared on his chest. In just a flash, two transparent ripples extended out with his outstretched arms, like two stretched flying wings! It’s just that
This time Cohen learned his lesson and avoided the direction of the master - the latter was lying on the ground and tearing apart one of the most precious protective scrolls!
The ripples fell into the stone wall without any sound or movement.
"Ah, fortunately you are just scary!" The master stood up with half of the scroll, a little frightened: "Don't worry, the power is beyond expectations. As long as you experience it a few more times, you will definitely be able to use it skillfully... But stay away from me!"
"Of course." Cohen nodded: "Short, I don't want you to nag me around!"
"You..." Hearing this title, the master almost jumped into rage again, but he finally held it back, and then said: "Do you want to celebrate?"
"Even so, before you start celebrating, I still have to remind you." Cohen stretched out his left hand, and a sword that had been forged floated over and disappeared in his hand - obviously,
This armor carries space magic, and Cohen has gained insight into many secrets that do not belong to mortals.
"What do you want to remind?" the master asked him nervously.
"This place is going to collapse!" While saying this, Cohen had already run to the door! (To be continued)