"What is this?" The little boy turned the thing in his hand over and over, looked at it, and then raised it to see that it was a white metal cylinder with exquisite patterns etched on the surface. "This is the knight's greaves, the armor on the feet." The big man said.
Take the thing, take it away from his hand, and then put a high-top helmet on the latter's head.
The latter immediately felt darkness in front of his eyes, and hurriedly used his hands to support the heavy helmet, but accidentally knocked it top-heavy on a nearby charred wooden pillar, which immediately caused a burst of good-natured laughter.
The girl with thick eyebrows couldn't help but roll her eyes at everyone, and then glared at the big man, which made the latter feel guilty for a while. She walked forward in three steps and took off the helmet. The dizzy little boy looked like this
Only then did he see the light again and gain a firm foothold.
However, after he shook his head vigorously, he looked pitifully at the high-top helmet in the girl's hand.
Seeing this scene, the big man couldn't help laughing.
The girl with thick eyebrows glanced at the little boy angrily and said, "Here you go." Then she threw the helmet over. The latter almost fell over before he could catch the helmet and hold it carefully as if it were a treasure.
Look at her.
"I haven't learned well since I was a child." The girl with thick eyebrows secretly resented it, causing everyone to laugh happily again.
Hipamila watched this scene with interest. Her detached attitude allowed her to maintain a natural leadership position among everyone, but everyone took it for granted, as if a priest was not like a noble if he was not like this.
Same thing.
And someone explained to her: "Master Priest, Paluk's father is a knight who has declined. The family assets are not enough for him to continue on this path, so he was sent to Rushta to be an apprentice."
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"If you make enough money within two generations, this title can be inherited. Then you are still a noble after all." Another person said.
Only then did Hipamilla understand why the big man was still quite prestigious among the people. She nodded thoughtfully, which in the eyes of everyone seemed to be recognition of their words, and her attitude became even more respectful for a while.
At this time, the big man in everyone's mouth patted the little boy on the head and praised him: "He is a good knight. When I become rich in the future, you can become my squire."
The little boy didn't seem to understand, and just hugged his 'baby' tightly, which made people laugh again.
But the girl with thick eyebrows looked unhappy: "What's so great about being a tattered knight? You will be an apprentice to my dad honestly. After you complete your studies, my dad will naturally give you the business to take care of."
"Yes, when we marry Miss Adegeya, we will have to call you Mr. Lupac." Others coaxed.
"Bah!" The girl with thick eyebrows blushed and raised her eyebrows at everyone.
The big man just smiled and shook his head.
Everyone was joking, but their hands were not slow. They each picked out a self-defense weapon from the ruins. Even the girl with thick eyebrows pulled a crossbow from the charred wall. The bow was a little burnt, but the string was not.
It was intact, and then he dug out a palm-sized dagger from the rubble and stuck it on his waist.
The big man then directed them to find a few sets of cotton armor from the armor racks that had not been burned yet and put them on. For untrained people, this was probably the only armor they could handle, but it was still cumbersome to put on.
Fortunately, although the big man came from a poor family, he had received a complete knight education. Not only was he rich in experience, he at least had sufficient theory.
He himself put on a piece of chain mail and a breastplate. After a lot of effort, he directed others to help him put it on, put on a light helmet, and tied a belt around his chin. Then he took it out of the burnt barrel.
A double-sided sword, the sword was perfectly tempered, with a faint blue light emitting from the surface. The big man flicked the edge of the sword very professionally, making a crisp sound.
"As expected of the imperial capital, you won't be able to find such a beautiful sword in the best blacksmith shop in the countryside of Rosik."
As he spoke, he shouldered his sword. He looked like a young knight on foot or at least a knight's squire.
Hipamilla tilted her head and looked at the armors, which were too thin and too light. This was her evaluation. She thought how could such light armors be qualified? The Dragon Knights of the Earth Temple weighed at least half a ton when fully armed.
Including mounts, even the walking knight only reduces the weight of the half-body armor. But the upper-body armor is not much different from that of the dragon knight.
In her mind, the assault armor designed by the lord for the cavemen is in line with her aesthetics. Of course, the weight of the armor used for sprint assault is naturally more flexible than the knight's standard armor.
However, she didn't say it out loud, knowing that it was a matter of politeness. Everyone thought that the priest looked down on these things at all, of course, although he did look down on them.
They walked through two streets all the way to get here. Fortunately, they didn't meet any secret cultists along the way. The wolves from earlier seemed to have dispersed into the city, so the journey was considered safe. But who
There is no guarantee that he will have such good luck in the future, and the big man happens to know that there is such a weapons workshop nearby, and the old man's legs are not flexible and he needs to stop and rest at any time, so he proposed to take a rest here and find some self-defense.
weapons used.
Hipamila vaguely felt something when passing through this area. There was naturally some connection between the planeswalker and the destiny card. When she heard what the other party said, she naturally agreed.
They were indeed lucky. When they arrived at the weapons workshop, it was only half-burnt, and everyone in the shop had already fled. After everyone knocked down the wall to put out the fire, they actually found a lot of good things in the house and under the ruins.
Everyone was in high spirits, and the activity of "dividing the spoils" was popular there. Although these swords and armors were now buried under the ruins and discarded like worn-out shoes, they were worth a lot of money in ordinary times. Therefore, they were in disarray.
Wearing a helmet and holding a variety of nondescript weapons, he looked ridiculous, but he was full of interest.
Hipamilla didn't urge her. She came to the other side of the weapons workshop alone, muttering words in her mouth, stretched out her hand and pointed between the bricks, and an imperceptible light blue light spread out from her fingertips.
Submerged among the ruins.
The girl with thick eyebrows who followed her all the way looked at this scene with great admiration and asked cautiously: "What is this, Lord Priest?"
"My name is Hipamila. This is a spell." Hipamila replied seriously.
"A spell." The girl with thick eyebrows murmured again. She thought to herself that this is a spell. This is the second time that the priest has shown a miracle. The other party does not look like a parish priest who treats her like a magic spell.
Treasure the magic broom.
She didn't know that the abilities of the parish priests were limited. Their work was often heavy, and each holy spell had to be considered before being used to ensure that it was used in the right place.
Hipamila continued to explain: "This spell can ensure that we can see the hidden magic ripples."
The latter listened as if he was in a cloud, and nodded as if he understood. But in his heart, he thought that the priest was really approachable. If the priest of the parish didn't even bother to explain to the common people.
Soon, Hipamilla saw circles of ripples seeping out from under the masonry, some were large, some were small, some were thin, some were dense. She turned a blind eye to the others and only stretched out her hand to grab one of them. There was a crash, and something came out.
Rising from beneath the ruins.
The girl with thick eyebrows was startled. She didn't need Hipamilla to tell her, she knew that this must be another spell. As for the specific spell, she didn't need to know, but she saw what rose from under the masonry.
A pair of silver-white gauntlets.
The gauntlets are made of light and thin metal, stacked on top of each other and strung together. The surface is plated with a layer of silver-white metal, and densely etched with beautiful patterns. There is a carving on each finger nail.
The fine silver sheep heads are each inlaid with a magnificent fine ruby, which exudes soft light under the firelight and is extremely beautiful.
"Ah." The girl with thick eyebrows couldn't help but exclaimed.
The gauntlet floated towards Hippamila. The priestess reached out to catch it, but she didn't pay attention to the gauntlet itself. Instead, she stretched out her fingers and stuck them on the inside of it. Sure enough, there was another layer inside the leather inner padding. She
With a gentle rub, a golden card slipped out.
Before she could even look at the face of the card, the card emitted a golden light. When she took it into her hand, she found that the face of the card had completely changed.
First, the card on the golden stage turned into silver, depicting a nun holding the Holy Grail, chanting loudly, surrounded by ghosts, but immune to all evil. The card reads:
Iron Bark Anthem
beliefiv
Light 5, Earth 5
【Enchantment】
Pay mana and select a target to gain immunity 3. (Immune to 3 or less damage, or increase defense by 30%)
To maintain, Iron Hymn exists permanently, but every time it is maintained to the next stage, mana needs to be paid again.
‘The will is as iron and the heart is as solid as gold’
As soon as Hipamilla's index finger touched the slightly cold card surface, a voice came from her heart: "Hey, Hipamilla?"
"Lord!" Miss Priest was so happy that she didn't even care about the fate cards. She calmed down and replied: "Lord, I am here."
"What's wrong with you? Why can I suddenly contact you?" Brando's voice was a little confused.
"I understand, maybe it's because I just assimilated a card and the planeswalker's ability was automatically strengthened." Hipamira thought for a moment before replying.
"Assimilated the card?"
Hipamilla concentrated her mind, and the card and the pair of gauntlets appeared in her mind.
Brando was in the ruins of the Cat and Beard Hotel, but could not find any useful clues. There was still a trace of Gaia's blood among the ruins. In addition, it was the remains of the secret cultists.
Corpse.
The angel Akroma is suspended in mid-air. At this moment, its size has shrunk to the same size as an ordinary person, but it is still unsmiling and looks like it should not be approached by strangers.
This is a demigod.
Compared with the golden people Brando had seen, they were a little more sacred, but less human. They always reminded him of things like the giant god Milos, as if they were pure war machines.
At this time, when Hipamilla concentrated his attention, he immediately saw what the latter saw. "Huh?" He let out a soft sigh, but the first thing he noticed was the gauntlet. There was no way it was like this.
The player's instinct, a page of light blue frame has subconsciously bounced on his retina.
"Is this a fake Fist of Terraros?"
"What are the Fists of Terraros, my lord?"
"The Fist of Terraros is part of the armor of Faenzan's strongest knight. In addition to its own attributes... excellent protection, each of the sheep heads on its nails stores a powerful blessing, eight in total.
From left to right are the seal of admiration for virtue, the sword of good deeds, the shield of praise, the heart of fearlessness, the crown of glory, the place of martyrdom, the words of humility, the selfless spirit, corresponding to the eight virtues of knights, and the eight blessings.
It can increase the wearer's strength to a higher level."
"Ah?" Hipamilla didn't care about the light gauntlet at first, but she was also startled at this time: "So powerful?"
"Of course, the one you have is probably just a fake of the dwarf master. Although the workmanship is not inferior to the original in any way, the blessing in the sheep's head can only be used once a day. It is not continuously effective like the original."
Brando glanced at the data on the light blue menu. The properties of the fake Fist of Terraros were slightly worse than the original, but at least it was the work of the dwarf master. The original version adhered to the tradition of the magic equipment from the War of Saints era.
Characteristics: Only a single attribute is added, with 74 points of strength. The fake product uses new technology after the First Era, with 44 points of strength and 15 points of constitution. In fact, it reaches the threshold of an ancient item.
This is a rare fake that looks almost like the original.
"Lord, your equipment?" Hipamilla wanted to say that in the last battle, his equipment was damaged and in pieces.
But Brando shook his head and interrupted her: "This thing is more useful to you, and it doesn't improve me much. It is one of the most suitable equipment to match the mountain range. It's a pity that if it is the original version, this thing
You can make your combat power surpass mine now."
He said that he shook his head in disbelief. The Fist of Terraros disappeared with the death of Knight Terraros after the Battle of the Saints. Also missing with it was his famous set of
Knight Armor, the hub of the end.
This thing has never been found by players in Amber Sword. According to everyone's guess, it should be that the version has not yet released this thing.
Brando then looked at the destiny card. In comparison, he was not so surprised by this destiny card. Since he became a real planeswalker, he understood that since the Battle of the Saint, the real planeswalker has been there.
There are almost no Warnds, but there are many apprentices with one or two cards like Girende who have the potential to become planeswalkers.
