Chapter seven hundred and ninety-ninth casting sword
Chapter 799 Forging a Sword
"Come on, you kid, stop pretending to me. We haven't seen each other for a long time. I really saw the right person at the beginning. Come here, I will introduce you to you. This is Master Northam, his proud disciple Gryffindor.
But those who have reached the peak of level 19 are only one step away from the legendary realm. You kid should learn more and don't do your job all day long and embarrass me." Anduin called Lin Li over and introduced him to the man next to him.
The skinny old man's words coupled with the proud look on his face were a typical example of someone who would make someone angry and not pay for his life.
"Master Northam," although Lin Li has never met Northam, he is familiar with Northam's disciple Gryffindor. However, although he has no good impression of Gryffindor, he is not just messing around with Anduin.
.
The Master Northen looked to be in his sixties, with a skinny figure and gray hair, and a thin face full of wrinkles. Except for his still sharp eyes, he looked no different from ordinary old people. After hearing Anduin's words
After the introduction, he did not get angry. Instead, he nodded slightly and said in a hoarse voice: "Yes, Anduin really got a good student. You are already level 23, you are almost surpassing your teacher."
From Anduin's introduction just now, anyone who is not deaf can tell that the relationship between Anduin and Master Northen is not harmonious. Lin Li's face showed no expression, but there was something more in his heart.
Be careful and observe the other person carefully.
"This is one of the arbiters of the Supreme Council, Master Megald." Anduin did not respond to Northam's words, but introduced another tall old man to Lin Li.
"Master Megald," Lin Li raised his eyebrows slightly. From the moment he entered the door, he felt that Master Anduin, whose strength was once unfathomable in his eyes, should have the same level 23 strength as himself.
.Although Master Nossen looks like an ordinary old man, his strength is also level 23. Master Megeld is the only one who can't tell what his strength is, but this can also
To illustrate a point, if I still can’t see through it with my peak strength of level 23, then I’m afraid there are only those who are strong at the sanctuary level.
Another thing that caught Lin Li's attention was Megald's identity, one of the arbiters of the Supreme Council. If he remembered correctly, Anduin and Northam should also be members of the Supreme Council, and it seemed that the two were competing for a
The position of the arbiter. This time, two people participated in the action at the same time. I don’t know if it has anything to do with the competition between them.
It seems that Aldwin is waiting for them. With the strength of these three people, let alone a bet, it will be absolutely effortless to grab the key directly from the hands of the Storm Sword Master. Of course, this world is not everything.
The Supreme Council has the final say, and they also have certain scruples in their actions. The Supreme Council is also interested in Osric's tomb. No wonder Medellin looks unhappy.
"Well, very good, Anduin taught a good student." Megeld looked at Lin Li with no expression on his face. It seemed that Lin Li's disproportionate age and strength did not surprise him at all.
After saying something perfunctory, he didn't look at Lin Li anymore. He turned his attention to Aldwin and said, "Odwin, go ahead and arrange the bet. I believe that kid Olagir won't."
I won’t refuse again.”
That child of Alakir... Lin Li secretly shuddered. The only person in the world who could call Storm Sword Master that child was this old monster who had lived for who knows how many years.
In the world of Anriel, except for fools, there is probably no one who dares not to give face to the strong men of the Sanctuary. The Storm Sword Master is not a fool. Besides, the Magic Guild is not asking for the key, it is just asking to continue.
It's just a bet. If the Magic Guild loses again in this bet, then even Megald, as the arbiter, won't be so shameless as to snatch it away.
Magician blacksmith? I am afraid that even the arbiter of the sanctuary, Megeld, cannot create a decent magic weapon. This is actually like asking a warrior to draw magic patterns. It is a pity that his own adventure guild
There are not just warriors involved. Until now, Olagir feels that this wonderful move is the proud work of his life.
Soon, the Oranna Magic Guild and the Adventure Guild reached a consensus on the previous bet. The place to complete the bet was not placed in a public place in Oranna City, but at the Storm Sword Saint Orla.
In Gil's own forging workshop. Regarding this point, Ola Gil also expressed some kindness to Megeld. After all, every tool in his forging workshop is of the highest quality, which has a great influence on the success rate of forging.
of addition.
"Aldwin, this is my private forging workshop. If you need anything else, I'll have someone prepare it for you, so you won't have to worry about losing and saying I won't give you a chance." Although Olagir agreed to the bet.
, but I was already the winner, and now I have to continue the bet, how could I feel happy? Anyway, today, the Megeld I was afraid of did not come, so naturally I didn’t have to give Aldwin a good look.
"You don't have to ask me. Regarding forging matters, just ask him." Aldwin was not angry, and stretched out his hand to introduce Lin Li next to Olagir.
Olagir thought it was someone from the Supreme Council who took action, but he did not expect that Odwin introduced a young magician, but why did this magician look so familiar. Suddenly, Olagir frowned, and a thought came to his mind.
A memory, I couldn't help but be surprised: "It's you!"
Lin Li touched his nose sheepishly, took two steps forward, and said, "Mr. Olagir, we meet again."
A detoxifying potion was exchanged for a legendary magic crystal. This is something Olagir will never forget even if he dies. In order to hunt the legendary Saloman snake, the Adventurer's Guild mobilized six adventure teams, resulting in countless casualties.
Even he himself was poisoned by the salamander. It was this boy who handed over a detoxification potion without saying anything. It was not until he drank the potion that he said he wanted to get something from the salamander. As a result,
The most precious legendary magic crystal was taken away by this kid right in front of his eyes. Although he would not hate a young man, but watching the legendary magic crystal being taken away, there was no medicine for the heartache.
capable of elimination.
"Young man, no wonder Salamander will die in your hands. He is indeed young and promising." Alakir has already seen that the young man was only at the level of a great mage, but how long has it been?
He has actually entered the realm of legend, and the powerful magic power fluctuations even show signs of surpassing him.
"Ding ding ding ding..." An extremely rhythmic knocking sound sounded in the forging workshop.
Just hearing this clear and sweet voice, all the members of the Adventurer's Guild present, including the forging master Ora Gil, suddenly felt their hearts in their throats. They knew that no matter what skills the young magician had,
Just by making such a sound, it is definitely worthy of the level of a high-level blacksmith.
Lin Li stood on the forging platform, and his movements were as smooth as clouds. Even without the help of an assistant, there was no sluggishness in any link. Or, the people watching below had a feeling that if an assistant really had to be put in, maybe it would make things worse.
His movements were affected.
This is simply a kind of enjoyment. The percussion sound is like beautiful music, and the smooth movements are more like graceful dance. Everyone is even in a trance, forgetting where they are and why they are here. Even
Olagir, the forging master, was also immersed in the rhythm, completely forgetting that if he lost the bet, he would lose the key to Osric's tomb.
"Hiss" sound of quenching finally woke everyone up. Everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Lin Li's hand. The long sword that had just been successfully forged, against the background of the fire, exuded an all-cutting power.
Fierce spirit.
"What a sword!" Even without taking a closer look in his hand, Olagir knew that he had lost. He had to admit that even he might not be able to make such a good sword.
Hearing Olagir's exclamation, everyone in the Magic Guild finally breathed a long sigh of relief. It was already a bit unreasonable to ask to continue this bet. If the bet loses, not only will they lose the chance to explore Osric
The opportunity of the mausoleum is also a huge blow to the face of the Magic Guild.
"Master level, definitely the best work of the master level," Olagir took the sword from Lin Li and gently stroked the sword's spine with his fingers. It was really hard to believe that this was actually a magician.
Created.
"How about Olagir? I don't know when you are going to fulfill this bet." Odwin asked with an uncontrollable smile on his face, and he couldn't wait to ask Olagir.
"Don't worry, regarding the bet, our Adventurers Guild will keep its word and won't find excuses to go back on it like some people do." Although Olagir admitted defeat, he still sarcastically said unhappily. After all, it was Osri.
Gram's mausoleum, a huge treasure.
Aldwin and others took the other half of the key and left the Adventurer's Guild happily.
Storm Sword Saint Olagir stared blankly at the long sword in his hand. He couldn't figure out where the Magic Guild found such a pervert. The magician looked like he was just twenty years old. Not only did he have amazing
The magic power fluctuates, and he is so proficient in forging skills. I remember when I met that boy, the boy gave me a potion that could dissolve the poison of the Saloman snake...
Wait, damn, I was deceived. Isn’t that guy the president of the Dusk Tower in Qingfeng Plains? When did he become a member of the Oranna Magic Guild? I made a bet with the Oranna Magic Guild, not with
The Supreme Council made a bet! Alakir swung his sword towards the forging anvil in grief and anger, but was suddenly dodged. Looking at the thick anvil, it had been cut in half like a cucumber.