"Become a god?" The sword master lowered his head and remained silent.
"For you humans, becoming a god is the best choice, and becoming a god is the best result." Elf Elder Salvador said lightly, "Don't dream of embarking on the epic road. As a human, you are not qualified to pursue it forcefully.
The result will only turn you into a withered skeleton, don’t waste the life essence replenished by the tree of eternal life for you.”
"Waste? I can pay for items of equal value to make up for the loss you made in healing me." The sword master raised his head and said. He was a man who had slain an ancient red dragon. He was not as rich as a country, but he was not far behind.
"To make up for our losses?" The elf elder smiled, and he asked the sword master, "What are you going to do to make up for it?"
"There are enough resources in my space ring." The sword master looked at the elf elder. He was not wearing the gray linen clothes he originally wore, but a coarse cloth made of plant fiber. His original clothes,
All have been replaced.
"Keep those resources for yourself!" Seeing the Juggernaut's gaze, the elf elder shook his head, with a hint of sympathy on his face, and the scepter in his hand shook slightly. "Besides, the Titan has already paid for your healing.
Paid for you.”
Faint spatial fluctuations emerged, and then, a set of damaged gray linen clothes, a pair of tattered boots, a belt broken into two parts, a dark blue long sword full of cracks, and a pile of strange-shaped metal fragments
.
"This is?" Seeing the pile of "garbage" that was teleported to him by the elf elder in front of him, the Sword Master, who always had an ordinary face with an indifferent expression, couldn't help but froze for a moment.
"Everything is yours, no less." Seeing the Juggernaut's face begin to darken, the elf elder added, "When I send you into the heart of the Tree of Eternal Life, I will give you everything you need."
The equipment has all been taken off, and I cannot let you bring some irrelevant things into the Eternal Tree. Besides, these things will be like this when they are taken off from you."
"..." After hearing the words of the elf elder, Sword Master Ron stretched out his hand, picked up the dark blue long sword full of cracks, looked at it carefully, and gently touched the cracks on it with his other hand. Muria noticed on the side,
When the sword master Ron touched the cracks, his arms trembled slightly. This was his sword.
"It's just that the inscription circle on it is damaged. After all, the sword body is a legendary metal and can be smelted and recast." Seeing the frowning sword master, the elf elder comforted him.
To put it in perspective, if the staff that he regards as a treasure is damaged due to battle, the elf elders...can't imagine what this is like. The staff is the second life for the mage, and the sword is the second life for the sword master.
A part of the Juggernaut's life.
"Yes, if the sword is broken, it can be recast." Hearing the words of comfort from the elf elder Salvador, Sword Master Ron seemed to respond, and said as if talking to himself.
After finishing speaking, Sword Master Ron placed the long sword that was full of cracks and seemed to be broken into a pile of fragments at any time on his knees, and then picked up the tattered, blood-stained coarse linen clothes, and after a slight touch, he felt
, the frown deepened.
"Human, if I'm not wrong, this set of clothes is the 'Abraham's Blessing', a holy relic left behind by the legendary sage Abraham." Seeing this ruined and unsightly set of linen clothes, the elf elders couldn't help but reveal their eyes.
A hint of regret.
"Well, I got this from a sage." The sword master nodded while holding the blood-stained torn linen clothes.
"A relic of the sage!" Muria's eyes widened, staring at the torn linen in the sword master's hand. She couldn't imagine that something like this, which could be thrown away as trash now, could actually be related to the sage.
You must know that anything that can be related to the word sage is a treasure, without exception. Moreover, this set of relics of the sage named "Abraham's Asylum" is also included in the inherited memory of the Dragon Clan in Muria.
It was recorded and marked emphatically, so Muria’s memory was still fresh.
Because Abraham's Asylum is a legendary defensive suit. Warriors, mages, warlocks, druids...all professions and all races can wear it. The only restriction is that the wearer must be of the good camp.
For many creatures, this kind of restriction is equivalent to no restriction. These alone are enough for Muria to know how precious this set of robes is. There are almost no restrictions. When worn, it has a defense that is difficult for ordinary legends to break through.
However, this was the first time Muria saw a treasure of this level. It was actually in a damaged state and was directly scrapped. Moreover, judging from the situation, it should have been damaged by the legendary Titan Ahiburn.
"It's really the relic of the sage." After receiving the sword master's affirmation, the elf elder couldn't help but cursed: "It's so... so barbaric. They even destroyed the sage's relic. Do they know what this means?"
Seeing the elf elders who were trembling with anger, Muria also nodded with sympathy. At this moment, he also felt that the big boss in the clan who was about to embark on an epic was too heavy-handed. He actually used a defensive type
The legendary suit was completely destroyed.
"Indeed, it's too violent and barbaric." Muria nodded sadly. The first legendary suit he saw was in a damaged state, which was simply intolerable.
"What are you complaining about?" Elf Elder Salvador glared at Muria.
"A legendary suit is just gone."
"It's not your Titan's fault." The handsome blond elf said angrily.
"Can it still be repaired?" Muria looked at the Mai in the sword master's hands with some distress. Although this suit had nothing to do with him, but... he was still heartbroken.
"It can be fixed."
"real."
"Of course." The elf elder glanced at Muria, "As long as you can find the first owner of this suit and get him to take action."
"The first master?" Muria was startled, "The legendary sage, Abraham!"
"Yes, although the name is 'Abraham's Shelter', according to the records in the classics, this set of clothes is just daily clothing made by the sages. Therefore, as long as you can find the sages, repairing the clothes is a very simple matter."
"Elder, don't be joking." Muria smiled coquettishly, "The sages don't know if there has been no news for tens of thousands of years. Where can I find it? Besides, even if I find it, this kind of existence may not look at me."
"I will look at you seriously." The elf elder said calmly, "Even if you are an ant, the sages will treat you equally. Besides, you are much stronger than the ants."
"Uh!" Muria was stunned and speechless by this handsome old elf guy.