Taking the material from the hands of Alafashna, in the hands of the storyteller, the metal turned into the shape of an iron glove. The devil's blood dripped on it, making a hissing sound, as if it had fallen on a red-hot oven.
.The essence is absorbed, leaving a gray residue.
Then the storyteller showed a satisfied smile and said, "This relic is called the Hands of Severity. This name was given to it by its owner, the wizard hunter of Sakhori. This pair of gloves represents the connection between two lives.
He who wears this relic no longer lives for himself, but dies for others.”
At this time, the storyteller once again entered that magical moment of memory.
"The sound of the battle horn broke through the silent night. The "Stern Friend" and I jumped over the fence, knocked the drowsy sentinel to the ground, and then ran wildly down the street.
We were going to the chief's house. Our comrades followed us without making any sound. Only the long howl of the "Stern Friend" warned the people in the village that the time to punish evil had arrived.
We broke into the chief's house, pushed the frightened people against the wall, and stared at them fiercely. There were three people squatting at the back of the room, and a man and a woman used their bodies to block another thin, pale young man. "
"Stern Friend" roared around me, and everyone was afraid of it. It was a giant wolf, as black as coal, and could make people tremble with fear just by looking at it. I took a step forward.
My name is Setre Daimai, and I am a witch hunter. I, my wolves, and my people will never harm the kind-hearted Sakouli people. We will only hunt down those who violate the law and harbor filth.
The Wicked Friend took a few steps forward, but I put my iron glove around his neck.
It's too early now, and the matter can still be resolved without bloodshed. He obeyed my words, but he and I are not in a master-servant relationship, we are brothers.
The man, the chief, shouted: "We haven't hurt anyone."
"If you say you are innocent, then what do you think is evil? You have disobeyed your ancestors and gods, and you have bred filthy arcane power into your bloodline. You have intermarryed with your brothers and sisters to strengthen this bloodline.
And what did you give birth to? A monster."
The man and woman looked at each other in shame. I discovered their crime. The unnatural dark power of these brothers and sisters caused them to incur the curse of witchcraft.
The woman shouted desperately: "Spare him. He won't hurt anyone. You see, his brain is not normal. His mind is like a baby." The pale boy held his hand tightly.
Parents. Although he is tall and strong, his blue eyes are full of innocence and fear.
A child with mental problems will not hurt anyone. What a clever way of saying it.
"Seven fishermen died by the river, killed and disemboweled by the power of magic. They were all good people and had never harmed anyone. Were you just curious and wanted to see what they were made of?" Those pairs
Blue eyes stared at me blankly.
"And those children on the grass next to the bee forest. Maybe you just wanted to play with them, right? And you don't like losing, do you?" His eyes became bright, like those on his white face.
The two blue buttons are the same.
"And what about that girl? You like her, but don't like her resisting you?" A smile appeared on his full lips, and his expression became serious, cruel, and full of mockery.
"That's right." He took off his disguise. Under his mask, he was a smart, cunning, and cunning monster who didn't understand what mercy and kindness were. He was spoiled and had possessions that no mortal should deserve.
The power he possesses. He is not a human, but a wizard.
The young man put his hands on his parents' shoulders, taking away their vitality and sucking their life away like mosquitoes sucking blood. Then he stretched out his hand to me and ordered death to come in my direction.
I was beaten dizzy and fell to my knees. My ears, eyes and nose were bleeding. My iron gloves burst open, and the steel fragments cut my fingers and palms. The little bastard raised his
The other hand, that's it, I'm dead.
Then, a black lightning flashed before my eyes.
"Stern Friend" rushed forward and protected me with his body. The terrible attack smashed his furry body on me and pressed me down. I found myself lying on the ground, and his
My eyes were right in front of me. I realized that my brother was dead.
I roared angrily and lost my mind. I threw the body of "Stern Friend" back at him, then grabbed a dagger with my flesh-mold hand and threw it at the wizard.
The dagger pierced his blue eye, but did not kill him. The boy whimpered, crawling on the ground, groping blindly with his hands, calling his mother's name.
"It's too late to cry now. It was you who killed her." I rushed towards him, pulled the dagger out of his eye, and then slashed it with a knife.
You killed my closest friend. I'm going to kill you. I stopped swinging the knife and threw the dagger to the ground.
No, I won't do it. This wizard has been driven crazy by pain he has never felt before. He is full of helplessness and fear, and is no longer a threat. So according to the law, I have to send him to
To the prison of Threshold. I am Setre Davidimai, servant of Sakhor.
No matter how painful it was, I would never turn into that monster. I would not kill someone just because I wanted to. The others tied up the wizard and I gave my "stern friend" one last hug.
Tragedies like this are why people shouldn't use arcane magic. Arcane magic is not a gift, from spirits, ancestors, or gods. It is a spontaneous curse, and no one is watching over your actions.
, and there is no voice that will tell you what is the right thing to do and what is wrong.
On the contrary, this kind of magic will give people the illusion of arrogance, thinking that they can escape all punishment.
It fosters contempt for others and turns people into monsters, because to the wizard, everyone else is an ant. I felt a cold, horrible feeling in my chest, and something strange bothered me.
Can't feel at ease.
It was as if somewhere outside this cursed house, something even meaner and darker lurked. The thing I encountered would change everything. My soldier patted me gently.
my shoulders.
"Lord David Mai, a messenger sent a report from Threshold City.
We have to check a suspicious house. The lone house is nearby. The report states that a single woman lives there." The feeling in my heart became darker, but I nodded silently. Duty.
It’s a duty.”
"No more?" Lin Yun asked after hearing the storyteller suddenly lost his voice.
"Yes, the Severe Hands. These are a pair of spiked iron gloves. They can provide the wearer's partner with strength, which is equivalent to the strength of the Titan's Belt of Strength. However, just like it, it will be very violent. Once it enters combat,
, your partner will be affected and needs to use a strong will to resist, otherwise, it will be easy to go crazy and attack others." The storyteller said with some worry.
"Sounds like it suits me very well." At this time, Xiao Aiwu on the side shook his head and said.
"I can use it." At this moment, Shaye directly stretched out his hand and took the pair of gloves.
Speaking of which, Saya's white hands didn't look like they were wearing gloves at all.
"Oh, yes, I happen to be an undead, and the effects of general mental influences are useless to me." At this time, Alles on the side also thought of it, and then said.
"It's not that simple, right? The power in this glove can even be superimposed with the normal Titan belt." Jingtian said with a smile.
The so-called Titan Power Belt is actually a level 6 power belt.
In other words, if you put on this glove, then Arles has 6 strength, and if you put on the 6 strength belt, then it will be 12 strength.
After passing the glove to the stern hand, he continued to study the other cloak.
A dazzling light burst out from the storyteller's hand. The light danced, causing you to squint your eyes in pain. When the light finally faded away, you saw a thick cloak in the elf's hand. "This relic is indeed very special.
It has a legendary color, and it has absorbed a power that is too heavy for this world, but I have a feeling that this cloak should suit you very well, but I also have a question."
"What do you mean?" Lin Yun asked curiously.
"There isn't much story on this cloak, but I feel that it is closely related to you. Now, what I want to ask is, who are you going to use this cloak for?" the storyteller said seriously.
"Of course, who is suitable and who uses it?" Lin Yun was a little surprised.
"No, maybe you don't understand what I mean. Commander, this cloak requires a choice." The storyteller said again.
"Choose?" Lin Yun frowned slightly.
"What path should you choose in the future? I can see that you are all using the power of different paths. Angels, demons, spirit envoys, and lichs are all extraordinary beings, and this cloak is
The characteristics allow me to transform this cloak and make it suitable for you." The storyteller said solemnly.
"Then do you still need to say this? Of course it's Dante." At this time, Nero on the side said quickly.
"Sorry, you are not qualified to choose, I am qualified, hehehe." Jingtian on this side said with a smile.
"So you want this thing?" Nero looked at Sedum and frowned slightly.
"What are you talking about? Of course I also choose Dante. The stronger Dante is, the safer I will be." Jingtian said with a smile.
"Yes, I believe in Dante too." Xiao Jin smiled indifferently, and his whole body seemed to be radiating light.
"Dante." Saya was much more simple and rude.
"Very good. As expected, Commander, you are the one everyone expects." The storyteller said with a satisfied smile.