Chapter 1654 Intertwined in the International Meeting IX
Chapter 1654: Intertwining and meeting (9)
Sonorous!!------------A very clear sound sounded in front of Father Odin's head. However, this was not the sound of the crimson demon sword's blade being embedded in the old man's skull, but the sound of the blade and the
Dad's hammers collided with each other, and the sound of gold and stone burst out instantly!
"Hehe, he is indeed a dragon. He is stupid and impulsive, and every action is so easy to predict." Father Odin sneered and said, "But put away your knife. I didn't mean to say I need your blood."
I mean to kill you. I just want your blood in a literal sense, and a few drops are enough."
Xinghui Dragon's brows jumped: "What's the use of this? A few drops of dragon blood can completely resurrect a worn-out weapon?"
"Normally it's impossible, but as I said, this is a bet. You don't lose much anyway, just a few drops of blood."
Countless veins appeared on the forehead of the evil star, and he complained ferociously: "No! The loss will be huge, my father's sword was broken by you!"
"Pfft." Dad let out a dry laugh and changed his words: "It's broken anyway, and you have nothing to lose, so it's not a big deal to contribute a few more drops of dragon blood."
The evil star was stunned for a moment: "This is what humans often say, treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor..."
"So do you want to give me your blood, you cheapskate?" Dad continued teasing.
The evil star was stunned again, then took out a spare dagger from his waist and put it next to his palm: "I will believe you again, old man. If I find out that you are lying to me, I will not only kill
It’s so easy to drop you.------Okay, how to give it?"
"Here, let the blood drip on the broken sword." Father Odin instructed.
While muttering curses, the evil star cut his palm and dripped the dragon's blood on his father's broken sword.
But this is not a novel, this is reality. In fact, it is just a few drops of dragon's blood. Although it contains magic power, it is not a particularly remarkable thing - the dragon's blood dripping on the broken sword is also
It is impossible to restore a broken sword.
"Are you lying to me? A few drops of blood can repair a broken sword. How superstitious is that?" So the evil star continued to complain. The wound on his palm had begun to heal, and a few drops of dragon blood had already begun to heal.
The blood was indeed not a particularly big loss to him, but the broken sword was still a broken sword, with no sign of being repaired. The fact that his father's relic was broken by the old man really made Xinghui Long feel distressed.
"No, no, no, you only see things on the surface, so you dragons are all stupid." The old man explained with a sneer, while not forgetting to taunt the evil star: "I have to recast the broken sword.
It's not difficult at all, but the problem is to have [gods] in it and make it a qualified dragon weapon.
I think I have already told you. In order to produce [gods] from dragon martial arts, it is generally necessary to use the bones of dead dragons. However, this sword was an experimental work of my youth. At that time, I only used the bones you created.
It was made from a rib of your father who was still alive. Your father was not dead at that time, so [God] did not appear in this sword."
"...I know all this, but what next?" Xinghui Long became more and more confused the more he listened.
"Now, from what I just said, it seems that your father is dead, right?"
The evil star seemed to have been pricked by a needle in his butt, with an uncomfortable look on his face: "Hmm."
"And I can also feel the breath of Titans from you. Let me guess. You inherited the soul crystal after his death?"
The evil star seemed to have a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat, and he hummed depressedly: "...Hmm."
"The next guess is more superstitious. It's up to you to believe it or not." Father Odin then said: "I want a few drops of dragon blood from you. What I need is not the magic power in it, but to give it to this dragon."
Longwu without [god] conveys a message------the death of your father.
Your father was not dead when I made this sword, so the magic power of this sword could not be awakened. But what about now? What will it become after knowing the news of your father's death?"
"...This is really nonsense." The evil star endured it for a long time, and finally complained dissatisfiedly: "This won't be useful. You are wasting time."
It was originally a broken sword with no magic power. No matter how much it is remade, it cannot suddenly possess magic power. What's more, if you involve telling this sword about my father's death, it is simply a fantasy."
"People tend to be superstitious as they get older, don't you know?" Father Odin ignored the evil star's taunt and began to beat the broken sword dripping with dragon's blood, then sent it into the furnace to let the broken sword
Parts overlap.
"No matter what, come back to me tomorrow morning. Even if I can't release the special power inside, I will at least restore it to a brand new state and return it to you. Is that okay?"
"...What's the price?" Evil Star became suspicious: "I don't believe you will help me repair my sword unconditionally like this."
"Hmph, today's young people are all about price in everything, as if everyone in the world wants to take advantage of them." The old man hummed: "This is the dragon weapon I forged. Seeing that my weapon has fallen to this point,
Isn't it a matter of course that you want to repair it? You have to pay for it. Are you too arrogant? "
"But forget it." Before the evil star could frown, Odin's father continued: "In order to let you go down the stairs, I will charge you a little price. Go and find the person you hate most in your life.
The fellow dragon who wants to be beaten up the most, go and beat him up. You have to beat him seriously and humiliate him in every possible way, but you can't kill him. Then you take his spine out of his body and remove it.
Bring it to me. This is the price for helping you repair your sword. It doesn't matter when you finish it, I'm not in a hurry anyway."
Evil Star snorted: "Are you going to let me kill my own kind?"
"Huh, even if I don't let you do this, you savage flying lizards always do this. If you do one more thing and one less thing, is there any difference?"
When the other party said this, Xinghui Long was immediately speechless.
"Okay. I will help you get the spine of a dragon. But if the other party is still alive, will he make such a weapon without special power? Does this make sense?"
Father Odin smiled mysteriously: "I told you, this is just an experiment at best. The result is not important, what is important is the process."
The evil star grunted in confusion, took off a small golden dragon scale from his body, and left it on the ground: "Let's go now. I'll come back tomorrow to pick up my sword."
The old man's cry was considered farewell. Xinghuilong didn't bother with Father Odin, opened a portal, and jumped in.
At the same time, Bediwell, who was on his way back, suddenly felt hungry.
Because the gravitational beam cannot pass through the barrier of the Cairo black market and be shot directly in to pick up Bediwell, he must leave the black market on foot. And because Bediwell does not want to eat on the desert boat------he
As soon as he heard that the food in the Desert Ship was made of air and water, he immediately lost his appetite. He thought that if it was just snacks such as French fries, the synthetic food would be okay to try; but for dinner, it would still be formal
Find a store and eat something truly nutritious.
Fortunately, there is no shortage of restaurants in the Cairo black market where he is. After all, the people who buy and sell here are still a group of living creatures. As living creatures, they will be hungry, and if there is demand, there will be business opportunities. In addition to selling various kinds of food, the Cairo black market
In addition to weapons and equipment shops, there are of course hundreds of restaurants, large and small. If you want to eat, just pick one of these restaurants - in theory, this is true.
. However, Bediwell is not short of money in his pocket, and now he wants to have this meal in Cairo's black market before leaving, so he does not want to choose a restaurant casually, but selectively
Find a place to eat.
In terms of "eating", Bedivere is a person who can be very casual when he is casual, and eating a steamed bun can be regarded as a meal; however, when he makes up his mind to be picky, he can also be very picky and do not choose the last option.
A restaurant that suits your tastes will never stop.
He looked around.
First of all, those restaurants with very untidy storefronts are failing. They can’t even tidy up the storefronts. God knows what the kitchens of those restaurants are like. Even if you don’t have a bad stomach after eating in such a restaurant, you will just feel bad.
Thinking about the possibility that the ingredients of the meal may have been crawled by cockroaches or gnawed by mice in the kitchen, it will make people lose their appetite.
Secondly, since we have to go out to eat, Bediwell is still in Cairo, the capital of Egypt. When eating, it is best to do as the locals do. If you want to eat traditional Egyptian dishes, you can't eat British cuisine in Egypt, right? So he then listed several restaurants in Cairo's black market.
A shop whose facade clearly lacked Egyptian style was eliminated from his shortlist.
Thirdly, the overly luxuriously decorated shops are obviously just to defraud the wealthy people who do business here. Although this kind of restaurant looks very high-end, you can't expect to eat any authentic Egyptian specialties from it. So Bediville added
Several other restaurants declined.
After choosing and choosing, as if it was fate, Bedivere finally chose the only restaurant that he liked and walked in. The restaurant was not particularly big, and the shop front was neat and full of Egyptian style, but
It's not luxurious to the point of exaggeration, everything is in line with Bediville's standards.
After finally finding a seat and sitting down with satisfaction, Bediwell just picked up the restaurant's menu and planned to order. A familiar voice came to his ears: "Uh, boss?"
Bedivere frowned and turned around to look. That person was none other than Lawrence, who was driven away from the sand boat by Bedivere about an hour ago.