Holding the iron sword, Husky couldn't help cursing in his heart: It's so troublesome! When you save enough money, you will replace this weapon as soon as possible!
Arthur watched everything from the side and couldn't help but smile and praise: "Haha, what a wonderful idea. Not only can you use combat skills to increase your attack power, but can you also use it to wield weapons that cannot be wielded originally?"
"But this usage limit is really annoying." Husky said dissatisfiedly: "Why is there a limit on the number of times? Can't it be cancelled?"
King Arthur shrugged and explained: "For humans, every time magic is used, it will cause permanent damage to the body, so this usage limit is designed. In order to prevent warriors from inadvertently hurting themselves."
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"But we are orcs------"
"In this game, the characters you use are human beings." Arthur stared at Husky's ordinary human boy's face: "As the saying goes, do as the Romans do, so don't complain too much."
"Okay..." Husky agreed helplessly: "Anyway, as orcs, we can't use these combat skills in reality... This is just a game, just enjoy it and forget it.
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So what actually happened? Arthur remained silent.
"Stop talking, go to [Philosopher's Stone Valley], meow." Hal urged: "I really want to complete the task as soon as possible, meow."
(I really want to test my new ability as soon as possible.)
"Huh-huh---grab my hand. The transmission is about to begin."
"Speaking of... we still have to run around naked, meow?" Little Hal rolled his eyes at Husky. Wearing only a pair of underwear to fight the monsters, the leopard man boy felt really unsure.
"When you make money, you can buy clothes when you come back." Husky rolled his eyes at Arthur.
Their Uncle Arthur, on the other hand, put on a poker face and seemed to have no intention of helping them anymore.
Forget it. The two teenagers sighed and held the hand of the King of Knights.
"Teleport!" Following Arthur's cry, the three people suddenly turned into a ray of light and teleported out from the Eternal Altar.
At the same time, at dusk, the East African Plateau.
Bediwell and his party were busy setting up camp and resting.
The sky was very dark, and the sun had almost completely set, which caused a lot of trouble for setting up camp. Fortunately, there was a lot of light around, which came from thunder and lightning in the sky, and the vague excess light from the lightstone mines on the floating islands;
Whenever a thunder and lightning strikes these floating islands, the light on the island will intensify in a short period of time, as if it has already been filled with the power of thunder and lightning, shining brightly because of the overflow of power.
In addition to camping and resting, in order to prevent the camp from being struck by lightning, they had to work hard to protect themselves from lightning.
Palamedes used several wooden sticks to create a support around the raft, and then spread waterproof gel parachute cloth on the support to create the "roof" of the camp.
In this way, even if it rains heavily, they will have something to protect them from the wind and rain.
Moreover, the gel parachute cloth should be able to withstand lightning to some extent, reducing the chance of the camp being struck by lightning.
Of course, all this depends on luck. You will be struck by lightning when you should be struck by lightning, and you can't hide even if you want to. They have no other choice but to pray.
After settling in, everyone gathered around the fire plate made of stone bowls, eating dinner and warming themselves against the cold.
The long journey over the past few days made everyone exhausted, so they spoke very little and each did what they should do.
Chanel and Seglade are busy taking care of the injured and unconscious Elaine and Saifer. After taking anti-inflammatory drugs and antibiotics, the conditions of the white bear and the young leopard man have stabilized a lot, and they should be able to resume their normal activities tomorrow.
Albert, on the other hand, took a slightly curved small piece of wood and kept cutting it to create the shape of a boomerang. He then baked it next to a flame and bent the boomerang into shape.
"Are you still working on that kind of toy?" Bediwell looked at the work in Albert's hands and asked curiously: "That thing has no lethality, and there is no point in making it any more."
"But it's fun. It's really fun to throw it out and fly back automatically." Albert said, wagging his tail: "And it did save our lives today, wasn't it Meow?"
"You're right..." The werewolf couldn't refute. Al once used a bloody boomerang to attract the attention of the swamp python, allowing the group of people to successfully escape from that terrifying thing. It seems that even this
A useless toy can bring unexpected results if used properly.
The werewolf ignored the tiger and went to tidy up his improved bow. After a day of use, the bow was a little damaged. In addition to completely replacing the long handle, the bowstring also needed to be replaced.
"Um...Palmidis? Can you lend me some of those tendons?" The werewolf turned his head.
"Huh? Of course, you can take whatever you want." The Leopard Warrior said nonchalantly. He was pulling out the tendons from the cut open, bloody swamp turtle's tongue. It is harder than steel and more flexible than rubber.
The tongues of Warcraft are ideal materials for making weapons.
But that was the tongue of a giant swamp turtle. Looking at that thing, Bedivere couldn't help but tighten up again.
"There are so many tongue tendons that I can't use them all to make weapons." The Leopard Man warrior explained: "But, how do you cut off these incredibly strong tongue tendons and make them into bow strings?"
"This question... I'll think about it later." The werewolf was attracted by the work in the hands of the leopard warrior: "What are you doing again?"
"Is this it?" The leopard man was using a giant turtle tongue as thick as three little fingers to weave a [braid]... or a [whip]? He seemed to want to use this crude weapon to deal with the monsters along the way.
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"Why do you have to spend time making that useless weapon?" The werewolf said dissatisfied: "Do you think a whip can kill a monster?"
"Hahaha, don't worry, let me finish it." Palamedes tied a blade to the end of the whip: their dagger.
This is equivalent to extending the attack range of the dagger by seven yards, and the whip can also hurt people at medium distances.
But that kind of tepid attack can only be used against humanoid enemies, right? It won't be able to deal with big and hard monsters like swamp pythons.
Paramedis ignored the werewolf's doubtful gaze and fixed the braided tongue whip on a bone - it should be the arm bone of some kind of monster they hunted before.
A turtle-tongue whip with a sharp blade at the top is enough. But its power cannot be expected, at least Bediwell has not expected it.
"Let's try it." Palamedes got up and walked outside the camp to try out the new weapon he made.
Snap! Sparks suddenly flashed in his right hand holding the whip.
Snap! The whip was surrounded by a faint electric light. The leopard warrior generated weak electricity on his palm, as if he wanted to use it to control the whip.
Something magical happened. The turtle tongue whip actually started to move on its own, twisting as if alive, dancing under the will of Palamedes!
"How did you do it---"
"The muscles and tissues of living things are stimulated by electricity to relax and contract. I just recreated the effect of the giant tortoise's tongue." Paramedis waved his whip and said with a smile, "It's really good, this kind of control is easy."
It feels like it’s really rare that the body parts cut from the monster’s body still have such strong biological activity.”
It was almost like the tongue of a giant swamp turtle was moving. Or maybe it was the "tentacles" of Palamedes.
Although it looks cool and is cool to use, I don’t know why? Looking at the whip that twists freely under the stimulation of electricity, werewolves always think of the turtle tongue that almost penetrated their butt this afternoon. Here.
After the strange association, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and Bediwell's favorability for this turtle-tongue whip fell to the bottom.
"This kind of thing... will rot in a few weeks." Bedivere couldn't help but count down the whip.
"No. As long as there is a certain degree of inherent photons inside, the corpses of these creatures will not be decomposed by microorganisms. Although the reason is unknown, isn't this what various dragon weapons are made for?"
"Those are dragon bones. Of course the bones won't rot."
"No. Some are not." Palamedes insisted on his opinion, although his opinion was not very well-founded: "I have seen weapons inlaid with dragon eyeballs before. That thing has indeed not changed after thousands of years."
rot."
"Okay, okay..." Bedivere said perfunctorily. He really didn't want to argue with the Leopard Man about this matter: "But it's useless for you to use weapons. You have to control the raft. How can you have time to go there?"
fighting?"
"Well, I think so too. Therefore, this weapon is for you."
"What?" Bedivere glared at the Leopard Warrior: "Did you make the weapon for me?"
"Exactly, in addition to using a bow, you seem to be also good at using a whip, right?"
"But...I am not able to control electricity like you..."
The big cat waved his hand disapprovingly: "Oh, stop talking nonsense. Any creature can control electricity. If not, how does your mithril prosthetic arm move?"
"That's very weak bioelectricity..." the werewolf still wanted to retort.
"The tongues of these turtles are also driven by very weak bioelectricity." Palamedes retorted: "They can drive these tongue tendons, why can't you?"
The werewolf was stunned for a moment. This is true, but in fact, how can it be so simple to operate?
"Let's do it." Paramedis put the whip into Bedivere's hand: "I can make a copy of the electrical discharge organ in the body and transplant it to your prosthetic limb. In this way, you should be able to discharge electricity autonomously."
If that's not enough, let's search around here and we should be able to find a sphalerite ore. Use that as a [battery] to store electricity, and you can use this whip freely.
Even if you can't control the movement of the whip like me, you can at least make a whip with a discharge effect, which will give you an additional attack method when dealing with monsters."
The werewolf was stunned for a while: "The second suggestion is good. But, the... uh, [discharge organ] in your body?"