At the same time, on the East African Plateau, in the camp of Albert and others.
Seglade used molten resin to inlay golden crystals on the shield. These golden crystals taken from the back of the thunder lizard seem to have good lightning protection capabilities. Mounting them on the shield can protect against electric shocks.
a certain protective effect.
He then installed the Thunder Lizard's scales on the surface of the wooden shield piece by piece, replacing the previous crocodile skin. The entire shield exuded a golden shimmer from the inside to the outside. Although it was a crude weapon, it looked very special.
High-end and exquisite.
Including the shield he had just completed, he made a total of two large shields and one small shield;
In addition to armor, he also used materials obtained from the Thunder Lizard to strengthen the weapons in his team.
The bones and teeth of monsters are precisely cut, cleverly inserted into each other with tenons, and then fixed with tree vines or cloth fibers, and further reinforced with resin. Various utensils made in this way will be light and strong,
It is almost seamless and not easy to break at the interface.
The rhinoceros horn sword is ground with the teeth of a thunder lizard, making it even sharper and more deadly. Coupled with a row of golden crystals inlaid on the back of the sword, the sword itself has the ability to withstand lightning. It can also be used as a shield in critical situations and can be used in attacks.
and can be defended;
The young leopard man used the fangs and arm bones of the thunder lizard to make two spears, several knives, two extremely sharp scimitars, a large bow made of the bones of the thunder lizard, and a
A small bow, and more than thirty arrows made of golden crystals------these arrows should be able to attract thunder. As long as they are pierced into the monster, you can expect the thunder and lightning to kill the monster;
------After finishing this batch of weapons, it was already late at night.
"Okay, meow." Seglade displayed the weapons on the ground, allowing Solar to choose, showing his hospitality: "Choose a weapon that is convenient for you to use, meow. It's so late, dad and
Why hasn't Mr. Bedivere come back yet? Meow.---It seems it's time to help you build a spaceship, meow."
"No, it's really not necessary, my friend." Solar said politely, "You have been busy all night, so you should sit down and rest."
The magic swordsman reluctantly picked a scimitar from the pile of weapons, walked to the open space and waved it: "Well! This is good, the weight is suitable, and it is easy to use. I want this, my friend."
"If you want, please get a pair, meow. The scimitars were originally designed in pairs, meow." Seglade insisted, "Or maybe a shield, meow?"
"I don't use a shield very much, my friend." Solar moved his eyes to another scimitar. The scimitar and the knife in his hand are indeed a pair. They are exactly the same size and weight. When used in pairs, they should feel the same.
great.
Solar couldn't help but feel a little excited: "This...can I really have it?"
These weapons were made by Seglade with a lot of effort. Taking one is benevolent, but taking the second one is greedy.
Albert, who was whittling a wooden arrow on the side, finally couldn't help it anymore: "If someone tells you to take it, just take it. Why are you pretending to be reserved?"
The elf girl Chanel gave the tiger a white look, while Albert recorded this hatred on Solar and turned to Solar.
"Okay." Solar was no longer polite, took away the scimitar, and happily waved the two swords in the open space to practice.
"But, about the ship--" Seglade also planned to build a ship.
Solar hurriedly advised: "No! I will leave with you tomorrow. Please don't worry about shipbuilding anymore, my friends."
"Yes, let's take a rest." Chanel also said. At that time, she was fixing the golden crystal arrowhead on the wooden arrow with tree vines and resin to make a complete thunder arrow: "You have been busy all night, and you deserve a favor.
That's enough. We can wait until Mr. Palamedes and the others come back to talk about anything else."
"Um...Okay, meow." Seglade reluctantly sat down and glanced at his elf girl.
"But you three father and son are so powerful, and you have used these few resources to make so many weapons." Chanel praised.
The weapons placed on the ground have not yet been collected, but whether they are daggers or spears, every weapon has been carefully polished and shines with a sharp cold light;
Their bone handles are both light and tough, and are wrapped with a layer of thunder lizard leather, making them look very high-end;
Coupled with the gold crystal gem inlaid at the end of the sword hilt, it not only plays a certain lighting role, but also greatly enhances the weapon's lightning protection ability, and even makes the weapon's sophistication even higher.
Although these weapons were refined to express gratitude to Solar, they were so delicate and delicate that they were almost like pieces of art, making people reluctant to use them.
Moreover, the tools Segrad used to make these weapons were only the knives, resin, and vines in his hands. If he was given better tools and materials, what kind of sophisticated weapons could this big cat make?
?
"Hehe... Actually, this is nothing." Seglade picked up another weapon and continued to process it, "My stepmother, Aunt Vivian, is an expert in making weapons. I mean.
[Weapons] are not crude products like this, but weapons that are truly forged and equipped with powerful enchantments."
"Oh?" Albert listened absently, seemingly unmoved.
Because of Tiger's indifferent attitude, Seglad became angry: "Moreover, Aunt Vivian also made the highest masterpiece among weapons - the [Sword of the Holy King] in the hands of King Arthur."
"I thought that was the magic weapon passed down from ancient times in Great Britain...?" Solar on the side couldn't help but chatted.
"That is the [King's Sword (Caliburn)], and it has been broken long ago. Meow. What Aunt Vivian made is an enhanced version of the King's Sword, [Holy King's Sword (Excalibur)] Meow."
He raised his beard and said.
"Oh, it's so powerful." Albert still had an indifferent attitude, "Even the Holy Sword has been copied. I guess the power is about the same? Haha."
If this means something, the implication is that the replica holy sword is just a knockoff and cannot reach the power of the original.
"You should take a sword, and then you will know how powerful it is. Meow." Seglade rolled his eyes at the tiger: "Want to try, meow? I will try my best to ask His Majesty King Arthur for help, meow."
"Don't, don't make such silly jokes." Albert moved his body and tried to stay as far away from Seglade as possible.
Everyone present burst into laughter.
(Tiger no longer remembers that he suffered this sword attack seven years ago.)
After testing the weapon, Solar went back to sit down in front of the campfire and rested: "Since the one in King Arthur's hand is a replica of the Holy Sword, where has the original Holy Sword gone?"
"This, meow," Seglade shrugged, "I don't know, meow."
No one present knew the truth of the matter. Only a handful of people, led by Arthur, knew the truth.
The broken King's Sword is hidden in the scabbard, so the scabbard should actually be called the [King's Scabbard]. It is also an important tool that maintains the life of the Knight King. Without it, the King's lifespan is only one month----
--
Late at night, King Arthur returned to his palace and sat down gently beside the bed.
"How is it? How is the child?" Queen Greenville was already lying on the bed. She did not turn around to look at Arthur, but asked quietly in a low voice.
"Everyone has settled down. At least there will be no problems tonight." The King of Knights took off his coat: "I still can't understand why the Twilight Cultists would take advantage of that child."
"If you really want to know, we can use [Magic Mirror of Memories---Real Sefield]------"
"No." Arthur interrupted his wife, habitually took off the scabbard and put it under his pillow: "That child may have his ulterior past. Without his consent, we
How can you pry at will?"
"That's just a child..."
"So you don't need to respect him?"
Being rendered speechless by King Arthur's question, Queen Greenville pouted her cherry lips: "Okay, let's find another way. After establishing a good relationship with the child, maybe he will be willing to cooperate?"
"Perhaps." The King of Knights huddled into the bed and hugged his queen: "Thanks to those damn Twilight Cultists, Great Britain will be in trouble again. One day, I will bring this group of
The cultists uprooted them and slaughtered them all."
There are thousands of kinds of people in this world. Since there are people who pursue light, kindness and order, there will definitely be people who pursue darkness, evil and chaos--and you can't kill those kind of bastards.
Human nature is like this, or God's will is like this. The battle between good and evil, light and darkness, will continue from ancient times to the present, and even in the endless future. No matter how great he is, Arthur is just an insignificant figure in this huge historical torrent.
Just a small part.
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa," a child screamed from the next room.
"Oops, why did you wake up again?" The knight hurriedly got up from the bed and rushed to the next door.
"Husky? What's wrong with you?" Arthur pushed the door open and saw the dog-man boy shivering on the bed in the child's room. The sheets were already wet.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Husky was still crying. It seemed that his mother's attack had a great impact on the child: "Ha, Husky dreamed that his mother was killed by bad guys.
Oh wow! Okay, what a terrible dream!"
The King of Knights sighed and walked to the boy's bed: "That was just a dream. Your mother is in the hospital and her condition is stable. Don't worry. Come on, let me clean you first and change your pants---"
"Uncle Arthur!" The dog-man boy Husky raised his head and looked at the King of Knights with his big eyes that were red and swollen from crying: "Please! Take Husky to the hospital. Husky wants to make sure mommy is okay.
Woof!"
Arthur frowned: "It's so late, can't we talk about it tomorrow?"
The road to the hospital is dark and dangerous, and you may be attacked by enemies in any way.
"Forget it, please tell Husky the way to the hospital, and Husky will walk there by himself." This child is very stubborn.
Just when King Arthur was helpless, the phone in his trouser pocket rang.
"Who?" Arthur answered the phone warily, fearing that the voice on the other end of the phone was the mysterious person who had once threatened him.
Someone's voice rang out from the microphone. After hearing this voice, the King of Knights' expression immediately changed subtly.