Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 1054 Exploring in the dark night Seven

Odin's eyes fell on the two scimitars, and his eyes were initially full of disdain, probably looking down on such crude weapons;

But after he finished his second look, he frowned immediately, and his doubts on his face covered his disdain;

He looked back and forth again, and he couldn’t help but say "ah":

"give it to me!"

Solar didn't say much, just plug the scimitar into the hands of Odin's daddy: "You can look slowly and see enough."

Odin's old man took the thunder and lizard in his hand and smashed it. He waved left and knocked on the right. He didn't dance with a double knife, trying to adapt to the feel of the two scimitars.

After a moment of touching, the old man returned the two scimitars to Solar, and then groaned with a beard that was not long or short, and white: "It's a pity."

"What a pity?" the werewolf asked curiously.

"The workmanship is very ingenious, and the production is very delicate. The idea of ​​using the different hardness of the red lizard to make the sword core and the outer shell is also very novel." The old man praised the scimitar: "But, the teeth of the thunder lizard It is always the tooth of a thunder lizard. The material is a bargain, which directly affects the quality of the weapon itself. If you attach a demon and use it as a relatively sharp weapon, it is really possible. But I want to make it a lifetime. A generation, a celebrity weapon of the ages? - impossible."

Solar put away the scimitar and complained angrily: "Daddy, how do you always think in that direction? We don't need any generations, celebrities, and we only need a weapon." , to survive the next exam."

"Exam?" Odin, thinking about it, remembered that there was something like this: "Oh, what a stupid round table knight exam, right? You don't know how to take the Cavaliers exam, except fights are fights. The face of the Dragon Hunter has been lost by you."

"I don't want to talk about this, old man." Solar hurriedly interrupted.

"Oh." Odin's old man shouted dissatisfiedly, putting the cooled hammer on his right shoulder: "So, what strength does your ideal weapon have to achieve?"

Bedyville and so on for a long time, took the opportunity to say: "Can be compared with the lightsaber weapons to the extent of breaking."

"Lightsword? That kind of evil road, casually use the parts to combine the bargains." Odin old man smiled disdainfully: "To surpass the lightsaber in performance, it is not easy. Use the weapons on your hands, then dip A little bit of worm, just forge it back, the hardness is enough to touch the ordinary lightsaber."

"Really?" The werewolf seemed to see the light of hope, and took the courage to come out from behind the magic swordsman and screamed to the old man: "So... how much is it going to be?"

Odin's old man raised a finger.

"One, one hundred million?!" Bedieville almost vomited blood.

"No. It's a thousand Egyptian coins." It was misunderstood. Odin's face was slightly unhappy: "I won't make money that I don't own." This weapon is only worth a thousand. So I will charge a thousand."

In this way, the price that Laojiao opened is actually very fair. A thousand Egyptian coins can get a weapon that is as strong as the lightsaber. This deal is worthwhile.

Bedyville pulled his tortoise whip and the lizard dagger from behind him: "If the price of these weapons is about a thousand dollars, their reinforcement will please you."

"Oh, what is this whip?" Odin, who took the whip in the hands of Bedyville, looked at it: "It’s strange, deliberately using the tongue of the highly conductive Nile giant tortoise. Weapons? The lethality is not high, and the workmanship is quite poor. What is the significance of the weapons that come out?"

The old man put his face closer, almost observing every fiber of the tortoise whip: "The only advantage of it is electrical conductivity. After powering up, using three ligaments to force each other, you can put this The whip is waving like a creature's tentacle. It's fun. But how do you get power on, and how to accurately power each ligament? This is impossible."

In fact, it has already been achieved.

Odin’s old man seemed to understand what he was, and immediately took a look at Bediville: “Don’t tell me, you can control the movement of this whip! I won’t believe it!”

auzw.com"呃." Bedyville made a chill. Even this secret was seen through the old Odin, and sure enough, nothing but the old blacksmith.

"Speaking? How is it possible!" The old man will sneer in doubt.

"However, this whip seems to have been soaked once in the worm, and it is still the beginning of the pulp." The old man began to talk to himself with words that only he could understand. "You have to take this to process. The inside of the whip has been too long, and its magic has begun to solidify into the fiber. If it is not processed quickly, there may be unpredictable changes in properties, and then processing will be very troublesome."

Bedyville pulled his face and revealed a confused expression: "I didn't understand it anyway."

"One thousand." The old man quickly opened a price: "If you don't want to pay, pay immediately, give priority to this processing."

"Okay... okay." The werewolf didn't think too much, taking out a thousand dollars of banknotes from his pocket. This was originally the money he took with him for emergency use, and now he has finally used the right place.

The old man of Odin took the money and stuffed it into the bag. He opened a wooden bucket and took out a small bottle of wormwood from the waist. He rushed into the room: "waiting outside the house." Don't enter my workshop! You will distract me!"

"Okay, okay." Biddiville had a sense of loss that was rejected from the door, but he had to watch the cargo of the car after all, and it was not convenient to sit in the house for a long time, just like this.

咚, 咚, 咚, 咚, 咚.

The hammer hits again in the cabin. Why is a soft and tough whip knocking with a hammer? This is a mystery. But Bedieville was too lazy to study, so he sat on a large stone outside the house and waited patiently.

Cairo is also very cold. The desert terrain lacks vegetation and it is difficult to retain heat, so it is as hot as an oven during the day and cold as an ice at night. This rapid day and night alternate, let the werewolf almost walked into another ice cave from an oven. He could not help but adapt to this dramatic temperature change and could not help but sneeze.

"Please take care to protect your body, my friend." Solar sat next to Bediville and advised.

"Yeah." The werewolf reached out and licked his puppy's nose, and looked at the swordsman: "So... are you a dragon hunter?"

"Cough," Solar said embarrassedly, don't look away: "I don't want to make fun of me, Mr. Bedieville. I am the last-generation of this family, and as the old man said, it is a minor son--a Do not learn the forging technique, only know the idiot who slashes the sword and kills the enemy."

Before encountering Solar, Bediville thought that the Dragon Hunter was just an ancient legend. Legend has it that these fierce human beings were active during the ancient war of the dragons, specializing in slaughtering dragons and using the bones of the dragons they hunted to create a variety of legends [Longwu].

However, with the hidden world of the dragons, the dragon-hunters have also fallen.

Since the world is too peaceful, there is no need to hunt dragons; since there is no dragon to hunt, it is impossible to make Longwu. This mysterious family who relies on hunting is destined to be buried in the long river of history.

Solar looked up at the dark night sky: "My hometown is in Novi. It is one of the main strongholds of the Dragon Hunter. The people built the Great Sword Monument to remember their past glory, but everyone knows very well. This family is about to perish - just in my generation, right on me, and completely perished."

"I don't understand." The werewolf sneaked a sneak peek at Solar: "You are still alive, how can your family die? As long as you have more children, you will be able to reproduce."

"Because it can't be born." The swordsman smiled bitterly: "In the generation of my great-grandfather, the dragon-hunter family had more than 30,000 descendants; in the generation of my great-grandfather, this number was reduced to three thousand; in my grandfather In that generation, the people have realized that there is a problem and started to work hard to reproduce, but still can't stop the reduction of the population. To my father's generation, we have only less than 50 people. To my generation... the only The only one who is born smoothly is me. And I... is also infertile. Even if it can be combined with a woman, it is impossible to give birth to a child. Our family is sentenced to death."

"Just kidding..." The werewolf covered his mouth and took a sigh of relief: "How could it be!"

"It's true." Solar also shuddered: "The fathers have been rushing to find out why, but everyone is really aware of the reasons.

In ancient times, in order to better hunt dragons, our family would tame the captured dragons, take their dragon blood every day, and change their physique bit by bit.

Because of the power of dragon blood, our human body is not only stronger, but also has better self-healing ability. It also has a special sense of smell like a dragon, which can sense nearby dragons. This provides a lot of convenience for the tribes to hunt dragons, but it also has a negative impact. "

"Is it a problem of infertility?"

"Yes. Our tribes are constantly changing their physique while gaining the power of dragon blood. After a long period of variation in several generations, we have become a half-human and half-dragon monster, regardless of humans. For the dragons, we are all heterogeneous and cannot be combined with any race. "Soral shrugged: "The result is what it is now. Even if you are constantly married to a foreigner, the dragon hunter The dragon's blood power in a family will not be reduced, but it will become stronger and stronger with the accumulation of generations, weakening our ability to give birth. Dragon blood is such a hegemonic thing.

And I am the last victim of this power. After I die, there will be no more dragon-hunters in the world, and this family will really disappear from the planet. "