Ride and Cut

"It's a bit of a pity." Du Peng held the crystal in both hands, as if staring at some peerless treasure, "If you can find the horns and heart of this Balrog, you can make some more powerful alchemical equipment."

　　 Lord Lord had a thick spiral-shaped dark brown horn in his hand. He threw it on the floor with a "clang", and the mirror-like teak was scratched by the rough horniness.

　　Even though it was cut off from the head with a rather rough technique, it still shone with a heavy and restrained metallic luster. If you experience it with your heart, you can even catch elemental fluctuations that have not had time to dissipate, indicating that the suffering master will die within two or three days at most.

　　 "The heart is bloody, so I won't take it out."

　　 Du Peng looked at Richard's eyes as if he had seen an undead, "You won't really kill a Balrog yourself?"

　　 Elemental crystals are treasure-level alchemy materials that can be met but cannot be sought. It is the magic condensation that only the top-level beasts have the chance to precipitate after the death.

　　It is hard to believe that the main source of known elemental crystals is corpse picking.

　　 High-end Warcraft are generally "independent", and spend most of their time in isolation. Coupled with the super territorial consciousness, few people dare to spy on their homes easily. If you die in the lair due to aging or various reasons, the lucky one may get an elemental crystal without any effort.

　　 But often at this time, the body has already been corrupted, and the magic contained in it is spilled clean, and there is not much value.

　　 The hard bridge and the hard horse killed the beasts of this grade of Balrog, and then obtained crystals but a small number. The difficulty and risk are too high, it is easy to steal the chicken without losing the rice.

　　 "Of course, I personally took a sword into the halogen door and ended up with him." Richard stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

"A whole head of Balrog, with the two elements of earth and fire, let me think..." Grand Master Du Peng frowned and thought for a moment. "The most precious disc angle, heart, and elemental crystals can be made into Bakers. The center of the fortress. The calcination of the fire element increases the hardness of the castle. Once it is damaged, the earth element will absorb the free dust and automatically repair it."

　　 "Will the people in there be steamed to death like lobsters?" Richard was surprised.

　　 "The fire element is not a real flame." The fat old man curled his mouth and despised him for his ignorance. "In a stable state, there is no heat at all."

　　 "Let's do it." Every line is like a mountain, and the lord can only talk.

　　 "One piece of skin should be able to make several thorn armors with fire element anti-injury."

　　 "Anti-injury is useless, don't." Richard's head shook like a rattle.

　　When Dracula was still called Hendra, he had a thorn armor that fired against injury. Lord Lord had been playing with him for a long time at that time, and the effect was limited to being burned with a hand and scorching his heart, almost laughing out of his teeth.

　　 "This is not the ordinary stuff on the market!"

　　 "Okay." Richard agreed very simply.

　　 After all, he really knows nothing about alchemy, and he has no choice but to trust the judgment of professionals.

　　 The two handed over the materials with the space ring and agreed to receive the goods. Du Pont hurriedly left.

　　 Magister’s time is more precious than gold, and the deeper elemental mystery is their lifelong pursuit. Du Pont is willing to make a special trip for Sinclair's life safety, which is already rare.

　　 It is purely a daydream to expect him to stay to see the child when the overall situation is determined.

　　…………

　　 There is a traditional activity inside the Ripper Corps, which has a history almost as long as Alpine Fort.

　　 When Richard is not busy, he often walks to the colonel to start the race. At this time, as long as you are not afraid of embarrassment, you can exchange martial arts with your lord regardless of qualifications, seniority, and rank.

　　Simple martial arts skills, no one will be boring to use force to suppress others, but in the end, without exception, will be reduced to unilateral abuse-speaking of the level of martial arts, Lord Lord is at least two stories high.

　　 But for the soldiers, this kind of opportunity is actually very precious.

　　 is now a strong Tiger Spirit Ranger attacking, and Richard is defending.

　　 Tiger Spirit swordsmanship has been inherited from the ancient elven empire, and after so many years of continuous improvement, it is quite impressive. By an experienced hand, the offensive was as swift as a storm, and contained three-point rhythms.

　　 With this great swordsmanship alone, he went to Coron City to open a museum to teach students that he would never starve to death.

　　 And Richard has one hand behind him, and the other hand holds a one-handed sword. It's as easy as a stroll in a leisurely courtyard, but it happens to be able to get all the offense under the crotch.

　　 There were a lot of onlookers, and Sinclair was there.

　　 The sun is so bright, she has to squint, but she observes very intently.

　　 The child's facial features are quite delicate and beautiful, it's just a black face, and it doesn't make much difference whether to wipe the dust off or not. Coupled with short hair, his voice is hoarse and not talkative after swallowing hot coals, and it's so cool, wherever he goes, there are a group of pictures of girls who lead the people.

　　 Li Cha saw the chance and flashed sideways, letting the opponent lose his strength, and tapped the sword on the Tiger Spirit Ranger's helmet, "You are dead again. Remember, you must grasp the distance and center of gravity in the sword fight."

　　 Tiger Spirit took off his helmet, panting and nodded quickly. In response to the kind ridicule from his companions, he got into the crowd, grabbed the one who laughed the most and punched twice.

　　 "Are there any more?" The sword in Richard's hand was turning around between his fingers ~www.readwn.com~ like a juggler in the country.

　　 Wherever he looked, the tall and strong fighters shrank their heads for fear of being noticed. Although the opportunity is rare, not everyone has the courage to take the initiative to accept the ravages.

　　 "My lord." Sinclair plucked up the courage to walk up to him, "Can you teach me swordsmanship?"

　　 "Oh?" The sharp blade, which was spinning dazzlingly, was suddenly inserted into the sheath.

　　 "Have you learned swordsmanship before?"

　　 "I've only learned a little bit." Sinclair said nervously.

　　 The Orc Kingdom's style of martial arts even surpasses Pompeii. Even an underage girl like her must receive certain martial arts training.

　　 So she could see that the swordsmanship of the lord of the mountain fort was better than that of any famous master in the palace, and it was much more powerful. The sword is not like a tool in his hand, but like an extension of his hands and eyes.

　　If you can learn such a brilliant swordsmanship, maybe you don't have to run away all the time. Sinclair was a little lost for a while.

　　 "Higuain, I'll take a look at what you two can do."

　　 "Me?" Higuain obviously didn't expect that he would be called a general, his handsome face was full of arrogance, "How can a real knight be like a woman..."

　　 "A real knight can't wet the bed." Richard raised his eyebrows, and drew two wooden swords from the weapon rack and threw them to them.

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