"I need weapons. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Catherine asked again.

Harder looked at the Ghost King silently, his eyes as if to say, "You can do it". The Ghost King thought for a moment and said, "The Ghost Swamp has a lot of lost weapons. I've collected quite a lot, you can pick one. ”

"Court advisor. The Ghost King shouted, "Take her to the arsenal to pick up a weapon." ”

The court advisor respectfully appeared beside the Ghost King, bowed deeply, and then puffed up his chest and said to the mage, "You lucky fellow, come with me." ”

Catherine followed the court advisor down the dry field, through several mud pools, to a deep cave in the ground. "Let's go down. This is His Majesty's arsenal, each one of them is a fine product, and it is cheap for you guy. ”

The cavern is not very deep, but there are stone steps leading to the bottom. Catherine didn't act immediately, she looked at the cave and then at the court advisors, shook her head, and said, "I can't trust you. ”

The court advisor was furious: "Bold! ”

"Your king asked me to fetch weapons, and it would be your sin not to get them. Catherine was not afraid of the bluffing ghost at all, "I will tell your king that you are not willing to let me get my weapons. ”

"Damn bastards. The court advisor was so angry that he scolded, "You don't take it yourself, but it's my head to blame." Okay, if you don't take it, then I'll pick one for you. It's your fault that you don't want to. ”

After he finished speaking, he opened the book in his hand and read the words. After a while, an old ghostly old man shrugged out of the cavern, holding a rotten iron sword in both hands. The old ghost walked up to Catherine and vanished, the iron sword falling to the ground.

"Take it, your sword. The court advisor turned and left. Catherine looked at the iron sword on the ground and followed the court advisor. The iron sword in his hand was dull and full of traces of time. It was only two-thirds the length of a normal longsword, and the head of the sword had broken and fell somewhere, and the sword was stained with dark red blood and rust. The handle of the iron sword was rough to the touch, even a little prickly.

As the mage returns to the dry lands, the eyes of the centaur Zombie Hader, the Ghost King, and the old dog are focused on the rotten iron sword in her hand.

Hardshen directly turned his sword over and observed. "Not bad. The centaur zombie waved his iron sword and gave his own evaluation.

"A sword with the curse of aging?" "The Ghost King glanced at the court advisor beside him, "how did she find this cursed weapon?"

The court advisor wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead and said, "Your Majesty, it was the old ghost in the arsenal who brought it to her, and she didn't go into the arsenal to pick it up herself. ”

"Oh, that's the sword that chose her on its own, and that's good. The Ghost King pointed to the rotten iron sword, "This sword is called 'Years', and it used to be the sword of a fallen warrior. The warrior was unwilling to die of old age, and committed suicide with this sword at the age of seventy. The warrior's soul turned into a curse and attached to the sword. When you use 'years', you are yourself cursed by aging. To remove the effects of the curse, you must soak yourself and your sword with the blood of your enemies. ”

Harder gave the "years" back to Catherine. "The Curse of Aging doesn't have much effect on zombies, but if it accumulates too much, it can still affect itself. You have to pay attention to that. ”

The female mage didn't expect to get a curse weapon, and her luck seemed to be too good. This special weapon is very rare in the Eastern Continent, and in the past, Catherine only occasionally saw a cursed dagger during a mercenary mission. She picked up the "years" and looked at it twice, and said to Harder and the Ghost King, "I'm ready to go." With that, she walked into the portal with her sword, and the old dog immediately followed.

The other end of the door was pitch black, and as the Ghost King had said, there was darkness gathering here. Fortunately, the portal itself emits a faint glow.

The old dog came out of the door. "Overseer, why are we accepting this mission?" he asked as soon as he exited the portal, "I don't think those rotten beasts should be easy to deal with. ”

"It's true that you can't accept it, but in that case, I'm afraid Harder won't value us anymore in the future. "Harder wants us to accept the assignment, presumably with the idea of seeing what we're capable of." Our goal is not to kill the Tolskin, but to get the Magic Mirror. ”

The old dog wasn't really complaining, as a subordinate of the Overseer, his words were more of a reminder of the dangers of the mission. He couldn't object to the Overseer's decision, and Catherine hadn't asked what she meant, apparently she had already planned it.

"How do we find the magic mirror now?" the old dog looked at the boundless darkness around him, quite helpless.

"Except for the gathering of darkness, it is not as damp as the rest of the Ghost Swamp. I could feel the presence of some fire elementals. Catherine opened her left hand, and a small flame rose in her palm. The surroundings lit up at once because of the flames, and the darkness rolled violently like smoke at the edge of the flames. By the light of the fire, which could not be seen far through, Catherine looked at the ground beneath her feet. There was a dry, hard dirt floor, and the white lines in the dirt were unusually distinct, and they spread forward, as if pointing to the same place.

"We were lucky enough to walk along the lines. The female mage stepped forward with the flame in one hand and the iron sword in the other. The old dog followed in unison.

After not taking a few steps, Catherine looked back. The light of the portal loomed, as if it could be swallowed up by darkness at any moment.

"Overseers. The old dog lowered his voice, "If you go on like this, you will probably not find your way back to the portal." ”

Catherine walked back to the portal. "What can you do?" she asked the old dog.

The old dog's body turned into a state of blood mist. "I can stay here. A thin line of blood mist stretched out of his body, and the thin line climbed up Catherine's wrist and wrapped around it, "As long as the Overseer doesn't go very far, I can maintain this line, but this state is limited for a limited time." ”

After the old dog took control of the blood, his body became very peculiar and he gained a lot of new abilities. Catherine did not hesitate and walked quickly into the darkness.

The white lines on the ground all point in one direction. Catherine walked out for more than ten steps, and faintly heard the sound of "whirring". After a few more steps, the sound gradually became louder.

The female mage slowed down and explored cautiously. Suddenly, she saw a faint white light light in front of her. This white light has an attraction to darkness. Catherine felt the darkness around the white light involuntarily rush towards it. It's like white light sucking darkness.

Magic Mirror! That must be the Magic Mirror. (To be continued.) )