"Hey" Mo lay on the bed and sighed, and then thought about what kind of people Hepp and Sean were, they had neither seen their strength mark, nor any background to find.

Is it the kind of master of the world that the world doesn't know? Or is it the kind of ancient demon that has been forgotten by the world for a long time? Thinking of this, Mo's thoughts had begun to play freely, so he thought about it and finally fell asleep.

"Da Da Da" Mo dreamed that he had walked down a long staircase, surrounded by dark walls, and could only see a glimmer of light hidden at the end of the staircase from a distance. So he walked slowly downward, until the light grew nearer and clearer, and a figure gradually appeared.

When he walked in, Mo found that it was a woman, trapped in chains, just as Mo wanted to take a look, the picture suddenly turned, he was on the battlefield again, watching a black shadow slaughtering the soldiers on the battlefield, and then back to the picture of the woman, so back and forth, the dream is so real, but it is so messy.

The next morning, Mo got up very early, and I don't know what's wrong lately, so I always do something very strange. Since coming to this island, I often have two repeated dreams, the first is a woman, I can't see her appearance clearly, holding a moment of white transparent sphere in my hand, looking at myself quietly, without speaking or making other movements, the surroundings are like in a fantasy, and whenever Mo slowly approaches her, the dream wakes up.

The second one is even stranger, the picture in the dream is extremely intense, there is a black shadow, like an overly strong wildebeest, and like a hideous-looking lion, slaughtering wantonly on the battlefield, Mo is now looking at the process of blurred flesh and blood from a distance, subconsciously feeling a little scared, but Mo's own expression is cold and scary, and every time he is awakened by himself at the end.

The two dreams kept alternating every night, which made Mo feel a little weird, and he was going to take a moment to ask Herb or Sean.

Mo quickly finished breakfast, thinking of Herb and Sean, he was still relatively relieved, with this period of contact, Herb and his own words became more, and Sean Although he is usually cold, but from many things it can still be seen that he is very concerned about his own affairs, but he can't see it often.

Sean seems to be very busy, and he often leaves the island and doesn't know what to do, sometimes watching him leave in a hurry and come back with a lost face, and occasionally see him happy.

"Mo, are you ready?" Inadvertently, Mo himself didn't know that he had walked to the empty training ground, nor did he notice Herb's arrival, and he didn't react until his name was called.

"What's wrong? Herb asked with concern, Mo thought about it, and finally chose not to say it, because he thought that it might be because of the pressure of training during this time, so he had some such strange dreams.

"It's fine. Mo smiled, and then continued, "Didn't you find me a new opponent today, where is it?" Ink looked around, and there were only two people, Herb and Mo.

Herb said don't worry, and then took out the ring on his hand and touched it, Mo didn't notice that Herb was still wearing a ring, the ring was not very big, and the black gold ring buckle was also inlaid with a moon-shaped gemstone, and when I looked at the ink, I felt that this ring was not simple.

Herb stroked the ring briefly, and then Murphy saw a lot of things flying out of the ring. Looking at it, there were all kinds of weapons spread all over the ground, all kinds of them, and Mo simply glanced at them, there were at least twenty kinds. The condition is also not bad, after all, Mo is also from a blacksmith shop, and he still knows a little about the quality of weapons.

"Wow, that's so much!" Mo opened his mouth wide as he looked at the dazzling array of weapons, swords, shields, knives, hammers, spears, bows, crossbows, gloves, axes, staffs, wands, one-handed hands, basically everything.

Hebo smiled and said, "Weapons are every soldier's closest friend and most trustworthy comrade-in-arms. The choice of weapons is very important, and in my hometown, every newcomer who has passed the baptism of the soul will have a very solemn and meaningful ceremony. Now, let's keep it simple. Hebo looked at the ink that had been carefully selected, and secretly speculated in his heart about the choice of ink.

And Sean didn't know when he came over, and when he and Hebo looked at each other, they understood each other's thoughts. The two of them didn't speak, just watched if the result was as they thought.

Mo Zai looked at it carefully, these weapons are relatively good, although there is no magic blessing or magic crystal inlay, but the workmanship and style at a glance know that it is not made by an ordinary blacksmith, at least it is much better than that made by his father. Mo first looked at the staff, this is the favorite of many priests and elementalists, Mo has also read related books, most of the staff is made of various trees, it is said that the older the staff, the better the stability of the staff, and the head of the staff will basically be inlaid with gems or crystal staff body to provide energy guidance.

But Mo held the staff and waved it a few times, and he was not particularly satisfied, the feel was relatively light, and he should not have much advantage in close combat. So Mo put down his staff and prepared to look at the dagger that had been placed aside.

Sean and Hebo looked at each other again, and the two smiled and didn't say anything to continue looking. Mo had already picked up the dagger at this time, this set of daggers was very sharp, and there were some elven characters engraved on the handle, and Mo couldn't read it, thinking that daggers were mostly used for assassination, wouldn't it be too good to really fight in battle?

So he shook his head and put it down again. Later, Mo briefly tried various weapons, but the effect was not very satisfactory. Finally Mo straightened up, looked back and forth, and finally he chose a two-handed and one-handed sword and shield, and began to hesitate.

Qin Yu once told Mo that no matter how good or how bad a weapon is, first you have to hold it tightly and try to use it, and then, you will find that every weapon has its soul, and when you close your eyes and feel that you can touch this soul, then your choice appears.

So Mo first picked up the two-handed sword, and just a few days ago he also learned a swordsmanship, gathering dark energy on the sword, and then letting the dark flame cover the sword body for a short time, slashing the enemy at the same time, the dark energy flame will also scorch the enemy.

Mo closed his eyes and exclaimed, "Smugly." ”

With a sound of "呑", the sword body was immediately attached to the black flames, and Mo began to wield the two-handed sword to perform simple slashing and slashing, the weight of this two-handed sword is still slightly heavy for Mo, and it is a little difficult for Mo to wield it.

But he seemed to feel a strange sense of absence, I don't know if it was because the pattern of the hilt of the sword was particularly suitable for his palm, or if this powerful two-handed weapon infected him, although he didn't feel the kind of soul touch that Casper said, but he felt that it was quite comfortable.

Hebo and Sean laughed again, especially Sean, whose smug face was written all over it. Hebo looked indifferent, feeling as if this was not the end.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Mo to gently put the two-handed sword back in its place, and his expression turned to the one-handed sword and shield on the side with a somewhat complicated expression.

"Huh?" Sean frowned and said softly, with a hint of confusion and doubt in his eyes. Am I guessing wrong?

Mo didn't try to swing it this time, but instead took the sword and shield and walked towards Hebo and Sean.

"That's it!"

Herb looked at Mo, his red eyes were full of relief, but now these eyes, which can only be hidden under the cloak, no one can see what is on his mind. Sean is different, a very offensive two-handed weapon should be the best choice for ink at this time, and the axe and hammer are not particularly suitable for Mo's body shape or strength training, only the two-handed sword can fit perfectly. Sean looked at the ink with a firm look in front of him now, and there seemed to be a lot of incredible things flowing between the ink eyebrows.

Herb glanced at Sean, and then asked Mo: "I think the two-handed sword you wielded just now seems to be very suitable, why did you choose the sword and shield combination?" Mo didn't answer directly after hearing this, but looked at Sean who was looking directly at him and said, "That's because of Sean's words." ”

"My words?" Sean's deep pupils twitched, he didn't remember any questions he had ever raised with Mur about weapons.