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The next day, Darko got up early and went to the shop on the west side of town. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info shop is easy to find, because there is no other building in a large area around it. In addition to buying the necessary materials, Darko is also going to see if he has a wand that is suitable, the previous crystal slash fell somewhere when fighting the orcs, and Orlando's wand is too thick to be used in battle. In order to cope with the troubles that may arise, it is necessary to buy a wand.

The whole shop was covered with rust, because the whole shop was made of a pile of iron sheets and iron shelves. When Darko approached, he saw that the shelves of the shop were filled with all kinds of weapons and tools, and long knives, heavy swords, and even knights' spears were hung on them indiscriminately, just like tools such as shovels and chains. A clothesline passed through the room made of iron shelves, and on top of it were several rags of unknown color.

In the middle of the room, a man was striking a piece of iron with a swarthy hammer, a very short man with strong limbs, apparently a dwarf. The dwarves are good at digging holes and striking iron, and the dwarves are very expensive as slaves in the Ameitian plane. Darko examined the dwarven craft curiously, and it was difficult to look away from him after just one glance. Each of the dwarves' hammers seemed random, but in fact they were so powerful that the air around them whined.

In the past three months, Darko has relied on the ability of his real name to have a preliminary understanding of the laws of the Mercury plane, and he only feels that the strength of the dwarves is very exquisite, and the power of each hammer is a fixed value, no more than one point and one point less than one. When this power is converted into attack power, it reaches the level of a high-ranking samurai.

Darko could feel that the dwarves had neither used their fighting spirit nor released their magic in the process of striking the iron billet. He was shocked, to be able to reach such a level with pure physical strength, he must be a high-ranking samurai! and he must be a samurai who strengthens the physical direction to achieve it.

Darko thought to himself that in a one-on-one confrontation of the same level, whether the opponent was an intermediate magician or an intermediate samurai, he could win the battle. If the opponent is a high-level professional, Dakko also has a lot of strength by relying on a large number of scrolls and real name abilities. However, when he faced this dwarf at this time, sweat kept flowing down his forehead, and even Darko himself did not feel it.

Darko realized that the dwarf had something in him that he couldn't see. In fact, Dakko's bones have extremely powerful enchantments, and his spellcasting has reached the level of a high-level magician. However, after all, his level is only intermediate, in the Mercury plane, only high-level professionals who have reached the upper limit of strength can touch the laws of the plane, and the difference between intermediate professionals is only one level, but it is a world of difference, which is like the gap between the archmage and the holy magister in the Amysia plane.

After all, the enhancement of foreign objects is not their own strength, and Daktronics finally understood this, and made up his mind to raise his strength to a high level as soon as possible. In fact, Darko relies on the ability of his real name, and he can also faintly touch the laws of the plane, but due to the limitations of the realm, what he can comprehend is very rare. At the end of the day, it's a matter of rank.

Darko used to be proud of having his real name, but now it seems that only when the level is higher can the true name's abilities be truly used. It's like the inheritance of a legendary lineage, using one's real name as the surname of the descendants. But I have never heard of a person below the legend who can use his real name for this, and he is fundamentally not level enough to comprehend the application of the deeper laws in his true name. The gap between Darko and the dwarves lies in their understanding of the laws of the plane.

By this time, the dwarf had finished beating the iron billet in his hand. Darko saw that the billet had been hammered into the shape of a tool, pointed at one end and flattened at the other, with a circular hole in the middle, apparently used to insert the wooden handle. The dwarf inserted a sturdy wooden stick into it, and Dakko discovered that it turned out to be a pickaxe used for mining. He was stunned for a moment, he thought that this skilled and powerful dwarf would make such a powerful weapon, presumably even if there was no excellent level, it should be an excellent level, but he didn't expect it to be the most ordinary pickaxe!

"People nowadays are too impetuous, and would rather take the risk of going deep into the mines to pick up than mine themselves. The dwarf turned, and Darko saw his face, his eyebrows, beard, and hair were a mess of white flowers. The dwarf glanced at Darko, and seemed to be very satisfied that Darko didn't bother him to strike iron, and took the initiative to ask, "Young man, what do you have to do? buy weapons or sell ore?"

Darko performed a mage first, out of respect for the strong. He had just wanted to ask if there were any wands for sale, but when he heard the dwarf's words, he suddenly remembered the blade of the fire-breathing beetle, so he took out a blade and said, "Do you accept this material?"

The dwarf glanced at it casually, and it was already clear, "The blade on the front jaw of the fire-breathing beetle can be used to make a blade for a normal-level weapon, and I can recycle it for 10 gold coins." ”

Darko thought for a moment and took out all of the Fire-breathing Beetle blades from the spatial rings and piled them on the ground, "I have a total of 51, and all of them are sold. ”

"I don't see it, you're not simple. The dwarf first revisited Darko with some surprise, not knowing whether it was because of the spatial ring on his hand or because he was surprised that he had taken out so many blades at once. The dwarf approached, picked up the blades one by one, looked at them, and put them down, "This kind of black stripe is more sharp, and it can already be used to create an excellent weapon, I bought it at the price of 30 gold coins, a total of 810 gold coins." ”

Darko saw that the dwarf was talking about the more powerful fire-breathing beetle, and he calculated the price with a little calculation. Among his blades were 36 ordinary blades and 15 black-striped blades, which were exactly 810 at the price given by the dwarves.

After the transaction, Daktronics put a bag full of gold coins into his space ring, and he also felt a great sense of accomplishment. After all, the money he earned before was all scrolls copied by Orlando with him, and it couldn't be considered to be earned independently, but this was the first time he relied on himself to make money.

Excited, Darko asked, "Also, I want to buy a wand." ”

"Wand?" the dwarf looked up at the sky, as if remembering something, "I have one here, but I don't sell it." ”

Darko was stunned for a moment, "Aren't you a shop here?" ”

"Just a very ordinary peachwood staff, without any enchantments or crystal nuclei. The dwarf replied with a finger like a dead twig, and pointed at the corner of the wall.

Darko looked in the direction of the dwarf's finger and saw a black wooden stick leaning in the corner of the wall, which seemed to be used as a clothesfork, under the clothesline with a few torn towels. But Darko had a vague sense that the stick was not that simple, and Darko noticed a faint cloud of negative energy swirling around it, so indistinguishable that he didn't notice it until the dwarf pointed it out to him. Darko was once an undead creature and was sensitive to this negative energy, so he knew that this wand was nothing short of extraordinary.

"It was left by a friend of mine in the past, not created by me, so I don't have the right to sell it, I have to wait for someone to take it. The dwarf said to himself, but Darko understood. It seems that this wand is not a weapon that anyone can easily use, and it must have many limitations, so the dwarf is waiting for someone to show up who can take it.

Dakko didn't hesitate any longer, and directly opened the pupil of cause and effect to look at the past. It didn't matter what it looked like, and it directly scared Darko so much that he retreated a few steps backwards before standing firm. In his field of vision, there was a layer of crimson on top of the wand, and when he looked closely, he could tell that it was because it was covered with causal connections that it enveloped the entire wand.

Dakko has not seen such a dense causal connection, the two people he saw at the magic fair, as well as the map seen by Vitk4 and the Dark Temple, all have a rather tangled causal connection. It's just that the lines on those things are all different colors, so they look messy and not a whole. But this wand is all red, like a ball of pure colored threads, and more than a dozen threads have become one, and it is difficult to distinguish them from each other.

Darko's reaction made the dwarf's eyes light up, and then he began to take a good look at Darko, only to see the dwarf's eyes flashing, and he still had the old and decrepit look before.

Darko didn't pay attention to the dwarf's probe, and at this time all his energy was drawn to this wand, "How many people has this wand killed by the owner?

"You must have guessed it, right? Why bother?" the dwarf's beard curled, as if smiling.

Darko muttered to himself, in disbelief, "Blood Mage, Samoyed. ”

The dwarf nodded meaningfully, confirming Darko's suspicions.

Samoyed used to be a high-level mage of the Thunder Church, and a professional of this level would not have caused much of a sensation even if he was outstanding, but the discovery of the secondary plane gave him room to use his talents. In the Mercury plane, Samoyed was born at a time when the major churches were fighting each other for territory. A professional of the same rank didn't even last more than three minutes in his hands, when the name of the Blood Mage Samoyed resounded throughout the Mercury Plane.

However, the magic revolution began vigorously, and the major churches pointed the finger at the vitamin guild, and the dispute with Mercury came to an end, and the major churches started peace talks. Samoyed, however, was treated as an outcast in the peace talks because of his heavy killings, and was imprisoned in a prison on the Mercury plane for fifteen years.

However, after that, Samoyed led the prisoners in the prison to storm the prison, and successfully escaped, slaughtering everyone in the branch of the Thunder Church in the Mercury plane. In the process of revenge, he inevitably brought some unrelated personnel. Ordinary people came second, but among those he killed were members of other churches and guilds. As a result, Samoyed became the target of public criticism and was wanted by the entire plane. However, Samoyed is already the highest level of existence in the Mercury plane, and he has mastered the laws of the plane during the more than ten years he has been in prison, and the people sent to hunt him down are not Samoyed's opponents, but are killed by him. In the midst of endless fighting and killing, Samoyed gradually lost himself until he finally killed anyone he saw. The grievances of countless dead people also piled up on him, and affected his weapon, becoming a murder weapon in the true sense.

Samoyed is wanted by all planes, so naturally he has to fight non-stop, which means more killing. However, the thunder mage was one of the strongest elemental mages, and Samoyed himself took the strong attack route, and he never lost countless battles. Even the clones of the saint-level powerhouses of the Amysian plane who descended on the Mercury plane in the form of projections were destroyed by Samoyed.

Samoyed's actions angered the Church of the Gods, and several of the churches with the largest number of slain people finally decided to kill him, so they placed an order with the Vitamin Guild and finally killed Samoyed. And the seemingly ordinary weapon in his hand, but in fact it is eternally cursed, is nowhere to be found.

Wanted criminals like Samoyed are not uncommon in the Mercury plane, and they rely on their level and equipment to roam the sub-plane. As long as it wasn't too much like Samoyed, the wanted churches wouldn't have invested heavily in chasing them, so these wanted criminals have been there forever.

The dwarf sighed deeply, "The killing is too heavy, so there is a curse on the weapon, and if someone else uses it rashly, it will be eaten by the curse on it." Of course, this kind of murder weapon cannot be sold to others. If you want, you can take it, but you do it at your own risk. ”

Darko stepped forward slowly, pondered for a moment, steadied himself, and then grasped his wand in his hand. The moment he held it, Darko was shocked, and he felt that countless resentments rushed to him, and those resentments were so vague that only the negative emotions in his instinct remained, and those resentments were so clear that they clearly remembered the murder weapon they had killed, and the owner of the murder weapon. It became clear to Darko that he had to have the power to deter these resentments in order to use this weapon safely. Otherwise, if you are affected by resentment in battle, it will be difficult to even hold on to your weapon, let alone attack the enemy.

Darko's mind moved slightly, and he suppressed the resentment attached to his wand with his mental power. Sure enough, under the suppression of Dakko's powerful spiritual power, the red thread contracted and became smaller as if it had been tightened. Dakko was overjoyed, raised his mental power to the extreme, and prepared to finish his work and take this wand.

The attack and defense at the spiritual level are not fancy-oriented on the surface, but they are actually extremely dangerous, and Dakko dares to do so by relying on the strength of mental power several times that exceeds that of ordinary people. However, just when Darko thought he was going to succeed, a sudden fluctuation of spirit came from the wand, like the wail of a living soul before death. This spiritual fluctuation is not very powerful, but it is extremely chaotic, and I don't know how many unwilling resentments in the soul fragments are contained. Countless emotions of resentment hit at this moment, and Darko actually experienced hundreds of emotional experiences before death in a short period of time, and his mind was unconscious of a trance. At the moment when Darko lost his mind, the fluctuations of those resentments gathered together, and suddenly broke through Darko's spiritual power, and lightning struck his soul like lightning.

Dakko was shocked, if he was invaded by this fluctuation, he was afraid that his soul would be injured at least, and at worst he would become a slave of this wand! At this moment, the point of the law of Shura in his real name quietly lit up, and a red line floated out of Dakko's body like a ribbon, winding towards the causal connection of the law of Shura on the wand. The causal connection was also beating violently, trying to break free. But Darko has also recovered from his loss of consciousness, and his powerful spiritual power is pressed head-on, and the resentment on the wand is tightly suppressed with the Shura law in his real name.

The resentment on this wand was great, but it was nothing compared to the resentful spirits that Darko had absorbed. The former is simply the resentment of being killed, but the latter is the humiliation of the collapse of faith. The former at least has an object of resentment to entangle, while the latter can only resent himself who was once ignorant. The resentment and resentment of those faithful to the major churches, abandoned by the gods and eventually died in the hell of the dead, eventually became part of Darko's power, and could not be matched by the resentment of ordinary soul fragments.

Dacko held his wand, and the pupils in his eyes dizzed and contracted, and finally calmed down. When the spiritual power was withdrawn, he was surprised to find that there was already a little more sense of his soul in the wand, and this wand was now like an extension of his spiritual power, and he could control the operation of his magic power at will, which meant that he could complete the magic more quickly in the process of casting spells. And Darko found that after this battle on the spiritual battlefield, his understanding of the law of Shura was more profound.

The dwarf looked at Darko incredulously, it was not that no one had touched this wand before, but the result was the same, just touching it was affected by the curse in it, and it couldn't recover for a few days. Darko only paused for a moment before holding it up to check, apparently suppressing the resentment on his wand. He was able to touch the wand for a short time because he had killed enough people, but what was the situation with this young man? The dwarf was shocked, but Darko was wearing a cloak, and he couldn't see the clue.

Darko closed his eyes tightly and reconnected his wand with his mental power, feeling the magic in it, "It's a good wand, and I feel the domineering of its previous owner in it." ”

The dwarf was stunned for a moment, then sighed, and finally shook his head, "Since you can pick it up, it means that it has recognized you, and the murder weapon that killed the most people has found its owner again, and I don't know if it's fortunate or unfortunate." ”

Darko was unimpressed, he had been educated in the Academy of Magic, and had always believed that weapons were not good or evil. Whether to use it to kill good people or bad people with the same weapon, only the murderer can decide.

Darko thought for a moment and asked again, "I want to buy some materials, the skins of second-order and above demonic beasts, as well as common demonic plants such as rush grass and golden thread flowers, all need some." ”

"I only have some of the simplest weapons here, a little bit of mercury, but none of the other materials you want. The dwarf turned his head and hung the cooled pickaxe on the iron shelf behind him, "You can buy the monster skin from the mercenaries, but you can only hunt the second-order monster when they are lucky, you wait for half a month, maybe they will return to Yorktown once." ”

Darko couldn't help but be disappointed when he heard this, if he didn't have it in this town, he didn't know how many more towns he would have to go to to buy it, which would undoubtedly increase the danger of exposure. Darko hesitated, but the dwarf answered, "Yorktown is mostly ordinary transactions, I'm afraid it won't meet your needs." ”

Darko was a little disappointed when he heard this, he wanted to buy the next half year's grain, so he naturally needed a place that could provide a large transaction, but the dwarf said that it could not meet his needs. Wait, how could he know what he needed? Darko was startled for a moment, and looked up at the dwarf, just as he saw the dwarf's face wrinkled together, as if looking at him with a smile, but there was a calm look in his eyes. Darko finally put his mind at ease, it seems that this dwarf has only guessed his needs after reading countless people, and it is by no means simply buying some low-level materials.

"There's a town of Mano a few dozen kilometres to the west, a little bigger, not as good as Yorktown, but there's a black market there, which is said to be pretty good. The dwarf didn't sell it, but said this as if talking to himself, and went about his own business again.

Darko's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked some more details about the black market, thanked the dwarves, found the location of the town of Mano on the map, and hurried in that direction.