Raphael leaned against the door and rushed to the returning Ronin Nunu mouth: "Do you remember everything?"

Luo Ning tapped his head twice: "Of course! We don't have a cover here! Hmph, fortunately, I was merciful enough to go in for you! Otherwise, with your little ability, I'm afraid that before you get close to the diamond wind snake, you will be eaten by the threaded bear shrimp!"

"Fart, I'm afraid of those stinky fish and shrimp?

Luo Ning smiled without saying a word, and when he walked into the forging room, Raphael suddenly sighed: "If possible, find a few more copies of Dark Star Essence Iron." ”

"Why? Do you have enough magic patterns to teach you?"

"It's none of that! Remember the Sword of the White Night? the same one that Princess Lena had mentioned. ”

Luo Ning suddenly realized: "Could it be that the Dark Star Essence Iron is also one of the materials for building the White Night Divine Sword?!"

Raphael's gaze was on the setting sun, and the deep twilight reflected his cheeks crimson: "Wurm Claw, Kunpeng Feather, Night-Striped Steel, Colorful Star Iron, Titan Blood, Star-Moon Stone, and Dark Star Essence Iron." The legendary White Night Sword is made of these seven materials. But to be honest, I don't know how powerful this sword is. All I know is that blood is added to the casting, which means a possibility!"

"What is possible?!"

As long as the right soul is sealed into the sword body, the machine spirit will automatically conceive, be born, and continue to grow until it develops self-consciousness and becomes an extremely powerful fighting force. In my mind, this is the real watershed between artifact demigods and other equipment! Well, now is not the time to teach you this. Let's go in first, get a good night's sleep, and get ready to enter the hunting ground tomorrow!"

That same night, in the garrison of the Condor Legion. Field Marshal Gaiman was still sitting at his desk, taking care of the affairs of the army. It's just that he wrinkles his nose from time to time and feels uncomfortable with the smell of chicken in the air.

The smell came from Arthur McEnn, the dragon slayer knight who was also in the office. He was lying on his back on the chaise longue that Marshal Gaiman usually used to rest, his legs crossed to the edge of his desk, and a large plate of roast chicken roasted to a golden brown resting on his chest. He was clutching half of the uneaten chicken leg in his hand, his beard was rubbed with chicken legs, and his expression was extremely carefree, and Marshal Gaiman wanted to jump up and kick him in the ass.

Xu was a little more reluctant in his heart, Arthur deliberately smiled and said, "Brain door." Does Logan agree with your decision? If he doesn't, I'll reason with him tomorrow! He's still going to give me the face of the dragon slayer!" In fact, the three major schools are placed in all human countries, and they are all regarded as the existence of the guests.

Marshal Gaiman stopped his pen and sneered: "That guy Logan is just arrogant, and he is not stupid, of course he won't go too far! I only need to find that friend of Neo now, and I can immediately sign a contract with him to be the exclusive blacksmith of the Condor Legion! ”

"On the same level as your precious son, he should be unhappy, right?"

"No, this stinky boy of Neo must be with excitement! He and this Mr. Ronin Campbell have been through the same situation in Goldwater. The 'Tairug Sandstorm' that has plagued Jinshui City for nearly a thousand years is now sleeping in the magic sword at his waist!"

"If you don't say I'll forget!" Arthur threw the plate on the table, wiped it clean with a napkin, jumped up and grabbed Marshal Gaiman's arm: "Brain, you have to do me a favor!"

"You thick eyebrows, let go of a fart if you have a fart!"

"When we find him, I want to borrow his sword to try two tricks, and take a good look at what that sword will look like after the seal is broken!"

Marshal Gaiman snorted softly, "Tell him yourself." I'm okay with that!"

"Report!", "Come in." ”

Just then, a young officer pushed the door open and entered, holding a list written on a parchment scroll.

"Found the kid?"

The young officer's face was a little subtle: "Yes, I found that Mr. Ronin Campbell." He is currently studying the art of blacksmithing with Mr. Raphael in the Academy. ”

Arthur slapped his thigh when he heard this: "Haha! That stinky old man is really lying to me! I'll just say, how could my intuition of a dragon slayer knight be wrong?"

"It's just that," the young officer continued, "it's just that this Mr. Campbell is in a little trouble. Marshal, this is the list of participants in this great hunt. Look at the end of this line!"

Special participant: Raw material gathering – Ronin Campbell. Destination: Wind Snake Valley.

"Nonsense!" Arthur slammed into a fuss, out of anger.

"That diamond wind snake is a real eighth-level demonic beast! Both of us are difficult to deal with, that little guy goes in, where is there a way to live?! Who ordered this, who is it?!"

"I heard that Elder Avali went to the forge room with the order printed with Prince Logan's seal, originally wanting Mr. Raphael to help collect it, but later Mr. Campbell volunteered to ask Dean Flamel to change his mind and agree to him enter instead of Mr. Raphael. ”

"I, I'm going to Logan to judge and get him to take back this damn order!"

"Don't worry!" Marshal Gaiman grabbed Arthur.

"It's almost early in the morning, you go to Logan now, he won't see you at all! Why don't we wait for tomorrow, let's go to Morrowind Academy to question him!"

Arthur puffed up, "Okay, that's it! Hmph, I'm really angry! If you let me know who's doing the trick, see that I don't break his leg!"

The lights in Marshal Gaiman's office were soon extinguished. Not only them, but the vast majority of the people in Morrowind Kingdom were already asleep at the moment. With the exception of some "hares" who were released into the hunting ground in advance - the Warcraft Forest.

Somewhere in a glade in the western part of the Warcraft Forest, a bonfire was blazing, illuminating the figures of a dozen or so prisoners dressed in gray shorts around them.

"Are all of us here?" asked a bald man at the head. On the top of the man's head, there is a tattoo in the shape of a purple scorpion, which looks particularly weird.

The person next to him glanced around, nodded and said, "Except for the three guys who prepared weapons and sacrifices, the remaining dozen people are here!"

"Very good!" the purple scorpion clapped his bald hands and laughed, "When the blood sacrifice is over, we will prepare traps and enchantments in the western half of the forest." The Daredevil had just promised me that they would prepare a few people to act as cannon fodder, and that we would send someone to lead those students into the trap area and then use blood magic to deal with them. ”

"Hmph, borrowing a knife to kill someone, they have a good plan!" Several people next to him sneered and expressed their dissatisfaction.

The purple scorpion bald man was not angry, but was a little happy because of his companion's actions: "Don't worry, just offer enough sacrifices and ask that god to come here, no matter how cunning he is, he will not escape death." Let's do it, everyone, we blood mages can't lose to those shits of the night demons!"

At that moment, there was a loud noise in the bushes near the campfire, and a large python's head poked out of it. The two gray figures were high above the python's head, but there was no magic fluctuation on their bodies, but they had another majesty.

"Chief, we have already brought the sacrifice according to your order!!" With that, the python suddenly opened its bloody mouth, its neck squirmed, and spat out dozens of broken human corpses.

The purple scorpion smiled and said, "Very good! Now I announce that the blood sacrifice has officially begun!"

(End of chapter)