Ian laughed, "I can't ask for it." I'm just about to ask you how to process hard carapaces, I don't know anything about the materials of these monsters, and I don't know how to process them without any understanding. ”

"Of course!" Leila excitedly said, "Wait, you can also process materials?"

"I use my psionic power to forge metal weapons and utensils, but I've never worked with Warcraft materials. Ian explained, "So, that's where your help is needed. ”

"Magic Blacksmith!" Layla suddenly stopped and cried softly, her tail wagging happily, her eyes wide open staring at Ian's face, "The Twelve Gods are above, and I actually met a living magic blacksmith!"

Ian laughed at her exaggeration, "If it weren't for Sid, I would have been a dead blacksmith." ”

"Rest assured," Leila said confidently, "you can rest assured that we can make excellent finished products from these materials." I'm going to start collecting information tonight and I'm going to give you a plan. Then she whispered excitedly, "Oh my God, I'm going to work with the blacksmith! Grandpa will be jealous of me, haha!"

"Grandpa?"

"Ah—it's the president of our Investigation Society, the old man who entrusted you with the release. ”

"Turns out he's your grandfather. But you're a cat man......"

"Well, there is no blood relationship, I am an orphan. Layla said nonchalantly, her mind as if it had flown to her research room, "He taught me about Warcraft and Demonic Elements. ”

Ian noticed that the street was getting deserted, and then saw the strange statue around the corner, and knew that the mansion of the Fallen Society was almost there. Chatting about Warcraft and processing knowledge, I didn't realize that I had come so far.

"By the way, the magic energy commissioned to investigate this time," Ian asked, "Did you find anything?"

Lyra's eyes lit up again: "Yes, it's really wrong! Although I only did a preliminary test after I came back, the overall concentration has far exceeded the sum of the last three years." ”

Ian had no idea what magic was in, so he asked, "What does that mean?"

"Explain," Lyra said, "the continent is changing dramatically, faster than the seasons change, perhaps faster than the rotation of the twelve divine moons!"

Seeing that Ian still looked dazed, Leila lowered her voice and said, "This means that the activities of the Demonic Beast will be several times more frequent than in the past, and if you are unlucky, you will encounter a Demonic Beast that is more dangerous than the Manticore." ”

Ian looked at the sunset in the distance, and the purple-red sky, and said slowly: "In other words, the wild will become more and more dangerous......"

"No," the cat-man scholar corrected him immediately, "it should be said that no part of this continent will be absolutely safe. ”

Ian nodded.

"And......" Leila seemed to hesitate to continue, "the concentration of magic seems to show a regular geographical distribution of strength and weakness. ”

"What do you mean?" Ian didn't understand her academic language.

"The closer you get to the borders of the Empire, the higher the concentration of magic essence. Lyra said a little mysteriously, "We're all so dense here, I really don't know ...... the Empire," she suddenly shut up and stood in front of the Guild's mansion.

"What will happen to the Empire?" asked Ian with a solemn look in his eyes.

"It's going to be bad," Leila accentuated her judgment, "it's bad." ”

Two days later, Lyra's grandfather, the president of the Demon Element and Warcraft Investigation Association, was in a caravan towed by two dragons, speeding on his way to Abel, the capital of the Western Federation. He rubbed through the volume of documents he had in his hand, which contained the results of a survey of the concentration of magic on the border between the Federation and the Empire. The old man's face was dark, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes from time to time.

The afternoon weather was quite clear, and Sid sat in the forecourt garden of the Goldtail Chamber of Commerce, basking in the sun boredly.

He watched the people coming and going outside the gate, guessing their origin and identity.

- It's so boring.

But he couldn't go out, and letting off steam, here in the front garden, was already Maggie's greatest tolerance for him. As soon as the old man doctor is gone, Maggie seems to have become the chief health advisor of this mercenary group, and has the highest say in everyone's health and even food.

The terrible thing is that even the head of the regiment, Rodel, acquiesced to her identity.

Sid let out a long sigh and leaned back—"it hurts...... it hurts" He gasped, forgetting that the three wounds on his chest and the cracks in his ribs hadn't healed yet. I don't know how long it will take to return to normal and move freely. There are still a lot of commissions posted in the mercenary guild waiting for him to complete, and the owner of the processing house in Babel is still waiting for him to pay back the money, and now he can only sit here and bask in the sun! Ah, the two-handed sword that the owner of the processing house made for him only used for a few days, and then he lost it. Listening to Ian's description, he was "taken away" by the manticore.

He didn't know that it was just Ian's excuse to make up, and his two-handed sword had been with Leila for the past few days. Ian goes to the Investigation Guild every day to consult with Layla about Warcraft materials, and he plans to surprise him by using Manticore's materials to strengthen Sid's two-handed sword.

"Damn monster! When I recover, I'm going to have to go find it and get the weapon back!" Sid cursed inwardly. But calm down, he knew that such a thing was almost impossible to happen. Not to mention that they have no way of knowing the whereabouts of the manticore, and even if they do, he still lost his sword in his fully armed state, and almost died, so why should he go to the monster and retrieve the sword now?

He was in distress when there was a sudden noise outside the door. Immediately after, he saw Ian and Lyra come out from behind the wall. They were followed by a small cart, which a worker pulled into the vestibule.

"Sid?" Ian shouted, then laughed, "You're here, looking for you." As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Leila. And the cat man scholar also had a secretive smile on his face, which made Sid baffled.

"What is this?" Sid said, gesturing to the full cart. In the pile of groceries, there was a long strip of baggage, tightly wrapped in strips of cloth.

"Good stuff. Layla smiled and pointed to the long cloth bag, "This, Ian prepared for you." ”

"Open it up?" Sid suspiciously saw a rare look on Ian's face, like anticipation, and like a smile.

Sid held out a hand and lifted it lightly, realizing that it was not as heavy as it looked on the surface.

As he unloaded the strips of cloth wrapped around the outside, an ebony hilt wrapped in pitch-black cloth was revealed. Sid raised his eyes and looked at Ian, his eyes shining with excitement. He quickened the movement of his hand, trying to remove all the strips of cloth at once. But when he unloaded the strip of cloth along the hilt of his sword to the base of the blade, he suddenly stopped.

He looked at Ian again, this time with a look of consternation in his eyes.

He quickly ripped off all strips of cloth, and a black, dull two-handed greatsword appeared before their eyes. The two-handed sword narrowed upwards from the gauntlet, but instead of being tower-like and symmetrical like a broad-edged sword, it was tilted to one side and curved slightly—more like a giant scimitar, but far less curved than a scimitar.

Sid's original two-handed sword had been reinforced by the-man boss of the Processing House with the bones of a corpse carp, and Ian had reshaped it with the Manticore's hard armor. The design of the curved arc is indeed a reference to the practice of the alien blade scimitar, which only has a single-sided blade, but the slash will be sharper.

The most special thing about this sword is its blade, a black material that is layered together and wraps around the entire sword, so that even in the sunlight, it is almost impossible to see the reflection.

"You made me a new sword?" Sid asked.

"The manticore left a piece of its tail as compensation for us, and I put it to good use. Ian laughed, "Layla told me that its black hard carapace can be used to make sword blades, which are both strong and sharp. This time, in addition to the tails, there are also many that were broken in battle, and I used them to strengthen the blades of your two-handed sword. ”

"Is this my one?" Sid was surprised, his appearance completely unrecognizable.

"Well, it's still that. Ian reached out and flicked the blade, "It's just that it blends into the tough nature of the Scorpion Tail Carapace, and easily changes the shape of the blade." I didn't expect the weight to become lighter. ”

Sid held the two-handed sword in his hand and looked at it repeatedly, his face slightly flushed with excitement.

Ian continued, "So I tried blending the hilt into the ebony to balance out the weight - you know, casting with psychic power is a great way to blend together materials that don't seem to mix. He pointed to the end of the hilt again, "I have taken it upon my own initiative to decorate the head of the sword with your family crest." But I only looked at it that night, and the light was dim, I don't know if it looks like it, hehe!"

"Like. Hilmore held the family crest on the head of the sword and silently said a word.

"Oops, Ian," Layla laughed, "you look like you're going to make him cry." ”

With a "bang", Sid slammed the giant sword down with one hand, and the sound of the blade tearing through the air seemed to show off his sharpness.

He smiled and said, "Amazing, amazing, what a good sword!" As soon as he finished speaking, he fell back flat and fell to the ground with his sword in his hand. Only then did Lyra notice that Sid's face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and the white shirt on his chest was clearly red.

"What's wrong with you?" Ian hurriedly stepped forward to check.

"Forget the wounds...... A little dizzy...... "Sid didn't finish his sentence, and immediately shut his mouth and fell silent. At the same time, Ian felt a familiar murderous aura, and when he turned around, it was Maggie's sharp gaze glaring at Sid at the door.

Giggs poked his head out from behind Maggie and gloated, "Sid, your chest is red!

The crowd scrambled to carry Sid back to the room, and the sword was left in the hall. Every mercenary soldier who returns to the hall will join in the evaluation and discussion of the sword until Rodel returns.

The old head glanced at the sword, and immediately asked Ian with a serious expression, "Where did you get it?"

"Leila helped me find a way to process it......"

"And then?"

Giggs interjected: "Then I'll find someone from the processing house to make it!"

"I've been in the oasis for so many years, and I know very well the level of the processing house here. "Besides, that guy is still an old friend of mine." What he can do and what he can't do, how can I not know?"

With that, he looked at Ian again. The others also looked at Ian.

Ian had no intention of hiding it, and said, "Before I became a mercenary, I made a living by forging metal weapons, armor, and living utensils with my psychic power. However, I have never touched the processing of Warcraft materials before, and this time it is all up to Lyla to provide me with knowledge......" Before he finished speaking, he felt that his surroundings had become unusually quiet.

Immediately after, it turned out to be just the calm before the storm. The next moment, the hall of the Golden Tail Chamber of Commerce was boiling.