Sherlock's brain is now quite active, but this only strengthens his ability to understand and remember, and he is still not able to analyze specific events.

After thinking about what to do in line with the illusion maker's idea, he still didn't have any specific idea after thinking about it for more than half an hour, but the constant knocking on the door was obviously not ready to give him more time to think.

"Crown, the coronation ceremony is about to begin, please hurry."

The Sword of Domination had chosen a dark elf, and the greedy elven families of course refused to admit it, but as in history, those who tried to attack Sawyer were burned to ashes by the flames of the sword, and no one dared to oppose the new crown.

Sherlock followed the guide through the coronation ceremony, and then sat down on the Elven Throne for the first council, and below sat representatives of various races, waiting for the new crown's instructions.

You expect someone who hasn't even attended a serious school to preside over a big conference on the development of an entire race, and you can't think about it.

So, he now has two methods, one is revenge and the other is change.

With the power of the Sword of Domination, he is an almost invincible existence in this fantasy, he can do whatever he wants, revenge is naturally not a big problem, and even killing all the Sun Elves in Comantso is no problem.

This choice is more in line with Drow's thinking, but in this way, it makes no sense for the behind-the-scenes people to spend so much trouble playing this fantasy.

Since he doesn't choose revenge, he can only try to change the status quo of racial discrimination, which seems to be more in line with Sawyer's inner wishes.

This path is far more difficult than the previous one, Sherlock himself does not know how to walk, but there have been two strong-mouthed kings who have discussed this issue in his ear, and he is still impressed, as long as he can follow this line of thought, there is still a possibility of success.

"First...... Second...... Finally, Myth Trono is always open to all good people. ”

After all, this is just a fantasy and not reality, not even a virtual game, and the setting of everything is naturally not so detailed, when Sherlock finished this last sentence, the surrounding scene dissipated into layers of white mist, revealing an empty stone room.

There is only a delicate long sword stuck in the ground in the center of the stone chamber, which looks exactly like the sword of domination in the illusion.

The elven clan used to have three holy swords, the sword of domination, the sword of war, and the sword of the arcane law, which respectively represent the crowned king, chief martial arts chief, and chief mage chief of the new kingdom.

Astrologers once predicted that the day when the three holy swords gathered would be the time when the elven royal court was rebuilt.

Now that the day of the prophecy is getting closer and closer, Yongju Island is already preparing to set out on the Myth Zonno, and the whereabouts of the other two holy swords have also come to the surface.

"Luck won't be so good." Sherlock took the form of a blue frog and swept it over and over with his frog eyes, but he couldn't see the slightest hint of falsehood or the slightest fluctuation in his magical power.

But it's still a bit difficult to convince him that he has a chance to get the legendary Sword of Domination, and at this stage, neither the game company nor the system will release this kind of thing.

Questioning in his heart, his body walked forward without his own control, anyway, he would never be willing not to pull it out.

There was no trap spell enchantment, so he slowly walked in front of the long sword, and then grasped the hilt of the sword with lightning speed.

Feeling the huge and mysterious resistance, Sherlock burst into flames, and the crimson muscles of his arms bulged, bursting out with all his strength.

Strength Amplification Elixir!

Brute Force Scroll!

Strength Determination Potion!

Beef bone broth!

All kinds of potion scrolls about power are constantly being used, but the long sword is still not moving.

Persist until the end of the drug, he can only let go of the hands holding the sword, this is a game after all, there is no such thing as explosive seeds, his current extreme strength can't be pulled out, and it is useless to shout the small universe.

"It seems that you are not the one chosen by the sword." A crisp female voice suddenly sounded

Sherlock turned his head to look, and saw a blonde Lori appear out of thin air in the stone chamber, slowly floating from a distance.

"Is it Lord Silinchy?" He asked tentatively, the sword of domination was taken away by her.

"Oh!" The blonde Lori was also surprised, "I didn't expect that more than 900 years have passed, and there are still people in the outside world who know me." ”

"Greetings to Lord Sherlock, a follower of Merrikai, a descendant of the elves, a guardian of nature, and a kind harper."

When you meet this kind of NPC who knows the origin of the origin, it is very important to report your home, in fact, the long list in front of you is all additive, and the identity of the harpist in the end is the most important.

As a constituent of the Goddess of Magic, Sirisy has always had a good relationship with the Harpist Alliance, especially Ilminster, who formed a deep friendship when the two learned about spells together at the Tower of Wind Song.

"Harpist, familiar name, this old fellow of Ilminster is not dead, is he?"

Silinxi, an old Lori who has lived for more than 3,000 years, is indeed qualified to ridicule the strongest mage on land.

"Your Excellency the Archmage is still alive and well, and his temper is still fiery." Sherlock certainly hadn't come into contact with NPCs of this level, but it wasn't hard to get some of the day-to-day work of this mage from the troubadour's story and other people's conversations.

"Huh." As if thinking of memories of the past, Siricy covered her mouth and laughed, "Well, since you are a harpist, you must have heard of the origin of this sword. ”

"I willfully took the Sword of Domination back then, which led to the fall of the myth Dron, and now it's finally time to return it, I wanted to choose a new owner for it, but unfortunately you still couldn't get its approval."

This is naturally talking about what Sherlock couldn't pull up just now, and I don't know what the conditions set are, is it because his elf blood is not pure enough, but Silinxi is not an elf, isn't she also recognized, this problem is probably only known to the system.

"For some reason, I have to stay in the ruins of this Mayerjee Tower, and you have passed the two tests I have set, so I hope that you will find a suitable master for this sword in my place, and then restore the former glory of the myth Drowno."

Silincy floated above the sword, pulled it out with a slight grip of her little hand, and began to chant inexplicable syllables in her mouth.