Witt was frightened by the old butler's inexplicable words and the gloomy atmosphere of the room, and hurriedly grabbed the key and walked towards the end of the corridor.

The door at the end of the hallway was obviously much thicker than the doors in the other rooms, and it was obvious that it was supposed to be a place for valuables, presumably an arsenal. Witt inserted the key into the doorway and spun it around, then pushed it and the door opened.

Before Witt entered the door, he could clearly see the furnishings. The room was about fifty square meters in size, and the walls were lined with all kinds of weapons, such as one-handed axes, spears, two-handed swords, one-handed swords, bows, shields, etc., which made Witt jaw-dropping.

Witt walked around the room, looking at the walls and the weapons racks hung with all sorts of never-before-seen weapons. Walk to a place, which happens to be the place where the tomahawks are stored, both one-handed axes and two-handed axes.

Witt picked up a heavy two-handed axe and looked at it carefully, but was surprised that the battle axe was so heavy, estimated to weigh five kilograms. I saw that this battle axe was two meters long, and the blade was thick and sharp, although the attack distance was very long, its bulkiness sacrificed too much weapon flexibility, not to mention that Witt felt that it was difficult to hold it in his hand, and he immediately classified the axe.

Witt tried a few other two-handed tomahawks, but none of them fitted, either they were too heavy, too light, or not constructed to meet the requirements of tomahawks. Witt walked around the room again, as if there was nothing more new, until suddenly he saw a black hanging object hanging on the corner wall, and when he approached it, it was indeed a dusty wooden box. Witt was curious and wanted to remove the black box, but he couldn't move it. When the palm touches the surface of the box and the lid is loose, it is found that the black box can be opened directly.

Witt curiously lifted the lid, and the thick dust flew up, choking Witt's nose and throat. I saw that it was pitch black in the box, and the outline of a weapon was faintly visible. Witt gently took out the weapon, and when he looked closely, it was indeed a dull, slightly dull dazzling black two-handed tomahawk. Even the axe in the sturdy box was covered in dust, and it was possible that this tomahawk had been left unattended for a long time.

Witt gently wiped the dust off the tomahawk, and the axe looked a little shiny. I saw that the outline of the tomahawk blade was round, and the blade was extremely sharp and there were no traces of polishing. The back of the knife has serrated teeth, and the original dazzling black color makes the whole axe slightly domineering. The tip of the axe is thick, and it looks like two conical bottoms are joined together. Even more peculiar, the body of this tomahawk is not made of wood like other two-handed tomahawks, but is also made of unknown metal that is dazzling black. The whole axe is evenly constructed, all black in color, about one meter long, and weighs about three kilograms, which is just not too heavy and not light, not much different from Witt's original logging axe, or even lighter.

Witt was also surprised by how the all-metal tomahawk was so light, but it was also obvious that Witt decided to choose this tomahawk as his melee weapon. Witt didn't hesitate, gently put the lid of the black box back in place, as if no one had touched it, walked out of the arsenal, locked the door from the new, returned the key to the creepy old butler, and hurried away.

Everything was ready, and it was already the end of noon and the beginning of the day. Witt hurried to the kitchen, asked for cheese and dry bread, and went straight to the driving range. After a morning of training on the playground, Witt went to the melee practice ground with the scarecrow and hung his oak bow and quiver on the weapon rack before picking up the battle axe he had just chosen.

The dazzling black tomahawk in the sunlight was even more eye-catching, and Witt realized that the tomahawk was also engraved with gold threads, as if it had become a beast. Witt felt that the tomahawk was extraordinary, and was afraid of attracting attention, so he immediately tore off a piece of cloth and wrapped the axe tightly, covering the metal axe and the carvings on it as much as possible. But the strange shape of the knife face is still difficult to hide.

Witt didn't think much of it, remembering the other three axe skills that Cass had taught before: the axe hook, the axe stab, and the axe sweep, and began to practice at the scarecrow over and over again, and tried to make combos at the scarecrow from time to time. Sure enough, as Cass said, Witt still has enough strength when he sends out two consecutive moves, and he can still cause some damage to the scarecrow when he makes three consecutive moves, but when it comes to the fourth consecutive move, Witt obviously feels that his strength is insufficient, and he even feels dizzy due to lack of oxygen, and the damage caused to the scarecrow is also limited. Witt didn't turn the corner on the fourth combo, but had to do the first three combos more accurately.

Time passed little by little, and the scorching sun shone on Witt's sturdy and busy bones, wantonly absorbing the sweat on Witt's body, bringing endless dryness to Witt's throat, but it did not shake his heart to insist on training. Twice, twice, three times, Witt kept repeating those movements and the combos he kept trying. Wittur believes that as long as you practice and repeat the same movement, you can develop muscle memory and respond quickly when it matters most.

The sky was fiery red, and the red line shot from the fiery red disc made it difficult to open your eyes. Grandpa Sun and the shadows formed by the sunlight on the plants chased each other and frolicked, and the shadows were sometimes lengthened, sometimes shortened, so amused that Grandpa Sun choked on his throat, and even forgot to glow, so tired that he went west to rest. Without the company of Grandpa Sun, the shadow children lost their interest and went home to find their "mothers". The sun is gone, the sky is empty, and Uncle Yun has found Uncle Feng again out of nowhere. The cool breeze swept through Fesdena, and carried away the steaming heat of the fort, which made the group of recruits in training on the playground feel refreshed and refreshed. When the birds saw that there was a lot of excitement outside, they also came out and made a lot of noise, and they scurried to and fro on the branches, and they sang with that pleasant sound, and they were very happy.

Gradually, everyone was tired of playing, Grandpa Sun had already gone home, and the lack of sun in the sky was too much of a foil, and it became dim. The birds are gone, Uncle Yun is gone, and the "children" are also home, but Uncle Feng still seems to be nostalgic for the days when everyone used to play together, and he is still shouting in the dark, but no one responds to him.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed in the darkness, and Uncle Feng was overjoyed and flew forward, but it was just a firelight, not the sun. The fire was disturbed by Uncle Feng and scurried up and down, but it had no soul. Uncle Feng noticed that there was a young man next to the dancing firelight, who was shooting arrows with a bow in the archery range, repeating the same action, and he didn't seem to be bored. Uncle Feng felt lonely and lonely, wrapped around the young man, and this was the only one

The boy can make Uncle Feng feel the existence of a living soul.

When the fire was extinguished and the boy left, Uncle Feng swept away until he disappeared into the sky.

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