Chapter 1054: Exploring the Dark Night (7)

Daddy Odin's gaze fell on the two scimitars, his eyes were initially full of disdain, probably because he looked down on such crude weapons;

But after he saw it a second time, he immediately frowned, and the doubt on his face concealed his disdain;

He looked back and forth again, and couldn't help but let out a low cry of "ah" from his mouth:

"Give it to me!" Solal didn't say anything, and directly stuffed the scimitar into Daddy Odin's hand: "You can take your time and see enough." Daddy Odin took the Thunder Lizard Twin Knives in his hand and weighed them, swung them left and knocked them right, not dancing the twin knives, trying to get used to the feel of the two scimitars.

After touching it for a while, the old man handed the two scimitars back to Solal, and then stroked his gray beard, which was neither long nor short, and muttered in a low voice, "It's a pity." "But, what a pity?" asked the werewolf curiously.

"The workmanship is very ingenious, and the production zuò is very delicate and attentive. The idea of using the bones of the thunder lizard of different hardness to make the core and shell of the sword is also very novel and wonderful. The old man was full of praise for the scimitar: "Well, the teeth of the thunder lizard are always only the teeth of the thunder lizard. The material is a bargain and has a direct impact on the quality of the weapon itself. If you want to enchant a demon and use it as a sharper weapon, it's really okay. But if you want to make it a magic weapon for generations and celebrities through the ages? -- impossible. Solal put away his scimitar and grumbled irritably, "Daddy, why do you always think in that direction. We don't need any magic weapons that have been famous for generations, we just need a weapon that can survive the next exam. "Exam?" Daddy Odin thought for a moment before he remembered something, "Oh, what a stupid Knights of the Round Table exam, right?" You are not a descendant, you know what knight exam to take, except for fighting, it is fighting. You've lost the face of the dragon hunters. "I don't want to talk about that, Daddy. Solal hurriedly interrupted.

"Hmph. Odin snorted dissatisfiedly, placing the cooled hammer on his right shoulder: "So, what kind of strength do you want your ideal weapon to achieve?" Bediwell waited for this for a long time, and took the opportunity to speak: "Cheng Dù, who can cut against lightsaber weapons without breaking." "Lightsaber? That kind of evil way, a bargain made of random parts. Odin Daddy smiled disdainfully: "It's not easy to surpass lightsabers in performance." Use the weapons in your hands, dip a little worm slurry, and go back to the furnace to forge it casually, and the hardness is enough to collide with an ordinary lightsaber. "Really?" The werewolf seemed to see the light of hope, summoned up the courage to step out from behind the demon swordsman, and asked his father tremblingly, "So...... How much does it cost?" Daddy Odin cocked up a finger.

"One, one hundred million?!" Bediwell almost vomited blood again.

"It's not. It's 1,000 Egyptian dollars. Misunderstood, Odin's father had a slight displeasure on his face: "I won't earn money that doesn't belong to my own labor." No matter how strong this weapon is, it's only worth a thousand, so I'll take a thousand. "In this way, the price offered by Daddy is actually quite fair. For 1,000 Egyptians, you can get a weapon of the same strength as a lightsaber, and it's a good deal.

Bediwell pulled out his turtle-tongue whip and lizard-fanged dagger from behind him: "If the price of these weapon enhancements is about a thousand yuan, please leave their enhancements to you." "Hehe, what's the matter with this whip?" Odin took the whip from Bediwell's hand and looked at it: "It's strange, do you deliberately use the tongue tendons of the highly conductive Nile giant tortoise as a weapon? What is the point of this weapon?" the old man leaned his face closer, almost sniffing, observing every fiber of the tortoise's tongue whip: "Its only merit is its electrical conductivity. When the power is applied, the three ligaments are used to exert force on each other, and the whip can be wielded as freely as a creature's tentacles. Interesting. But how do you do it, and how do you power each ligament precisely? It's impossible to think about it. "Actually, it's been achieved.

Father Odin seemed to understand something, and immediately glanced at Bedeville: "Don't tell me, you can control the movement of this whip!" Bediwell shuddered. Even this secret was seen through by Daddy Odin, and sure enough, he couldn't hide anything from this experienced blacksmith.

"How is it possible!" the old man scoffed suspiciously.

"However, the whip seems to have been soaked in worm pulp once, and it is still the first pulp. The old man began to mumble something to himself that only he could understand, "You'll have to get this out of here." The primordial had been seeping into the whip for too long, and its magic had begun to solidify into the fibers. If you don't process it quickly, there may be unpredictable changes in properties, and reprocessing will be troublesome. Bedivir stretched his face with a puzzled expression: "I didn't understand anyway. "A thousand. The old man happily made a price: "Without further ado, pay immediately, and give priority to the completion of this processing." "Good... All right. The werewolf didn't think much of it, and took out a thousand dollars from his pocket. This was originally the money he brought with him for emergency use, but now he finally used it in the right place.

Old man Odin snatched the money with one hand, stuffed it into his pocket, went over and opened a wooden bucket, took out the water bottle at his waist and filled it with a small bottle of worm pulp, and hurried into the house: "Wait outside the house, don't come into my workshop! Bediville felt a sense of loss at being turned away, but he had to guard the cart of goods after all, and it was not convenient for him to go into the house and sit for a long time, so it was just right.

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

The sound of hammers beating could be heard again in the hut. Why should a soft and tough whip be struck with a hammer, this is a mystery. But Bediwell didn't bother to pay attention to it, so he sat on a big rock outside the house and waited patiently.

It's also cold in Cairo. The desert terrain lacks vegetation and struggles to retain heat, so it is as hot as an oven during the day and as cold as an ice cave at night. The rapid alternation of day and night made the werewolf almost walk from one oven to another, and he was momentarily unaccustomed to the drastic temperature difference, and he couldn't help but sneeze.

"Take care, my friend. Solal sat beside Bediville and admonished.

"Hmm. The werewolf reached out and rubbed his puppy's nose, then turned to look at the demon swordsman, "So...... Are you a dragon hunter?" "Ahem," Solal looked away in embarrassment, "Please don't make fun of me, Mr. Beddivi. I was the last of my clan, and as my father said, I was a bad boy - a fool who never learned the art of blacksmithing, but only knew how to wield a sword to kill the enemy. "Before meeting Solar, Bedivel thought that the dragon hunters were just an ancient legend. Legend has it that these fierce humans were active in the ancient human-dragon wars, specializing in slaughtering dragons, and using the bones of the dragon clan they hunted to create a variety of legendary [dragon warriors].

However, with the seclusion of the dragons, the dragon hunters also declined.

Since the world is peaceful, there is no need to hunt dragons, and since there are no dragons to hunt, there is no way to make dragon warriors. This mysterious people who live by hunting are destined to be buried in the long river of history.

Solal looked up at the dark night sky: "My hometown is in Norvi. It was one of the main strongholds of the Dragon Hunters. The Greatsword Monument was built to commemorate their past glory, but it was clear to everyone that the race was about to perish - in my generation, in me, utterly and utterly. "I don't understand. The werewolf glanced at Solar, "You are still alive, how can your people perish? The Demon Swordsman smiled wryly: "In my great-great-grandfather's generation, there were more than 30,000 descendants of the dragon hunters, in my great-grandfather's generation, the number was sharply reduced to 3,000, and in my grandfather's generation, the people realized that there was a problem and began to work hard to reproduce, but they still could not stop the population decline, and by my father's generation, we were less than fifty left." To my generation...... I was the only baby born in a smooth way. And I'm ...... It is also infertile. Even if you can marry a woman, you can't have children. Our people were sentenced to death. "Just kidding...... The werewolf covered his mouth and gasped: "How is it possible!" "It's true. Solal also shuddered: "Fathers have been anxious to find out the reason, but everyone is actually very clear about the reason.

In ancient times, in order to better hunt dragons, our people would domesticate the dragons they caught, and take their dragon blood to drink every day, changing their physique little by little.

Because of the power of dragon blood, our people are not only stronger and have better self-healing ability, but also have a special sense of smell like dragons, which can sense nearby dragons. This made it easier for the people to hunt dragons, but it also had negative consequences. "Is it a problem of infertility?" "That's right. While our people have gained the power of dragon blood, they are constantly changing their constitution. After several generations of mutations, we have become half-human, half-dragon monsters, and we are aliens to both humans and dragons, unable to unite with any race. Solal shrugged: "As a result, it became what it is now. Even if we continue to marry and have children with foreigners, the dragon blood power in the dragon hunter clan will not be reduced, but will become stronger and stronger with the accumulation of generations, weakening our ability to have children. Dragon's blood is such a domineering thing.

And I am the last victim of this power. After my death, no more dragon hunters will be born in the world, and this race will literally disappear from the planet. ＂