The light blue sword body glows with a strange light, and when you look at it directly, you will feel that your soul has been sucked away, and the upper part of the sword body has a blade, and the lower part that intersects with the hilt is jagged on one side and the other side is retracted into an arc inward into an inward curved half-moon blade, which can be used to jam the opponent's blade when fighting, so as to achieve the purpose of surprising victory.

At the mouth of the hilt of the sword is a four-sided sheep's head, of which the front and back sides are larger, and the left and right sides are only a quarter of the former.

The sword body and the hilt of the sword were combined in some way, and Ainan didn't see a trace of melting for a long time, but felt that they were originally one.

Flicking his finger on the sword, Ainan was surprised to find that a thin layer of frost appeared where his finger touched the sword.

Magic weapons?

Ainan raised an eyebrow, he had taken it because he sensed the extraordinariness of the contents of the package.

Finding out that Ainan was very interested in what he had sent, Sloanan was relieved.

I'm not afraid that you will accept it, but I am afraid that you will not accept it.

You are embarrassed to bother with me after receiving my things?

Sloanan didn't feel sorry for giving away such a suspected magic weapon, because it was useless to keep the sword in his hands.

Speaking of which, this long sword was handed down by his ancestors, and it is said to have been the trophy obtained when the army of Emperor Soladin cooperated with the elves to defeat the trolls. At that time, Sloan's ancestor was also an officer, and after leading an army to snipe an elite troll squad, he discovered that the sword was not ordinary, so he quietly hid it.

This kind of stealing of war spoils is not uncommon in wartime, not only officers do it, but soldiers also do it, as long as you don't go too far, no one will hold you accountable.

Unfortunately, the Sloanan family has nothing to do with magic, and they have always produced warriors, not even a magic apprentice, and this long sword is no different from scrap metal in their hands - it's not that Sloanan's ancestors don't want to use it, but the sword is not sharp, not to mention, the ice magic on it will freeze people if you hold it for a long time.

Over time, this long sword became an ornament.

I don't feel sorry for sending a piece of ornament Sloane, only by saving my life can I have a future, what is a long sword that I can't use?

"Captain Sloan, what's this sword called?"

"Your Excellency, it doesn't have a name yet, I think you'll give it one."

Ainan glanced at Sloanan in surprise, who had a flattering smile on his face.

It's been a long sword for some years, and he didn't even take a name, is it really no name or does Sloanan want to use it to sell his good?

Shaking his head slightly, Ainan didn't get to the bottom of such a trivial matter.

Holding the hilt of the sword, feeling the coldness and roughness coming from the palm of his hand, Ainan couldn't help but feel sad for the sword. The hilt of the sword is held in the diaphragm, indicating that it is rarely used after it is cast, and even after the casting, it is not even polished, and I don't know whether it is because it is not time or just used as an ornament so I am too lazy to waste time.

If a weapon can't be built and not used, what is its value?

"Ice Magic...... Ice ......"

If you want to name the weapon, it's best to choose a name that matches its ability, but Ainan is not a literary youth, and it is too difficult for him to choose a name that is both nice and relevant. It wasn't until he saw a thin layer of frost on his hand holding the hilt of his sword that he had an idea: "Frost sorrow...... If grief is not good, it should be called grief. ”

Sloane hurriedly responded: "Frost's sorrow, what a name." Or your Excellency's wisdom, I can't think of it. ”

This sycophant is not of any quality at all.

Ainan pouted, Sloanan wanted to slap himself up, he might as well give him a chance. Thinking of this, Ainan beckoned to Sloanan and motioned for him to come closer.

"After crossing the river, you go find the gnolls' camp."

Sloan didn't think much of what the gnolls' camp could do, but he agreed.

The purpose of his coming is to put aside his old suspicions with Ainan, and it is best to catch Ainan's line. The latter's extraordinariness has been shown in the previous battles, and if there is such a potential stock around him, he will not rely on it, and wait for Ainan to develop in the future, and then he will pull the relationship, and others may not look down on him.

Ainan had something for him to do, and Sloane couldn't ask for it.

How are friendships made?

Isn't it just to come and go?

Coming and going, coming and going, there is only coming and going, isn't everyone familiar with this coming and going?

After all, Sloanan was the captain of the guard, and he had just finished a battle and had something to do, so he found an opportunity to leave after seeing that the conflict with Ainan was resolved.

After he left, Ainan did not meditate to recover his mana, but looked at the long sword in his hand again.

When the drowsiness came, someone sent a pillow, and Ainan was worried that there was no vehicle that could carry the breath of the dead, so Sloanan sent a magic sword over, is there anything more timely than this?

"It's enough to use it to carry the breath of the dead, but I'm not sure what material it's made of, why do I always think it's special?"

Ainan's instincts told him that something wonderful would happen if he infused this sword with the breath of the dead.

It is said that women's intuition is reliable, but what about men's intuition?

Flicking the sword, Ainan closed his eyes and sank his mind into the godhead. Crafting artifacts is not enough with his ability at this time, but making magic weapons is different, as long as there are suitable vehicles and the right methods, even an ordinary person can succeed.

Carrying - the sorrow of frost in Ainan's hand, the god of the method tangram has it, and each step is divided in detail, Ainan doesn't need to use his brain, just follow it.

If Sloanan hadn't left, he would have noticed that shortly after Ainan closed his eyes, an indistinguishable gray color flowed into Frost Sorrow from Ainan's palm, and at the same time, a cold aura from Frost Sorrow sank into Ainan's body along the hilt of his sword.

This cold breath is not simple, look at Ainan, his body temperature plummeted, and a layer of hoarfrost appeared on the surface of his body, not to mention, even the exhaled air was cold.

Fortunately, the process was very short, only two or three seconds, and it did not attract the attention of others.

When he opened his eyes, Ainan moved his body, and there were fine pieces of ice slag shaking down.

The body is as cold as ice, but the heart is hot.

Just now, he made a magic weapon according to the method in the godhead, and beat the breath of the dead in his body into the frost sorrow, but what he didn't expect was that when the breath of the dead entered the frost sorrow, there was an extremely pure ice magic power flowing into his body. This ice magic took over the breath of the dead, and smoothly integrated into his body, becoming a part of his power.

If Ainan hadn't guessed wrong, with this pure magic as an introduction, he would have practiced ice-related spells so fast that other mages would have been desperate, at least until he became a master magician.

Of course, there are pros and cons to everything. While the Magic Seed made Ainan a demonic ice mage, it also imposed heavy shackles on him, making it a hundred times more difficult for him to learn the spells of other systems before he became a master of magic.

"The strength can be improved rapidly, but the means of fighting have become single, which can be regarded as a gain and a loss."

Reassuring himself, Ainan looked down at Frost's sorrow.

The pale blue sword body became a lot darker, and there was a gray cyclone in the hollow eye sockets of the sheep's head swallowed by the hilt, and there was a little more evil aura. The biggest change is the appearance of some mysterious characters on the sword body that resemble patterns, and if you look closely, you can also see that these words can resonate with the magical element, adding special effects to the sword.

Walking over to the corpses of the two gnolls, Ainan sensed the Frost Grief automatically sucking the breath of death from the corpses to strengthen himself.

"Divine tattoos? No, it's the magic pattern, the death pattern that carries the death attribute. Could it be that this sword was forged from the body of a fallen god? No, if it's really a magic weapon that I can't turn into with my strength, then it's not a real god but a false god. ”

A magic weapon transformed from an ordinary magic weapon or a magic weapon made from the body of a pseudo-god, which is stronger and which has great potential, needless to say?

"Sloan, Sloan, you gave me something amazing."