Bang!

A tall figure suddenly appeared on the side of the Marquis of Chaxie, a panicked war horse.

With a loud bang, Chakxi flew out like a kite with a broken string in the air, slamming open a door and splintering sawdust fluttering in the sky.

He felt his bones groan again, every inch of his body protesting with a sharp pain as an alarm.

The internal organs were displaced, the bones were broken, and a large amount of blood poured from the body into the throat, and then it was squirted out by the Marquis of Chaxie.

Although he looked miserable, in the moment of emergency, the rune equipment on his body took effect, which could not control his life, and the damage he suffered was not as serious as it seemed.

He raised his head with difficulty, and crawled towards the house with his hands and feet, and after a few steps, he seemed to see something, and then stiffened.

It was glowing eyes, and when he adjusted to the light in the room, he realized that it was a group of ghouls.

"Ahh

Despite the violent protest in his lungs, the Marquis of Chaxie let out a terrible scream.

He watched as the hordes of ghouls crawled towards him, and in the midst of his scramble, he once again triggered a life-saving device, a talisman made from the bones of an unknown monster in his arms by the hand of a wizard.

A crack ran through the amulet, and lightning bolted out from the amulet, and the closest ghoul, the ghoul, stiffened, emitted a thick cloud of black smoke, and fell to the ground blackened.

Marquis Chaxie's eyes lit up, and then he remembered that he was not without the power to resist.

Marquis Chaxie drew his sword, the long sword was covered with brilliant runes, and a golden light burst out, and Marquis Chaxie had a smug smile on his face.

He had tried the power of this sword, and even a fine long sword made of steel could easily be cut off.

"Ghoul ......"

Before the Marquis of Chaxie could finish speaking, a ghoul pounced.

"Ahh

Another scream passed through the throat of the Marquis of Chaxie to his mouth, and then erupted.

His sword-wielding arm was bitten by a ghoul, and the sword fell to the ground, plunging easily into the ground, the glowing runes on it dimmed.

A piercing scream sounded, the walls were frozen open, dirt and sawdust flew in the air, and Marquis Chaxie felt his arm light, and the head and body of the ghoul that bit his arm instantly detached.

Angela appeared beside him, a faint white chill emanating from the icy sword in her hand.

A few bits of blood remained on it, and it was frozen into red ice.

The ice sword struck the wall with a clanging sound, and the ice that had congealed on it shattered and fell off.

The sunlight suddenly broke through a large hole in the wall, and the ghouls, who were about to move, as if they had seen something terrible, hurriedly retreated, retreated into a dark corner, and seemed to whisper sounds, constantly peeking out.

Angela tilted her head, looked at the rune sword on the ground, and sighed: "It's a pity that it's a good sword......"

Marquis Chaxie lifted the head that was biting on his arm, and the corners of his eyes twitched when he heard Angela's emotion, and his eyes involuntarily glanced at the rune sword.

He had just reached out to pick up the sword, but one hand took the lead in grasping the hilt of the sword, and then drew the sword.

"That's my ......"

"It's mine from now on." Angela said as she turned over a large number of rune swords, her eyes emitting a pale blue light, and she sighed with emotion: "Look, what a good material, obsidian, mythril, keel powder, impact steel...... But this terrible matching ratio, this terrible magic array, these materials are blind, well, I just happen to be short of a magic sword, just in time to take it back and forth to rebuild it. ”

Listening to Angela's self-talk, Marquis Chaxie quietly felt outside, but before he could take a step, he stiffened to a halt.

The sharp blade clung to his skin, and the cold blade gave goosebumps to the skin near his neck, and the slight tingling clearly told him that this sword could easily tear open his neck.

Marquis Chaxie's eyes glanced down, and through a blade of the sword, he could see the familiar rune, it was his sword, no, the sword he had just lost.

"Wu... Wizard, what else do you have to say? ”

Large drops of sweat dripped down, and Marquis Chaxie's voice trembled, his eyes slanted down against his neck, the unmoving blade, for fear that the blade would cut his veins and trachea in the next moment.

"Scabbard." Angela's voice came from behind him, still so good, but in the ears of the Marquis of Chaxie it was like a devil's whisper, making him feel as if a poisonous snake was clinging to his body, wrapping around his neck, and constantly tightening.

"Give me the scabbard, and you're ready to go."

"Hoo ......"

The Marquis of Chaxie breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly took off the sword scabbard with gems set around his waist and carved by the master's hand, which looked extremely magnificent, and then stretched it back and handed it to Angela.

"Not bad."

Angela seemed to like the scabbard, and there was a hint of pleasure in her voice: "You can go out." ”

Angela did like the scabbard, even more than the long sword in her hand.

The material of this scabbard is not special, it is made of steel, the skin of a beast, gold, silver, and two rubies and two sapphires.

And those rune-like things above are not real runes, they are plausible, this is for decoration.

Angela liked the shape of the scabbard, the flame-like lines of gold and the frost-like lines of silver on it were like two dragons blending with each other, with a very strange beauty, and then the four gems were like two pairs of eyes, so that tyranny and indifference complemented each other, achieving the finishing touch.

"It's beautiful."

Angela exclaimed, and slammed towards the Marquis of Chaxie, who was walking outside the door, and scolded in her heart: Damn, robber!

Two of his favorite things just got into Angela's hands, and his heart throbbed.

The scabbard alone was worth thousands of gold coins, and the rune sword was a priceless treasure that could be used for family heirlooms.

The Marquis of Chaxie had just left the house when Angela's voice came from behind him again: "By the way, we want a house, the best and biggest in this village." ”

Marquis Chaxi's eyes were wide open, bloodshot all over, and he involuntarily touched the rune short sword on his waist.

However, everything outside made him discourage this plan.

At this moment, the fog caused by Angela had dissipated, and there were corpses covered with hoarfrost lying on the ground, each with only one wound on it, that is, a narrow cut in the neck.

There were also soldiers and knights lying on the ground wailing, either slashing each other or trampling and rushing in the confusion.

In short, there is no one out there who belongs to him and stands up.

Marquis Chaxie tried his best to put a smile on his face, turned back to Angela and said flatteringly: "Don't worry, my lord, I will definitely help you do it well." ”

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