Under the blue sky, the vast sea gently stirs the heartstrings, and the chirping of a flock of unknown seabirds shakes the ripples in circles, showing every passerby its gentlest moment.

The beauty deserves to be like this at the moment.

But the boy standing on the aft deck was not in the mood to enjoy the beautiful scenery at all. He turned his head to stare at the man beside him, a look of hell on his face.

The voice wasn't familiar, the face wasn't common, but he was surprised when he was called.

Then he turned his head and saw the whole picture of this man, and there was only one word in his heart to describe it—

Local tyrants.

But he immediately dismissed the word in his mind, as if a seasoned player had made a ridiculous mistake, and Green immediately corrected his judgment -

Shenhao.

On the surface, Green just saw a bland traveler. The other man's gray hair was neatly combed back of his head, and he was no more than forty or fifty years old in appearance, with a high nose bridge, thin lips, and an expression on his face that always seemed to reveal a deep sadness; He was dressed in a gray hardy robe, but the silver-black armor was exposed inside, and if you didn't look closely, this outfit looked like a typical down-and-out knight.

But Green would never think so, and even subconsciously started from the player's point of view, and his eyes fell on the opponent's armor first. It looks like it's just a rough iron armor made by an ordinary blacksmith, but in fact it's a set of authentic plate armor, but it's not as heavy as imagined, this armor has an unimaginable lightness, and even gives people the illusion of being defenseless. He clasped a pure white and flawless single-style arm guard on his right hand, as if a round white jade was directly attached to his body, but in fact it was the wish of the Sage Cashmere, a skill arm guard that can provide the holder with a magic light shield, and according to the amount of magic input, the shield can even be expanded to the whole body, and the defense power is equivalent to the three-layer Orehagang - high-grade artifact grade; The gray traveler's robe wrapped around his upper body, revealing the configuration around his waist, and Green saw the dragon's eye-like ornament in the middle of the belt, and the dragon's claw-like leather belt extended to buckle the two rows of throwing knives on the left and right. The former is an indestructible Fool's blood made from dragon skin, and the latter is a "hurricane" made from the trunk of the Golden Flower Iron Tree, engraved with the secret circle of the Hidden Bone Group of the First Force of Cabez, whose ability can ban one qiē psionic and magical power, except for three awakenings and a few talents, almost all of the natural power can be suppressed by it - and there is no doubt that these two are also artifact grades.

And that's just the part that shows off the outside of the robes, and it's not even all Green sees.

The boy barely left three feet of saliva.

Nima, you move hard and drop a piece for labor and management!!

His gaze was locked on him, and the middle-aged man who had vicissitudes of life was no longer a human being in his eyes, but a shining gold coin of appropriate value, no, it should be said that it was a dazzling moving gold mountain - if he was not mistaken!

But Green's pupils quickly shrank.

Following the other's dragonskin belt, Green noticed the saber that was in the same row as the Hurricane. Perhaps it wasn't his usual weapon, and Green clearly saw that the dagger was pinned to the center of his belt, which was not the best place for a swordsman to draw a sword, but that didn't prevent Green from seeing the grease-like glittering substance floating beneath the dirty surface of the scabbard with the craftsmanship of Ceveris. The dagger was so special that Green recognized its origin almost at a glance.

Artifact dagger, Magic Sword Black Gold slaughters Masael.

The so-called artifact is a division of equipment grades following miracles, and the form of the table xiàn is pink light, and the grade is higher than that of rare equipment and about lower than that of epic equipment. However, it should be noted that the artifact is not a real god's possession, and is more similar to a "magical weapon" than a "god's weapon" in the player's mouth, these equipment are rare works, condensing the efforts of several generations of craftsmen, and they are all powerful things that accompany outstanding warriors to shine throughout their lives, but they cannot be compared with the epic works in the hands of the kings of the Golden Top, and there are only a few top-level artifacts that can be compared with epic weapons.

And the magic sword Massac is definitely one of them.

There are not many people in the world of Gonodia who can be called holy swords, but there are not many who can really be called magic swords, because those who can't support that head have long since buried their fragments in the deep earth that carries all things—along with the corpses of their masters.

The sword was forged by the Grey Dwarf Giant Kadoos, one of the seven leaders of the Chaos Legion, and the Great Evil God Balmutu, the golden-crowned king who was fond of bewitching women and depraved.

Legend has it that Cadoos is a descendant of the ancient god Luna who created the Zào alone, and was born with infinite divine powers, and he spent his life searching for a suitable blade. In order to get the help of the "Hercules", the Chaos Lord Misri promised him endless resources that would "accumulate mountains and reclaim the sea" after the victory of the war, and the giant agreed, and he carried out a series of practical works in order to create a truly handy weapon, and Masael was one of the best works.

At that time, Hercules named it the Black Gold Massacre.

There are thousands of legends about this sword, and Green is confident that even a few days and nights may not be finished, but in the real sense, the sword is called the "magic sword", but it is the inhuman slaughter in the apocalyptic era.

It is said that on the other side of the continent, an old swordsman with a vengeful heart used this short sword to attack the enemy city and slaughter all the enemies who killed his children with its great power. But under the invasion of the chaotic aura of evil creatures, he could not maintain his sanity, and in a fit of rage, the swordsman rushed into the houses of the whole city, and cut off the children's heads one by one with this short sword in front of the children's parents. The slaughter of the old swordsman lasted for a day and a night, and the short sword, which brought people torment, was infected and deformed by the innocent blood of the children - when he indifferently cut off the heads of the girls of his brother and sister, the old swordsman finally regained a trace of sanity, but the big mistake had been made, the old swordsman screamed in horror and threw down his weapon, fled the city in a hurry, and the remnants of the city gathered together to carve a curse on the black gold slaughter in the form of life. Soon after, an unknown young man, with this short sword, found the deranged old swordsman, cut off the old swordsman's flesh one by one, and calmly killed himself, so that the old swordsman's soul was permanently imprisoned in the short sword, so that he would be tortured for eternity.

This young man is the surviving elder brother, and his name is Marsakel.

Whether history is true or false, players can't tell whether it's true or not, even if it's the research party and the plot party, there is nothing to be done about this myth that exists in the apocalyptic times, but for Green, who was bent on killing Disburingka, these don't matter, the terrifying attributes on this sword are enough to overwhelm a thousand words.

[Black Gold Slaughter]: Magic Sword. When the user dies, the magic sword deals zero damage to the player's character level; When the player is holding the magic sword, when the Black Gold Slaughter hits the enemy, the damage dealt to the enemy is multiplied by two, and the damage is absorbed by the same amount of experience as the enemy; When killing an enemy, gain +1% Physical Attack and Magical Attack, +1% Physical Critical Strike Chance and Magical Critical Strike Chance, -1% Intelligence, Spirit, and Perception, and the effect is cumulative for 10s.

It's a sword that can't be stopped, and it's a weapon that players claim to be able to theoretically surpass the highest epic.

Green's face turned green when he saw this sword, if he fought, it was a typical example of his own getting weaker and weaker, and the enemy getting stronger and stronger, and after a short battle, his side basically returned to the pre-liberation period overnight.

But wait—

A large amount of information swept between Green's thoughts, and it wasn't until two seconds later, the middle-aged man who was covered in golden light in Green's eyes raised his eyes and looked at him, and the young man suddenly shivered, and the amazement, envy, jealousy, and greed in his heart ...... All back to the bottom of my heart.

Is this a hallucination? Am I still too tired?

Why would I, an aspiring young man who had just left the novice village, meet such a final boss level character on a broken ship!?

"What, you don't know me anymore?"

This steady voice carried a solemn sù that was not angry and arrogant, and Green's spirit shook violently, and he hurriedly looked at the middle-aged man, and the familiar sense of gaze instantly knocked on the door of his memory.

- The door to the memory of the teenager.

In the limited memory of the teenager, the most unkind to him was undoubtedly the sister in the family, but the strictest was indeed not his father, but his father's brother and Green's uncle. He remembered that he had rarely seen this taciturn uncle, and that when he occasionally met at festivals, his uncle would harshly reprimand the boy for his stubbornness, and sometimes he would teach him a lesson, and even when Green chose to leave White Rock City and return to his hometown in the valley, the uncle who had been present for the first time also snorted with disdain. Perhaps the sister's inexplicable hostility brought long-term pain to the teenager in his childhood, but every side of the brief meeting with his uncle was left with the horror of a hammer and hammer.

And now, the memories are overlapping.

"You, you're ...... Phew, you are, Uncle Zegor!? ”

Green was taken aback, and the deep sense of fear in the boy's soul almost affected his tone.

He remembered the letter he had found in the White Rock Mansion, which had been left by his parents to G, who was Green himself, and stated that they had left because of an important matter, leaving the only clue that he had asked him to find his uncle Zegor. Green was anxious to stop Sandru from cheating on Jenny's sister, and because he was subconsciously reluctant to meet with the teenager's relatives, he selectively shelved the matter.

I never thought that I was actually found by the elders on the passenger ship traveling on the sea-

But why did they meet here?

“…… After a few years of not seeing each other, our relationship seemed to have become soothing. ”

To Green's surprise, he didn't wait for a loud shout, but after the other party's silence, he heard the middle-aged man's slight sigh. He saw Uncle Zegor's gray temples, and suddenly realized that the other party was already an old man, and he had no children, and he and his sister were his children.

But what was this uncle's disappointment?

In other words, as a craftsman's child, he can be fed, clothed and warm, so why should he be disappointed?

Green didn't speak, just looked cautiously at Zegor, waiting for his next step.

"I've never heard you've been out to sea."

Uncle suddenly changed the subject.

"I never knew you could take down an entire pickpocket's stronghold with a single skeleton warrior."

Green's face changed drastically, and the next moment, he almost jumped into the sea in fright.

"Even the apostate who took out the Grey Cult."

He couldn't help but take a few steps back and look at the uncle in disbelief. He was pretty sure that the other party was the kind of sight he felt in his stronghold, but regardless of how the other party found him, the phrase "apostate of the Grey Cult" alone was enough to make Green's head buzz. The names of the followers of the old days were announced to the public after the rebellion of the old days, but so far, they are still respectable members of the upper echelons of the Gray Sect, and as a player who has traveled through time, of course they can recognize the signs of the enemy, but how did this physical uncle know this qiē?

Is it the leakage of news from the inside of the old days?

But that was impossible, and Green was convinced that it was more impractical than a joke, and if such news could be leaked, why did the old followers rise up in a black-and-white war and even kill several of the Ten Masters?

"You ......"

He stopped talking, and his mind became more and more uncertain about Zegor's identity, but he racked his brains and did not dig out his uncle's name from any of the documents in his memory.

Suddenly, Green jerked his head up.

And yourself.

Zegor, Greenfield......

Neither of these names exists in the history of following miracles, but when he crossed over, the first name he "met" was Greenfield.

He had a vague premonition that this qiē was inseparable from the boy's death that day.

But the uncle didn't give him much time to think, he faced the sea breeze and said lightly, "I don't know what you've been through in the past few years, but there is no doubt that you have finally grown up." ”

He paused, and looked at Green again, his eyes as calm as a clear spring, but as deep as an endless abyss.

"Now, I can start to think about annihilating your identity, and you have no right to refuse."

Ha!?

(The recent harmony system is very weird, yesterday's chapter is all stars, the sky is pitiful, swishing, swishing, squeaking, squeaking, squeaking......, squeaking ）