Chapter 1361: Trapped in the Trick (33)

At the same time, in the eastern suburbs of the black market in Cairo, Africa, in front of Odin's father's stone house.

"Meow it's finally back!" Segrade shouted with joy as he rushed into the house as he returned to the house.

"Clothes, clothes meow. He urged impatiently. The leopard man was still wearing the same nightgown he wore when he escaped from Prince Said's palace, and it can be said that he was uncomfortable all over, and he wished to change his clothes immediately.

"Got it, don't worry, you stupid cat. Daddy Odin put the two handfuls of Longwu back in his hand back to the shelf, and then slowly rummaged through the closet a few times, and found a set of old-fashioned burlap short-sleeved shirts and pants: "This is one of the few clothes left by Hank, remember to wash it and return it to me when you are done." "Got it. Segrade couldn't wait to rummage through it, take off the embarrassing dressing gown, and put the short-sleeved shirt back on.

"Wait, what meow seems missing?" asked the leopard man dissatisfied.

The old man gave the leopard man a blank look. What could be missing? Pants, of course.

"Do you think I'll keep my son's underwear for a hundred years and not throw it away?" Daddy Odin snorted, "Of course, that kind of thing is long gone. All that was left was a few pieces of clothing as a souvenir. I'm an old man who wears some underwear, but they don't fit your figure, right?" Segrade glanced at the old but muscular old man with a slight beer belly. Daddy Odin's underwear is not to mention the question of whether Segrade can wear it, the first problem is that Segrade doesn't want to wear it at all.

"Forget it, I'll change my underwear when I go back to the hotel. The leopard man sighed. His crotch ached again, after all, he was wearing the oldest crotch cloth used by the Egyptians, a strip of cloth that was wrapped around his waist to cover his shame. And it's very tightly wound. When I walked around, the fabric was already caught in the local pain of Segrade.

"So," said the leopard-man youth, putting on his pants and hurriedly retrieving his pocket (which contained all his belongings, including all his Luna weapons) from the place where he had previously hidden his props, intending to leave, "I'm leaving." Goodbye meow. "Haven't you forgotten something so soon?" said Odin Daddy.

"What did I forget?" Segrade tilted his head in thought, but he couldn't remember.

"I promised to teach you the recipes for [dipterocarp] and [enchanted pine resin], forgot?" Odin snorted, "Of course, if you don't want to learn, I can save some trouble." "Oh, yes—" Segrade remembered his previous deal with Odin's father, "Then write me the recipe quickly." "It's not that simple. Daddy Odin picked up his cast-iron hammer from his weapon rack: "Although it is a recipe, it must be taught to you along with the method of obtaining the ingredients." Otherwise, those materials are too difficult to get, and it won't be useful for you to just get the recipe. Bring your token with you, and come with me. "Token", of course, refers to the golden cast-iron hammer that Odin gave to Segrade before, which can be transformed into countless tools. Segrade nodded knowingly, and pulled the hammer out of his pocket.

At the same time, Daddy Odin had already picked up his hammer and struck it on the ground rhythmically a few times.

Knock knock. After a few taps, a portal suddenly appeared out of thin air on the ground. A very small and inconspicuous portal, just big enough for a person to jump into.

"Come with me. After speaking, Daddy Odin jumped in first.

It turns out that there is another mystery in the basement of Odin's father's stone house? No, not necessarily. Segrade scratched his head. Since it is used to move through a portal, it does not necessarily lead to the underground of the stone house. It could take Segrade somewhere thousands of miles away. God knows. But Segrade knew that Daddy Odin could be trusted, and that was enough. He swallowed his spit and jumped into the portal.

Smack. The young leopard man landed steadily on the ground, the soles of his feet hitting the stone floor with a deep sound.

"What kind of place is this?" he said, as soon as he landed, he was busy looking around and taking a look at the depths.

The ancient stone chambers form a vast space, with four ancient semicircular arched stone pillars standing and enclosing the platform on which Segrade stands, while the platform beneath the feet of the Leopard Man is a large, inscribed disc-like structure. Both the stone pillar and the stone disc beneath their feet were faintly glowing, a pale blue glimmer that could only be seen in the dark environment and fade away with the arrival of Segrade, probably the magic mark that was responsible for making everything work when the portal was opened just now.

As Segrad got used to the darkness of the huge stone chamber, he was even more surprised.

Because, on the huge stone walls of the ancient stone chamber, countless treasures are neatly placed. These treasures are not named, and Segrad can only vaguely judge the shocking value of these treasures by their unique shapes and the faint light that shines on them.

After seeing these hidden mysteries and sharp treasures, Segrade has been able to guess a little bit or two. In addition, this ancient stone chamber seems to have a long history, and it still needs to use the unique token of the dragon hunter clan to teleport in. Based on these clues, Segrade can simply conclude that this is the treasure room of the dragon hunters!

That's right, the tens of thousands of treasures collected here are all Longwu!

And they are not ordinary dragon martial arts casually made by an unknown craftsman, they are the rarest dragon martial arts that the dragon hunter clan has been hunting dragons for millions of years, using the bones and flesh of dragons, and the secret methods of the dragon hunter clan.

That being the case, that is to say, every weapon here is the pride of the ancestors of the dragon hunters, and the treasure that they used to preserve for future generations to boast of their craftsmanship, the life's work of those ancient masters.

Every weapon here is a legend, an artifact with a net worth of more than 10 billion!

Looking at all this, Segrade was already so surprised that the whole cat was stunned.

"What's the matter, haven't you seen the treasure of our dragon hunter clan?" Father Odin sneered, and said with a little pride and arrogance, "It's a very good view, isn't it?, one of the most outstanding weapon craftsmen of my clan in the past, has spent his whole life forging the only weapon that he thinks is the best, and only after passing the strict review of the patriarchs can he be qualified to display it in this Valhalla." The weapons here have never been revealed in the present world, and only the dragon hunters are eligible to come in and worship—though it's the first time in tens of thousands of years that an outsider like you has been invited into Valhalla. "I'm meow?" Segrad couldn't help but be flattered: "Let me in such an important place, really no problem meow?" As if he had expected Segrade to ask a similar question, Daddy Odin had a wicked smile on his face: "Huhuhu, you went over and tried those weapons?" Since Daddy Odin would say this, there must be some deception in it. Segrad cautiously walked over to a weapon displayed on the stone wall, and slowly stretched out his finger to poke at the extremely delicate dragon martial art.

Click!!---

And so it was. These weapons are all inflicted with extremely powerful protective magic, and outsiders will be severely punished if they try to touch it, not to mention stealing Long Wu from this Valhalla!

"Meow" Segrad got up from the ground, his fingers that touched Long Wu's fingers swollen and painful as if they had been hit with a hammer.

"Hahaha, tell you to touch it, are you really obedient to touch it?" Father Odin smiled viciously: "If the protective enchantment on Longwu is a little more powerful, and the person who dares to touch Longwu is directly burned to death and electrocuted, can you still stand up now?" Segrade gave Odin a fierce look.

"But to be honest, I'm counting on someone to steal it. The old man said indifferently: "The dragon hunter clan is about to be wiped out, this is already an inevitable and inevitable fact. The boy of Solal was not angry, and he would not even try to keep this great clan alive. No matter how brilliant our ancestors were, what could the results be? When it came time for fate to perish, we still had to quietly withdraw from the stage of history. Segrade fell into a deeper silence, leaving only silence. He could vaguely see the old man's helplessness and sadness from the seemingly casual expression of Father Odin.

Do veterans not die, but just fade away?

"Come on. The old man waved the hammer in his hand, as if deliberately trying to wave away these unpleasant thoughts: "This Valhalla is just a necessary way for us to reach our destination. There is still a long way to go before we reach our true destination. "How far is meow?" said the leopard man young man, patting the dust on his buttocks, dissatisfied. The farther he mentioned, the more uncomfortable he felt oozing from the uncomfortable pants he was wearing.

"It's almost there. Father Odin walked out of the stone chamber along the wall of the stone chamber, and then walked out a hundred steps along a corridor without any forks. He stopped in front of a large stone door and secretly pulled down the hidden mechanism of the stone gate weight.

"You'd better close your eyes. As soon as Daddy Odin finished speaking, the light from the open stone door illuminated Segrade's eyes with discomfort. The leopard man had to squint his eyes to get used to the bright light, and when he finally got used to it, the magnificent landscape in front of him finally reflected in his retina:

Beyond the hidden base of the dragon hunters, there is a beautiful forest like a fairyland.

"Welcome to Norvi. "Daddy Odin has walked into the forest and waved at the young leopard man.