"Isn't that good, Mr. Jack, if you don't come to Noxus, can you meet such a simple Miss Roush? Maybe if you fool around again, she'll let you paint a portrait. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" The North Wind Dragon mercilessly mocked the name of Jack Titanic, which was transliterated into the lingua franca of Valoran.

Jack Titanic is none other than Lin Zhao. He had long been accustomed to the North Wind Divine Dragon's lack of discipline, and after hearing the North Wind Divine Dragon's ridicule, there was no fluctuation in his heart, and he just said to the North Wind Divine Dragon through the depths of his soul: "Your terrier is very boring. ”

The North Wind Dragon stopped joking and said: "After you entered the sea, you began the last step of the transformation, you scattered all over, in order to avoid being completely washed away by the sea, you stuck to the bottom of the steamship, and then followed the steamship, and you arrived in Noxus. Then, in order to prevent you from being discovered when you reorganize after the transformation, I pushed your body components out of the port of Noxus, through the river, and sank to the bottom. But I didn't expect that after you reorganized and surfaced on the river, you would actually be here. ”

“…… That's right. Lin Zhao's memory stayed at the moment when he was swallowed up by the salty and heavy sea, and after the explanation of the North Wind Divine Dragon, it was spliced with the situation he encountered now.

"How's it going, have you thought about it? The tangyuan in front of him suddenly spoke, pulling out Lin Zhao's mind that had sunk into his soul.

Lin Zhao scratched his head and thought about it, and said, "Okay." But I need a knife. ”

So Tang Yuan took Lin Zhao to find a blacksmith shop.

Dark, chaotic, dirty, violent. The lowest part of the city in the interior of this granite mountain range, every corner, can be described by this word. In order to prevent the underworld gang from discovering themselves, Tang Yuan chose a very remote and dark corridor all the way. Lin Zhao followed behind Tang Yuan, taking in the ugliness of this city-state.

He breathed in the humid air, looking at the nomads wandering out of the corridors, fighting each other at the slightest mistake, and for a moment he felt like Gotham City in the movies and comics, and if it weren't for Batman, a place like this would be desperate.

Fortunately, there are also sheriffs in this city. When passing by the fork in the corridor, looking at another corridor from that fork, Lin Zhao saw two sheriffs in black uniforms striking two big men who were still slashing each other with knives with stick-shaped weapons. Under the punishment of the sheriff, the two burly men no longer dared to attack each other, nor did they dare to fight back, and they were honestly beaten.

"Thankfully, after four years away, nothing has changed much here." Tang Yuan said as he walked, "The lower district is different from the upper and outer urban areas, it is very chaotic here, and there are very few magistrates, and the way they manage it is very simple and crude, just like you just saw. So, if it's not necessary, you'd better not get into more trouble, meet someone you don't hate, just ignore it. ”

Around the corner, a small man in tattered patches rummaged through the trash can with his entire upper body rummaging through the trash can, not knowing what he was looking for. A drunk man with half a bottle of wine staggered past the trash can and kicked the little man in the ass. The little man suddenly fell into the money with the garbage can, his upper body was stuffed in the garbage can, he couldn't pull it out for a long time, and his legs rolled over in the air and kicked wildly.

"Okay." Lin Zhao responded to Tang Yuan's words, hooked up a stone from the ground, bent his fingers, and flicked it heavily, shooting the stone bullet out.

Bang.

The stones smashed the bottles, and the flying crumbs of the bottles fell on the drunkard. The drunk screamed and rolled on the ground.

…… It seems that the transformation is good, and the magic power can be used with a snap of a finger. And the control of rune energy is more refined, after smashing the wine bottle, you can use the "magic killer" variant magic to bounce back the bottle pieces, all hitting this scum.

But what is this variant of magic called?

Lin Zhao thought about this improvised magic for a while, but he really couldn't think of a good name, so he simply called it a barrier.

Anyway, this magic has the same effect as the magic barriers used by many mages for defense.

"We're here." After walking a distance, Tang Yuan turned a corridor again, pointed to an iron gate in the corner, and said.

Lin Zhao looked at the lonely hanging on the wall, and a nail fell off the side against the wall, with several crooked words written on it, "Dolan's Inheritance", and a wooden billboard that could fall down at any time, and asked suspiciously, "This place?" Is there a guarantee for the knives sold? ”

Tang Yuan followed Lin Zhao's gaze, glanced at the billboard, and was a little embarrassed. She explains: "Although it looks inconspicuous here, it is a very famous shop in the ground floor. The boss Thorne Blacksmith is a big talker, but his craftsmanship is very good. The knife my mother used to use was also made by old Thorne. ”

While talking, Tang Yuan pushed the door in. Lin Zhao followed Tang Yuan and went in, and saw a bearded man with knotted muscles coming towards the door: "Look who's coming." It's been a long time since I saw you, Tangyuan. I really didn't expect that your mother Didi was still holding two treasure knives created by me to crisscross the bottom area, and in the blink of an eye, you are so big. ”

"Don't talk nonsense with me, old Thorne." Tang Yuan seemed to be a little disgusted with this beard, no matter how much the bearded man greeted him with a smile, he couldn't let her show half a smile, "I don't have time to talk to you." My friend needs to build a knife and show all your skills, and I'll pay you plenty of money. ”

"No problem!" Old Thorne snapped his fingers, "I think that the weapons I have created as a disciple of Master Dolan are all well-known, and the absolute quality is guaranteed." ”

"Don't brag before me, when I don't know what you're about, old Thorne?" Tang Yuan sneered, "You are an old gangster in the bottom district, what qualifications do you have to know Master Dolan?" ”

Old Thorne smiled, didn't be embarrassed to talk to Tang Yuan anymore, turned around and went back to get a knife, handed it to Lin Zhao's hand, and said, "Come, try this knife, man." I only recently built it, it's tough, sharp, and perfectly shaped. Oh, I can't find half a flaw in it, if the price is clearly marked, it must not be lower than two third-level runes. ”

"Really?" Lin Zhao smiled. He has no requirements for the shape of the knife, and the only hope is that the knife in his hand can withstand the power of the North Wind Divine Dragon. He asked the North Wind Divine Dragon that with his current physical fitness, he could use that power to last for six seconds before he could accept the unique skills taught by the North Wind Divine Dragon. If this knife is really so perfect, I wonder if it can hold on to these six seconds under the power of the North Wind Divine Dragon?

As he spoke, he swung his knife lightly.

Click.

The green light on the knife flashed, and the blade broke in response.

Old Thorne looked at the broken blade dumbfounded.