In his previous life, in order to find a black fir staff, Zhao Yan can be said to have almost gone bankrupt, even so, the black fir wood has never had a relationship with him, and the final decisive battle with Arthas was a yew staff polluted by dark magic.

There are many reasons why black fir is difficult to obtain, first of all, the number is scarce, and secondly, the growth location fluctuates greatly, except for the explosion where there is a lot of light magic, black fir can grow in any corner, and finally and most importantly, this thing is too camouflaged, there is no magic fluctuation, and its appearance is completely unnoticed, if it is not for Zhao Yan's wit, I am afraid that he will miss the black cedar that he has never found in his life.

One of the things that black fir is more precious than yew is that it is difficult to cultivate. The trunk and roots of the yew tree are thick and strong, and if they are taken this time, they will still grow in a few decades, and a normal yew tree can make three to five staffs.

When it comes to the black cedar wood, the short root whiskers are said to be radish mustaches Zhao Yan believes it, and the trunk is two circles thinner than Zhao Yan's thighs, and he is afraid that the materials will not be enough to make a staff.

However, Zhao Yan will be completely excited and crazy, three black cedar trees, which means that as long as they are dealt with, they are three golden staffs, and the thickest one in the middle may already have a wooden heart, if there is a wooden heart dark gold staff, Zhao Yan is not unsure.

Mu Xin is the most essence of wood, as long as the yew wood is mature, it means that there is a wood heart, and the staff made by the yew wood heart is almost all at the dark gold level, and the poor physique of the black fir wood Mu Xin actually has to look at the face.

Zhao Yan carefully handled the black fir wood with a silver knife, the requirements of the staff were much more difficult than the weapon, which would cut the black fir wood into waste, and Zhao Yan was not sure that he would find another one.

Because of the trembling of his hands, it took half an hour for Zhao Yan to process the base material of the three staffs, the thickest black cedar heart, even if he met Arthas in the future, he would dare to tease the tiger whiskers.

The processed black cedar wood was carefully put into the black skull, lest these ancestors be bumped into it, even if the remaining bark roots he was not willing to throw away, and there was no shop in the village, for fear that there would be no place to find it in the future.

When Zhao Yan had dealt with everything, he found that the group was staring at Zhao Yan with wide eyes, and even Yang Chengshu had already woken up, looking at Zhao Yan in a daze.

"Chengshu woke up, how do you feel, is there any problem?" Although he was excited to death, Zhao Yan quickly calmed down, and the most important thing at the moment was to remove all the formations, otherwise even if there were a hundred black cedar trees, he could only make a coffin board for himself.

"I feel good, and I seem to be at the third order." Yang Chengshu hurriedly stood up, and it seemed that there was no big problem.

"It's okay, what about that nightmare beast, you got it there." Zhao Yan has a lot of thoughts about the Nightmare Beast, although he has a lot of good things in his hands, but the Nightmare Beast that is a treasure can't be allowed if he doesn't know it.

"This," Yang Chengshu hesitated, "I don't know, I seem, well, a little bit related to it." ”

"Oh?" Zhao Yan smiled interestingly, "Contact? Would it be willing to give you a horse to ride? ”

"Like, really." "Silk!" Zhao Yan was so frightened that he almost bit his tongue off, what is a nightmare beast, it is the most unruly creature in hell, the difficulty of taming a nightmare beast is comparable to taming an ancient dragon, if you can't let them approve it from the bottom of their hearts, even if the knife is on their neck, they won't look at you squarely.

And now, the majestic Nightmare Beast was sticking out its tongue and licking Yang Chengshu's face with a pinched face.

Zhao Yan felt that he had been stimulated too much today, and if it weren't for the black cedar in his hand, he felt that he might faint directly.

"You haven't named it yet, you're a Nightmare Beast, or call it Mengmeng!" The nightmare beast of human nature screamed a few times, and gently arched Yang Chengshu's arm, and Zhao Yan, who saw this scene, almost stared out his eyes.

Comparing the characteristics in his memory one by one, Zhao Yan once again determined that the creature in front of him, who was as coquettish as Erha, was the legendary god of coldness, not the nightmare war horse ridden by the death knight.

Zhao Yan, who was lost and depressed, didn't know how he got into the armored car, he thought that he could be at the forefront of the times, but he found that compared with these people with great luck, he was too weak.

What do you say, the internal test can't beat the open hanging.

Nightmares' bodies predestined their strongest aspect to be a mount to assist in combat, but their haughty nature makes them more willing to fight freely.

But if the Nightmare Beast becomes a mount, it will not bring a 1+1 bonus to the rider, but Zhao Yan has personally seen the Damned Knight of the Great Monarch level riding the Nightmare Beast chasing three or four humans of the same level.

Yang Chengshu's combat power is the highest legendary peak in Zhao Yan's memory, and may even reach the point of half-step domination, and her ghost eye has not yet been fully developed.

Imagine that Yang Chengshu, who is a half-step master, with the eye of ghosts and gods, holding a dark gold weapon, riding a nightmare beast of the same level, followed by Yang Zaixing, who can be ranked in the top ten among the Yanhuang fierce generals, what kind of concept is this, Zhao Yan suspects that this combat power is that the master has to weigh whether he can fight or not.

Yang Zaixing was subdued because of the Nightmare Beast, and the Nightmare Fire that caused him great damage was instead transformed into his power, and maybe after a while, he could see a powerful spirit general burning with Nightmare Fire.

Yang Chengshu's awakening weapon, the power of the Five Tiger Soul Breaking Gun is that it can not appear in the form of a weapon, but turn into five tiger stripes attached to the weapon to increase its strength, because of the evolution of the ghost eye, Yang Chengshu can already attach a tiger stripe to the spider link.

All in all, the first strong team announced a substitution, Yang Chengshu defeated Gan Youwei with overwhelming strength, even Zhao Yan was not sure that he would win without secret techniques.

"General, see if we will repair first and then continue to fight." Platoon Commander Jia parked the car in the community some distance away from the next formation, Gan Youwei and the others had scars and blood stains on their armor, and he was worried that the continuous battle would make everyone too tired.

Zhao Yan looked at the sky, and simply decided to fight again after dinner, anyway, it was always gloomy under the dark sky, and there was no visual impact.

Taking advantage of the rest, Zhao Yan also has to do some good things to deal with the second difficult battle.

Let Dian Wei watch the door, Zhao Yan first took out the thinnest black cedar wood, and prepared to refine a magic staff for himself.

Taking out the black fir wood, a trace of heartache flashed in Zhao Yan's eyes, giving him a year, this is a golden mid-level or even high-level staff, but now it is at most a purple weapon.

The limitation of materials made Zhao Yan hateful, the staff made of black fir wood was only purple, which was simply a tyrannical thing, but in the face of a battle that was enough to threaten his own life, Zhao Yan still reluctantly wasted this black fir wood.

No matter how good the materials are, they have to have a life to use them, Zhao Yan is not a brainless miser, no matter how valuable the materials are, they are not worth their own lives.

Taking out the inscription ink contributed by Dolaire, Zhao Yan reluctantly took out the three treasures of the Demon Spirit Flower, the Netherworld Flower, and the Tranquility Flower, and cut off about one-fifth of the pieces one by one, which made the Netherflower stab the wound created by the black cedar wood again.

Sinking his heart, not thinking about the grief-stricken waste, Zhao Yan began to quench the black fir staff, under the slow tempering of the undead fire, the volume of the black cedar wood shrank slightly, some impurities were discharged, and finally turned into a slightly curved staff shape.

Then, Zhao Yan began to draw inscriptions on the black cedar staff, and the clear magic lines meandered on the black cedar staff, and the rich magic fluctuations made it tremble slightly as if it was alive.

After the inscription was drawn, Zhao Yan took out Dolaire's soul bead and the crystal nucleus of the third-order hellhound.

The soul bead that had been tempered by the undead fire was crystal clear, Zhao Yan first embedded the crystal nucleus on the top of the black cedar staff, and after simply quenching it with the undead fire, Dolaire's soul bead was also fused into the crystal nucleus of the cerberus.

A scream pierced through, and then a small Dolaire flew out of the soul orb, staring at Zhao Yan with resentful little eyes until Zhao Yan raised his hand to wave it away.

Sure enough, not choosing to devour souls was an extremely correct choice, Zhao Yan touched his nose and completed the final processing of the black cedar staff.