I feel like I shouldn't answer in the dark night, this is the old man's literary and young man's disease!

It's comparable to an old pedant who sees an unfilial disciple and grandson scribbling villains on it with ancient books, it's normal to scold two sentences, and it's good if you don't have a big mouth to smoke it.

If this old man knew that he had just auctioned a four-element ring in the morning, it is estimated that his second uncle who could beat him would not know him.

People love to talk when they are old, and they like to recall the past even more, and they can actually think of the world's violent nature of the elemental ring, and he doesn't have half a point of this emotion in the night.

Everything in the world has value, otherwise how can we talk about the preciousness?

What you say is priceless, it's just that the chips you pay are not enough to make people excited, the old man's point of view he doesn't agree with at all, but there are differences and can't be said, now you have to follow the Mao, after all, there are people!

"Old man, do we want to continue?"

The night whispered to the old man who was "sad and sad".

"Take it out all at once, you have all the artifacts of the era, and I'll see what else you've found in that tomb. ”

The old man clutched the pot of rum in the night, and in the afternoon of chatting about treasures from the old and the young, his cheeks were already slightly red with drunkenness when he poured the last drop of wine.

It seems that this is to really get drunk, and a pot of rum at the level of the junior rank of the night will not get drunk, not to mention the strength of this old man.

took out two stacks of sheepskin from the space ring and rolled them on the counter, and then pulled out his big iron fan fiercely, and said to the old man: "That's all! ”

"Finally something serious!"

The old man didn't even look at the glittering iron fan, but fixed his eyes on the two stacks of parchment scrolls thrown out by the night, and his eyes were full of approval when he looked back at the night.

In his eyes, even the artifacts of the epoch can't compare to these two stacks of "waste paper".

It's an attitude!

The magic weapon has the ability to assist the attack, but it is something outside the body, and the most fundamental thing is people, it is oneself!

Watching the sea of books, hearing one and knowing ten, and the pain of hard work, the familiarity of poor reason, will be integrated, their own way to achieve the way of reason, magic on the way to its bottleneck will be solved, this is the real way of cultivation.

The magic weapon is a small way, and if you can't go up in your own rank, even if you have the epoch weapon in your hand, it will be vain, and sooner or later it will become a thing that others are destined for.

"There is a place for the library in the tomb, I wanted to empty it, but the years are quiet and frosty, and no paper can stand the friction of time, and the sages' legacy pen and ink have turned into carbon ash once they are touched, and the younger generations are really heartbroken, and they can't bear to touch it and can only leave it to the mighty person, and finally bring out the immortal parchment scroll and the Sdura rune!"

This is not a night in front of the old man, at that time watching countless books turn into ashes is indeed painful, if he has the ability to bring it out intact, he will never hesitate.

"Keep your original intention, don't invade each other, you just have so many magic weapons in your body, old man, I don't worry about whether you can lose yourself, at least you still know what is heavy and what is light, this is very important along the way in magic practice!"

The old man looked at the night more and more fond, this is rare, for an old man who is about to die, there are really few things in the world that can touch his ancient heart again, let alone love this emotion, if it weren't for Blackbeard in front, he would have the heart of a closed disciple.

But the night knows this!

"Thank you for the compliment!"

"Don't talk about this, let's talk about your iron fan first, your fate is really not shallow, an epic thing and an ancient era vessel, and a treacherous corpse plague shroud, this is another near-holy weapon, that is, ordinary saint masters are not as rich as you. ”

The old man didn't need to get started at all, and when he looked at it, the faint golden light flowed, and he knew that this thing was a near-holy thing, and it was also a magic weapon that had been successfully refined.

"Hehe, old man, you understand people, this is also forced, between life and death, you can only take this thing to forcibly refine blood, and you can only escape with this thing with this thing, but the sequelae will follow.

I have to carry out blood refining once a day, and the recent loss of qi and blood is not ordinary, and I will be killed by this thing sooner or later if it goes on like this. ”

Looking at this big iron fan in the dark and resentful, it is easy to use, but it is under the premise of suppressing its natal true spirit, if he can not eat back, he chokes on a mouthful of old blood, which is enough for him to slow down for three or five months.

"If you can't be sucked, you will make up for the loss of qi and blood! With your rank, it is definitely faster than pumping, which is just a bit of a waste of money. ”

The old man could see at a glance what was going on in the dark night, and the little rabbit cub was exaggerating.

"Don't you always know how to erase the Natal True Spirit Technique, you see that I have lost qi and blood recently, why don't you erase that picture Natal True Spirit when you always erase it, and bring this vegetarian baby nine tricks with you?"

Heiye didn't want to take this thing out, but after the blood refining, he already knew what kind of magic weapon it was, and it was completely superfluous to ask the old man to palm his eyes.

But he didn't expect that the old man would actually erase the Natal True Spirit Technique, and it was not his style to take advantage of it at all, not to mention that it was still cheap for free!

"The blood-refined magic weapon can't erase the natal true spirit, when it is wiped out, don't think about the backlash trauma you suffer in this life, and I don't have a guardian of fate here for you to gnaw!"

The meaning is clear!

"And what about the aftermath?"

As soon as I heard the old man say this, I immediately became impotent, this is really a big heart, how many great tonic medicines do you have to gnaw on every day?

One drop of essence blood a day, at least one hundred gold coins of medicinal materials a day to make up for it, it is really not an ordinary pain, and I don't dare to calculate how much money I have to spend on eating and drinking in a year.

"There are two methods! one is that when you reach the advanced level, you can strip off the blood refining technique by yourself, and the other is to boil it. ”

"What do you mean?"

He understands the former one, and he teaches it when he learns the art of alchemy, but he really doesn't know the latter way that the old man said.

"Summoners know that they are adult war pets, right?"

"Yes!"

"Just stay up like that! Fight with each other patiently, I can't say when the natal true spirit in this near-holy vessel will not be able to survive and directly succumb to you. ”

“......”

The dark night was directly dumbfounded, I didn't know how to answer these words, and the summoner was like boiling an eagle to stay up as an adult war pet.

War pets are usually bought eggs and hatched by themselves, and their affinity begins to be cultivated in their juvenile years, and when they reach adulthood, the two are intimate, and the fierce beast will not appear to devour the master.

But there are always some summoners who are not satisfied with the slow juvenile stage of powerful magical beasts, and directly attack adult wild magical beasts.

Adult Warcraft are not ordinary ferocious, the situation of devouring the Lord is too ordinary, and powerful Warcraft will not be willing to be controlled by weak humans, at this time, individual summoners have come up with a way to make adult Warcraft succumb to their clutches.

That's boiling!

It's better to say torture, until the tortured demonic beast completely succumbs and is at the mercy of its master to the point of being at will, and that's it!

Warcraft is not comparable to people, submission is submission, and there will be no two-sided three-knife situation, become, a Warcraft with explosive combat effectiveness will be in hand, directly crossing the slow juvenile period, adding a strong combat power to it.

This is boiling, but the process will definitely be miserable, not only for Warcraft, but also for the summoner of Warcraft, the basic sins are the same.

"Isn't there a third way, old man?"

It feels like the sky is dark at night, and the first person who can't hold on like this is definitely him, not the natal true spirit of the magic weapon!

It's also the stupidest and dumbest way, and this way the night doesn't feel like it's right for him at all.

"That's all there is to it! Blood refining magic weapons are like this, and no one can do anything about it. ”

After listening to it in the dark night, I felt like crying, and the impulse was really fucking the devil, it was the world!

This is also too fast, I thought I had found a big killer, but I didn't expect to get it and pay off the "mortgage" every day, this pressure is enough for him to breathe for a while, if his life is not good, he will step into the ranks of senior mages after he is 100 years old, then this "mortgage" will have to be repaid for a hundred years!

100 Years !!!

When I heard this deadline, I thought that I would vomit blood and vomit to death now, which is really not an ordinary bad feeling.

"This is a process of refining the heart, and there are many good things!"

The old man glanced at the mournful face of the night, picked up the stack of parchment rolls and said to him, which was a word of comfort.

The depressed night had a bloody face, and directly threw his big iron fan back into the space ring, out of sight and out of mind, and then began to look at the old man's focused face seriously.

A stack of demonic text parchment scrolls, a handful of demonic text translations in the library of Gado Academy, but he didn't have time to study what was written on it for a few days after he came back, so he simply took them all out and threw them in front of the old man.

"What is written on this, old man?"

The night didn't care at all about what it was, a kind of parchment scroll written in the form of an epistle, which could tell what it could say, but he was interested in the three words in front of the person's name - the one who walked in the shadows!