Lin Jixin's hesitation immediately fell into Miss Boscis's eyes, and Miss Bossis asked with some joy, "Do you like this set of armor?" ”

Although this armor is old, it is not too valuable, and if it can be exchanged for a magic scroll, of course she is very willing.

Seeing Miss Boscis's smiling face, Lin Jixin's heart moved slightly, and he raised his eyebrows: "I really like these ancient things, but this whole set is too big, give me this arm armor with heraldry." ”

"Just armour?" Miss Bosis was somewhat dissatisfied.

He shrugged his shoulders, "History and culture are always more fascinating to mages than armor, and I can increase its valuation by five times because of the need to take it apart, and if Miss Lulan still doesn't think it's a good deal, then just give it up." ”

"Five?!" Miss Bosis was all a surprise this time.

"Not bad, five times."

After the deal was successful, he and Miss Bossis had chosen a few of the items they had offered, and after trading the magic scrolls by value to almost half of them, he seemed to be interested in saying that this was the end of it.

"Don't have a favorite?" Seeing that there were still half of the magic scrolls to be exchanged, Miss Bosis became anxious.

"No way," Lin Jixin raised his eyebrows helplessly, "Miss Lulan provides all the high-quality products, just because of personal interest, I don't like it too much." ”

Having said all this, he just wanted Miss Bosis to take out what he wanted, but of course, he had to find another way.

Fortunately, Miss Bosith did not disappoint him, and after a moment of silence, Miss Bosis said, "If there is still an ancient armor with heraldry, is Mr. Faro willing to exchange it?" ”

"Of course." His heart was ecstatic, and his face was impassive. It's done!

Sure enough, after a while, Miss Boscis's servants sent several pieces of armor, including the key to the Ancient Path of Tibetan Soldiers.

His gaze fell on the armor, and his expression changed slightly: "This is the one in the hall!" ”

"It's the ancestors." Miss Bosis said.

He hurriedly shook his head and said, "Your ancestor is an admirable hero, I can't change this!" ”

When he said this, Miss Bossi's little suspicion was completely dispelled: "If it were to be put in the hands of a venerable mage, I believe that the ancestors would not object to it." ”

"No, this won't work!"

He objected vigorously, and after repeated persuasion by Miss Bossy, he reluctantly agreed, and made it clear that the magic scroll was only the cost of renting the armor, and that it would be returned to the Bosis family as soon as he had studied the historical significance of the coat of arms.

So, Miss Bosis got the magic scroll, and without paying too much price, he also got what he wanted, and everyone was happy and happy.

Because of the saying that he would return it after studying the history of heraldry, the next day, he justifiably borrowed the family history of the Bosis family, and finally figured out that Miss Bossy's ancestor was seriously injured and died during the uprising, and he didn't even leave his last words, and the Tibetan Ancient Road Warehouse was only investigated after many years, and the insiders generally kept it secret, that is, no one should have touched this Tibetan Ancient Road Warehouse, which made him look forward to it more fervently.

After another day of patience, he went out of the city alone.

This time, he didn't feel that anyone was following, but, to be on the safe side, he still resorted to escape means, and only after being sure that there was no doubt that he entered the ancient road of Tibetan soldiers.

From the ancient road of Tibetan soldiers to go deeper, according to the information, he calculated the distance by footsteps, walked about five hundred meters, stopped, looked around, soon, he saw a small crack at the top of the passage, it seemed to be naturally formed, tentatively, he embedded the hand armor he got into the crack, tentatively fiddled with a few times, "click", in his happy gaze, a huge passage appeared in front of him, the bright light of the spell on the top of the cave shone straight down, illuminating this black road like a void.

Pressed with excitement, he walked into the passage, and after walking a few steps, what appeared in front of him was a huge warehouse, but there were no imaginary weapons and armor, most of the warehouse was empty, only a huge metal statue was upside down in one corner.

It was a large creature twice his height when it lay down, made of bronze metal, with bright gold and silver-white layers carved with dense runes, but imagine what a tall and mighty metal giant it was when it stood up.

Storm Golem!

He groaned low in his heart, this is one of the most famous war puppets in history, a killing machine in the Dark Ages, with a terrifying power that destroys like a storm, when it was launched, it was even called a "perfect magic masterpiece", and several classic talismans made on it are still being cited until now, if you list the ranking of the most classic puppets in history, it is definitely among the top ten.

However, this formidable war machine is now lying quietly on the ground, lifeless, and what causes all this is a scar on the front of its body that starts from the chest and runs across the waist, which seems to be caused by some kind of sharp blade, several meters deep, almost cutting it in two, and the starting point of the scar is exactly where the core of the storm puppet is - even after so many years, Lin Jixin can't help but feel a burst of awe when he sees this terrible wound.

Then, he began to be distressed again, in his time, the drawings of the Storm Golem were no longer classified, he was fortunate enough to see them, and even more fortunate to remember them completely, his headache was that if the Storm Golem was to be completely repaired, the materials needed were all precious and rare, and it was estimated that it would not be enough to buy it himself a hundred and eighty times - it would have to be worth enough for him.

But he was reluctant to give it up like this, this storm puppet was worth more than the entire warehouse of weapons and armor he imagined before, even if it could only repair a few percent of its functions in the end, it was enough to invest all his wealth to make a risk.

Reluctantly withdrawing from the Ancient Path of Tibetan Soldiers, he did not hesitate to revise his previous plan, even if it was only for this storm puppet, he must protect this spatial rift leading to the earth.