Haoren rubbed his eyebrows and said with a wry smile: "Could you please finish the words at one time, what is called a part, can it be said that this Wind Chaser's Blessing Sword is still divided into several parts?" ”

"When I die, a soul crystal will condense in my body, and when you hold it, the soul crystal will automatically induce when you approach the rest of the Sword of the Wind Chaser." The swordsman replied.

Haoren asked unwillingly: "Isn't there a specific direction?" For example, a map or something. ”

The swordsman shook his head speechlessly.

Haoren muttered in frustration: "Isn't that looking for a needle in a haystack, it's too difficult." ”

"So it's up to your luck to get all the pieces together." The swordsman looked up at the blue sky and said softly, "Okay, I'm done with what I should say, my consciousness is about to dissipate." ”

Both fell silent, waiting for the final moment.

After a few minutes, the swordsman's stiff body shook slightly, and some golden particles gradually floated out of his body, glittering in the sunlight, but quickly disappearing into the air.

The swordsman's eyelids twitched slightly, as if he was extremely tired, and gradually he was about to close, and he sighed with a smile: "How many thousands of years, liberated, finally liberated!" ”

Haoren seemed to understand the feelings of this warrior, his former comrades-in-arms and relatives had turned into dust, but he was still sinking in the darkness until he completely lost his heart, how could this loneliness be admitted.

"Young Juggernaut, one last piece of advice for you, the Dark Mark is a double-edged sword, and if used well, it will cause great damage to the darkness, but if you can't keep your heart, you will yourself fall into it, and finally become an undead and unconscious dark creature."

Haoren nodded emphatically and said solemnly: "Thank you for the reminder!" I can't understand your world, but we all have a common enemy. So, leave in peace, dark people, and I will destroy them! ”

There seemed to be a glimmer of brilliance in the swordsman's cloudy eyes, and he stretched out his hand with difficulty, groped in his arms for a while, and took out a thick notebook, the cover of which was already worn out, and it was difficult to distinguish the pattern in it.

"This is my battle notebook, which records all the enemy information and materials I have encountered, maybe it will be useful to you."

Haoren thanked him from the bottom of his heart and took the heavy notebook, which recorded the lifelong combat experience of a powerful hero's profession, which was really a rare wealth for Haoren.

The swordsman's body gradually turned into a phantom, shattering into countless fine and dense golden particles, and finally completely dissipated into nothingness, and there was a glittering golden bead on the ground.

Windchaser's Imprisoned Soul Crystal (Broken): Gold-level, when all soul crystals are collected, can be recombined into the Heroic Soul of the Wind Chaser, this item is the core of the Windchaser's Blessed Sword.

Haoren sighed, this fragment is useless for the time being, but after all, there is a goal, and I hope that other parts can be collected in the future.

Putting the soul crystal into the space package, Haoren flipped through the notebook in his hand, the first page opened, the thick dust came from the surface, God knows how many thousands of years this notebook has been in, he coughed a few times, blew the dust away, and carefully wiped the rough paper.

After only a few glances, Haoren shouted: "Pit daddy! ”

Rows of tadpole-sized fonts are neatly arranged on the thin paper, but the problem is that these unfamiliar fonts are neither Chinese nor the language of any country on earth.

"It can't be the text of the Fourth Civilization Era." Haoren suddenly remembered that this guy claimed to be a previous generation of civilization, and he didn't feel that he had a big head, even if he was the best foreign language expert, he didn't know this font.

"Linguist?" Haoren touched it, and pondered a little strangely: "If I remember correctly, there seems to be a sub-profession in the altar that is a linguist." ”

I used to think that this was a chicken rib profession, and no one changed jobs at all, after all, in the last days, language experts can't be eaten, let alone fight monsters.

The hero class has two sub-class places, and Haoren has already transferred to a forging master, and the remaining seat has not been considered for a long time.

Haoren hesitated all the way until he returned to the town, and he finally made up his mind, went straight to the leisure square, chose the profession of linguist at the altar, and spent 200 honor points in the exchange list to exchange for a basic text mastery of the fourth era of human civilization.

At the moment of choosing to study, a large amount of strange text knowledge came to Haoren's mind, he rubbed his temples, digested it for a long time, and finally barely mastered the basic grammar of this ancient script.

Of course, he only stopped at the point of recognizing the basic characters, and as for the slightly more advanced words, it was only possible to master them when his linguist level was raised.

Flipping through the notes again, the tadpole-like fonts could barely make sense of the meaning.

The first dozens of pages were all trivial matters of life, and although Haoren was very curious about this ancient human epoch civilization, these things were of no help to the present until the thirtieth page began, and some basic dark information appeared on the paper.

Haoren perked up and began to read carefully.

Dark Portal: A passage connecting real civilizations and dark alternate dimensions, the higher the level of the Dark Portal, the stronger the dark creatures that shuttle through.

Dark Mist: The air that dark creatures breathe, with extremely corrosive castes, is able to control the souls of living beings, thus reducing them to dark lifeforms.

Dark lifeforms have several distinct characteristics, their eyes are as red as blood, their strength increases instantly, and their destruction is extremely great, and they usually target human altars.

Haoren frowned, it seemed that his previous guess was right, those mutated creatures gathered together were probably eroded by the dark mist.

"I'm afraid this matter is a bit tricky, with the uneven combat power of this town, it is estimated that it will be difficult to resist the attack of the dark lifeforms, and if you give up the altar easily......"

Haoren shook his head and denied this idea, the altar is important, but human life is also more important.

He had made a circle on the outskirts of the town, and the architects gathered by Sheriff Wang were stepping up the construction of the guard tower, which was about two meters high, and on which a huge bronze bell was placed, which would ring automatically when an enemy invaded within a radius of a thousand meters.

The watchtower itself doesn't have any attack power, and although it allows archers and mages to climb the tower for long-range output, the watchtower is useless except for the vigilance function, and its defense is pitifully weak.

In the words of one warrior, he could punch a hole in the tower with an axe, a durability that archers and mages would not climb on.