'Who?, Roy was taken aback and reflexively threw the midday sword out, "Come out!"

The verdict lay quietly on the ground, without any movement, and only the whistling of the wind could be heard in the night of the small courtyard.

Roy's expression was cloudy, and he cautiously moved to the front of the verdict, looking around as he picked up his sword.

As soon as the sword was in his hand, the voice scolded: "Little rabbit cub, you can throw Lao Tzu around again."

Clang, before the voice could be spoken, Roy shuddered and threw the sword out again.

The voice disappeared from his head again. He stared at the verdict on the ground with his mouth open, and finally made sure that it was this thing that was talking to him, and he was a little dumbfounded for a moment.

Although for more than a year, every time he meditated on the ruling, he would always appear by his side in the image of a whirlpool, absorbing the energy of heaven and earth, day and night. He had long regarded this mysterious creature with consciousness as Oliver, a partner like Malt. But he never dreamed that it would be able to communicate with him in words.

"Machine Spirit!" the word instantly crossed Roy's mind. He walked over to the sword, crouched down, and poked the hilt with his fingers, "Hey, you're talking?"

"Little bastard, you're dead......" As his fingers made contact with the hilt of the sword, Roy's angry voice quickly appeared in his head.

"Are you really talking?" Roy said in shock, "Who are you?"

"Who am I?!You have been following Lao Tzu to cut people for more than a year, and you actually asked me who I am?!" The voice was like thunder: "Lao Tzu killed you with an axe!"

"I've been cutting people with you for more than a year?" Roy was stunned for a moment, and exclaimed, "You are the dwarf hero who killed the demon clan on the hill." ”

"Hmph!" Hearing Roy call him a hero, his voice snorted angrily, but it was obviously a little proud.

"You, didn't you just leave?" Roy scratched his ears and cheeks with joy, "I saw you disappear." ”

"Disappear a fart, Lao Tzu, that's the awakening of breaking the seal. The voice was as irritable as the dwarf, "If you weren't so stupid and took more than a year to complete a full battle, how could Lao Tzu wait until a genius to get rid of that damn seal and truly become the instrument spirit of the Axe of Judgment!"

Roy was surprised again: "Seal?"

"Hillbilly boy, haven't you heard of the Machine Spirit?" the voice was impatient.

"Of course I've heard of it. Roy said.

The so-called instrument spirit refers to the consciousness and soul of a piece that is originally inanimate through a special way. Because its body is an artifact, it is called a machine spirit.

There are many ways in which machine spirits are born.

Legend has it that at the beginning of the birth of some artifacts, they will naturally produce machine spirits. This is also one of the most basic criteria for artifact evaluation. Without a weapon with a machine spirit, no matter how powerful it is, it can't be rated as an artifact.

However, the machine spirit is not unique to the artifact.

In addition to many legendary-level weapons above the seven-star level that possess low-level machine spirits, Roy, who has lived in major races since he was a child, also knows several kinds of machine spirits.

Elves, for example, nourish the spirit of demonized plants with guò water of life in their weapons. Dwarves will find the core essence of a vein that can be used to give the weapon a soul. Barbarians, on the other hand, have the traditional secret art of attaching the spirits of their deceased relatives to their belongings.

Different machine spirits have different functions.

Take, for example, the longbow of the Elven Queen that Roy had seen before. Her Fire Phoenix Bow is not only capable of shooting three earth-destroying Fire Phoenix Arrows, but also greatly increases the combat power of the Elf Queen herself. When the Elven Queen held the Fire Phoenix Bow, her combat power was ten times higher than usual!

And the giant axe "Wheel of Fortune" in the hands of the dwarven king of the dungeon where Roy was located back then...... can summon an Iron Giant out of his mouth, which is the mount of the Dwarven King and his combat partner. Before slaying the Iron Giant, no one would ever touch a single hair of the Dwarven King.

Of course, not all machine spirits are so terrifying.

Depending on the level of the machine spirit, the role is also different.

Some Machines can increase Mana and Fighting Spirit, and some Machines can be integrated into combat skills to increase attack power or surprise attacks with their own characteristics. And some of the low-level machine spirits of legendary weapons don't have much consciousness themselves. Their existence is only proof that the weapon itself has reached a certain level.

Although Roy knew about the machine spirit, he had always thought that the most that the machine spirit of the judgment was to express a little affection. But he didn't expect that it could communicate directly with itself, and the machine spirit in it was actually the dwarven warrior. "So you're the Judgment Spirit!" Roy said.

"Who said that Lao Tzu is the instrument spirit of judgment?" The dwarf said angrily, "Are you deaf, Lao Tzu is the instrument spirit of the axe of judgment, not the instrument spirit of judgment." ”

The Axe of Judgment?Roy's face twitched, and the Judgment he was holding in his hand was in the form of a sword.

Sensing Roy's thoughts, the dwarf said impatiently, "Idiot, the machine spirit of the judgment is not one. In addition to me, there is also the Bow of Judgment, the Spear of Judgment, the Staff of Judgment, the Judgment is right, the spirit of the Sword of Judgment is the guy you saw just now covered in holes, and when you break his seal, he will be able to talk to you. ”

"You mean, I learned his sword?" Roy startled. That human warrior's swordsmanship was unfathomable, and it was impossible to learn it without the support of his fighting spirit.

"The sword can learn as much as you can, but lifting the seal is not about looking at the sword, it is about being beaten. The dwarf said, "When you reach the end of the day, there are only a hundred more holes in your body than his, and you will be able to break his seal." ”

Roy swallowed reproachfully. Spittle.

Not to mention this dwarf who keeps up with the desperate efforts of the Ten Thousand Demon Clan, the human knight who is covered in wounds is also a madman. I don't know what kind of people are the bow of judgment, the spear of judgment, the staff of judgment, the dagger of judgment, the knife of judgment, and the shield of judgment.

It's not very normal.

"You're not a primordial spirit, are you?" asked Roy.

Actually, there is no need to ask this question at all. Without that one machine spirit, it would be in the form of a dwarf or a human, let alone fighting demons.

Roy was sure that these machine spirits were all characters before humans came to the Salvation Continent, and for some reason, their souls were sealed in the judgment and survived in the form of machine spirits.

Sure enough, the dwarf said angrily: "Of course not! Have you ever seen Lao Tzu such a powerful and temperamental primordial spirit?"

"No, no, I just asked casually. Roy rolled his eyes and said, "What's the matter with the seal? And what should I call you, you have been my idol for more than a year." ”

The dwarves are hot-tempered, straightforward, superstitious, can't control their mouths, are good drinkers, love to fight, and prefer to be complimented by others. At the age of six, he was already able to coax every dwarf in the entire dwarf city into a red face, and he had a whole set of skills to deal with these guys.

Sure enough, hearing that he was Roy's idol, the dwarf was a little proud, his tone was a little kinder, he hesitated, and said, "The seal can't be said, you can call me Axe Spirit by name." ”

"How's that going to work!" Roy said flatly, "It would be a shame for me to be a great hero like yours if I didn't even know your name." ”

"This" the dwarf was a little embarrassed: "I can't say. At the beginning, everyone said that whoever lifted the seal first couldn't say their names, so they had to get together and figure things out before they spoke. ”

"Why can't you even say the name. Roy began to agitate: "A great hero like you, is it still unsightly to be named?" ”

"This and this" The dwarf hesitated for a while and lost his temper: "***, if you can't say it, you can't say it, it has nothing to do with seeing people." It's all to blame for your little bastard's strength being too weak, or it would be nothing if Lao Tzu told you. ”

This blow hit Roy's life.

The big head grinned for a while, and he was choked and speechless. There was a lot of slander in my heart.

"Compared to a pervert like you, the master's strength is a little bit worse, uh, seven or eight points, but compared to Luke's gang, I'm amazing!"

Regaining his confidence in the poor students, Roy thought about it, was a little unwilling, and began to go around in circles: "My strength was almost bad before. But you see, I also learned your axe and lifted the seal. With your set of axes, who dares to say that I am not strong?"

The big head knows that dwarves have always had a good face. He tied himself to his set of axes, and he was embarrassed to say that he was low.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words came out, the dwarf suddenly roared, almost bursting his brain: "your fart, you also call it learning." Three-legged cat handles. You just drew a picture, and you dare to say that you learned it?"

Roy was speechless.

I only heard the dwarf say more and more angry: "What is the name of Lao Tzu's set of axes? Thor Axe! Ten times powerful! You little bastard can't even be considered the first weight of the entry! Dou Qi doesn't even have the most basic battle ring, and you are embarrassed to brag! Lao Tzu sues you, from today on, you will give Lao Tzu a special hell, otherwise Lao Tzu can't afford to lose that person!", "Hell is special?!" Roy was dumbfounded all of a sudden.

"That's right, boy!" the dwarf gritted his teeth, snorting through his nose.

"Why should I listen to you!" Roy was stubborn by nature, saying that the east was going west, and subconsciously shouted.

"Boy, do you still want to be a knight?" the dwarf sneered: "Do you still want revenge, do you want your princess beauty, do you want to have the strength to protect the people around you from being bullied?"

Roy stopped gnawing.

Every word of the dwarf was smashing into the deepest part of his heart.

For more than a year, the reason why he has been practicing day and night is precisely because he will never forget the powerlessness that Tom felt when he died, when he faced Alex, he could only run away and jump off the cliff.

"Speaking of pain, boy. The dwarf said, "I know everything about you." However, if you want revenge, you are still far away! Don't think that you can become powerful by buying some bullshit heart, I don't even want to wipe that thing for me!"

"Five-star, isn't it better than one-star?" Roy said unconvinced.

"What a one-star, five-star mess. The dwarf shouted angrily, "There is only a distinction between suitable and inappropriate! Each martial art requires a different need. But the basics are all the same. The trick is the foundation! You know, idiot!"

"Basic?" Roy froze. This was the first time he had heard of this kind of vindictive philosophy.

"I don't know what kind of nonsense you're learning now......", the dwarf said angrily, "haven't you heard that old saying?"

"What old monkey," Roy asked.

"It is difficult to ......walk an inch without reason when you are reasonable, and it is difficult to move an inch without reason", the dwarf said categorically: "The fist must be big, and the reason must be big!" ......

This passage is finally able to advance the plot