It wasn't Townsend's intention to praise the sword for being "good", in fact, he wanted to say "so weird" and throw it as far as he could.

Townsend has a lot of vices, and he is the most likely to offend his dead love. No matter what, he will never be cowardly in front of Ingmar, so Townsend changed his words - I endure, I will make myself nauseous, and I will not give you a chance to be happy!

So, what's wrong with the sword?

If it were to be described in Townsend's hometown, it would be: "This girl is alive!"

At the beginning of Townsend's trial, he noticed that the sword was conscious, as if it had awakened from the handle, and uttered a murmur that was sometimes faint and sometimes intense. These faint whispers continued to reach Townshend's palm along the thin etching patterns on the surface of the hilt. He didn't understand the meaning, but he didn't notice any discomfort physically.

Rather than saying that the longsword itself was alive, Townsend was more receptive to the idea that "there was an elf hidden in the hilt." "It doesn't matter if the elves are beautiful or if they look like people, in short, it's better than iron.

Because Townsend felt that he could not be reduced to talking crazy about iron. What's more, these murmurs are not strangers, like those of the most trusted best friends, and Townsend feels that this plain is hiding nearby, ready to be with him at any time.

How can he be a piece of iron with this feeling?!

In addition to this, Townsend also appreciated another feature of the longsword that surprised him. When he held the sword, it was as if he had a third eye. From time to time, images pass through my mind, and the focus of the picture is locked on the places around me that are changing and cannot be seen by me.

For Townsend, this self-closing of blind spots is very powerful. It's just that the angle of observation is a little weird, and it's still wandering. The perspective from behind you is the most normal, and there are those who look down vertically from the top of the head, and those who look diagonally from the ground. When the sword was casually inserted into the ground by Townsend, a real-time image was transmitted from the tip of the sword - it brutally stabbed a large bug to death.

If it's not an elf, the only one who does it is a troublemaker.

There are more than one, at least a couple, or even a large group.

"This is one of the twin swords of fate, called Calamity. Legend has it that the other of the twin swords of destiny is called Xiyi. But I never saw it. If you're lucky, maybe you'll be able to figure it out on your own. Ingmar said: "The statement of the twin swords may be a rumor. This is not difficult to understand, there is an old saying that fate is disaster. ”

"I believe in the legend of the twin swords, Xiyi, probably not everyone can see it. After teasing Ingmar, Townsend smiled and said to the sword in his hand: "You buy one get one free, what are you still hiding, hurry up and hand over your sister-in-law!"

"I didn't allow you to toss now!" Ingmar was speechless to Townsend: "If you have any questions, hurry up and ask!"

"Uh—it's okay to refine metal, but with so many details about the blade, can it really be done in an instant?" Townsend himself knew how to smelt iron, but Ingmar could even get the cutting edge on the sword, which made people wonder: "What's going on?"

"The subtlety of the sword must be remembered and forged with supernatural abilities. You don't really have a lot of choices, just add some resources from the block to get better abilities. It's home field advantage, local resources, local abilities, and a strong combination. ”

"As for what to add and how much to add, you need to experience mo, and there is also a process of making friends. Ingmar commented, "There are no more than thirty people in the Anomalous Guild who can actually use this kind of sword. ”

"So little?" asked Townshend, "swords are rare, and are they hard to make?"

"The challenge is mastery. If we look at the Anomalous and the Anomaly as a whole, the addition of the sword will trigger a chain of environmental changes. Ingmar shook her head: "If you don't use it well, it will have the destructive power of a third party and mess up your alien energy array, and if you use it well, you will have more trump cards." It can strengthen the control of alien energy, so that someone puts the inner space inside the sword. ”

"Great!" Townsend flicked the spine of the sword: "I haven't fought the junior, but the junior is also a girl, so it comes down to language arts." ”

"You think this is a pickled girl?"

"That's right! More than two chicks are a test of public relations. Townsend said solemnly, "But I can handle it." ”

"Don't go out and say this, or I won't admit that I know you. Seeing the suspicion in Townsend's eyes, Ingmar made a solemn explanation: "This sword will belong to you in the future, and you can use it with confidence—the original owner has already been killed by me." ”

Ingmar's words sound harsh - this is stolen goods, is it? Or is it simply a murder weapon?

"Practical use is the best practice. The thinking of the contemporary master is very different from that of ordinary people, he raised his hand and pointed to the small village not far away: "Now, pick up your weapon and go and clear the field for me first!"

"I knew that there was no benefit for nothing. ”

Looking at the village not far away, Townsend grumbled and went with his sword.

Casting a sword to try the sword here, the three people next to him had already seen the redness, especially Marcia, who took the little Lori to rush over viciously. Ingmar had no choice but to supply them one by one, and Pfister was not left behind.

His stalk was slender and white all over

The long sword of the o pattern is called Chengfeng, which should be Chengfeng Pan

o meaning. This kind of equipment that is especially suitable for him must have been prepared by the contemporary master in advance, so Pfister thanked him very solemnly.

When everyone was done, they looked back and found that Townsend had gone far away, and was walking along the path unhurriedly.

"He didn't even wait for us!, why did he change his route?" said Marcia. Previously, everyone would have avoided the path, but seeing Townsend's thoughtful moo, she couldn't disturb loudly, so she could only ask Pfister.

"Townsend seems to understand the master's intentions," Pfister noted softly, "and he's going to go in from the most heavily defended place." ”

"This tactic will anger the other party, and it will be met with the strongest resistance......" This truth even Xiao Lori understands, but she really understands it immediately: "Townsend intends to provoke the strongest counterattack?"

"Probably...... No...... What a coincidence!" Pfister looked at Townsend in front of him, feeling very weak. He knew that Townsend had talent, and he knew that the price of using him was high - Townsend was likely to kill his allies before killing the enemy.

Now, for example, if Townsend didn't have a sword in his hand, he would be no different from those passers-by who wandered around in the morning. The walking posture is exactly the same as usual, marking the scattering and fullness of the body.

Even with a sword in his hand, he wasn't much better. The hideous and ugly sword of calamity was carried by him casually, and there was no shortage of encounters such as leaning on his shoulder, patting on tui, chopping grass, splitting branches and picking stones.

In his hands, the calamity has a trace of the dignity of a sword, so much so that it is not even as good as a horsewhip!

When will he be able to be serious?

"Remember to protect yourself. Pfister shook his head helplessly, and his steps quickened.

Although I can't guess Townsend's thoughts, it's always right to get closer in the fight - Pfister is trying to position, no matter the political situation, he has to accurately position himself and Townsend so that they can complement each other and eliminate conflicts.

Townsend's idea at this time was simple, in a word: Ingmar is not a good thing!

At least this bastard is eccentric, and his absolute defense for Marcia and Lori is very luxurious, and no amount of ability can hurt them until the time has passed; Pfister's defense ability is wall-level, and it is extremely strong; but the ability to give Townsend is just a cover, and it will fail if it comes close to 100 meters—a standard road cargo, with which, it's lucky to be able to reach the impact position.

Townsend sighed: Life is unfair!

Townsend didn't expect Ingmar in the distance to sigh for himself at the same time, and the content was not bad at all: Life is unfair!

Because in the village in front, there are extremely unfair and severe consequences waiting for Townsend. All of this was made possible by Ingmar herself. At this time, the contemporary master stands at the bottom of a large dead tree, his hands folded in his sleeves, and his gaze is calm.

No one could see anything strange in him.

The famous contemporary masters can naturally hide the murderous intentions in their eyes and hide them properly.

Previously, Ingmar was a normal, caring elder for Townsend. But after three days of sitting there, Ingmar became a more dangerous enemy than the Church of Radiance and all the Apostles combined!

Because of some kind of bitter conclusion, Ingmar needs Townsend to die.

+ Passion

It's not a joke, it's not a trial, it's not a drill!

The death trap at the end of the path, it is waiting for Townsend. Let Townsend die on the road to glory, and remain in the memories of others as a brave man, this is Ingmar's biggest concession, and it is also his compensation out of shame and regret. The gift of the sword to Townsend was also to help him shape the image of this brave man.

In order to clear himself, Ingmar had to borrow the hand of his sworn enemy to complete the matter, so Townsend could not make it out of the village alive. Before Townsend departed, Ingmar did her best to teach him to arm him, but only to further avoid suspicion.

Townsend wasn't an immortal, nor was he a prophet, so he didn't know anything about it. His footsteps slowly approached the village, and his eyes could already see some of the details of the cottage. It can be seen that the effect of the ability to disguise your tracks is okay, as long as you are more than 100 meters away, you will not be noticed by mortal enemies.

There was a "man" basking in the sun on the path at the entrance of the village, this guy was alarmed by abnormal sounds more than once, so he frequently leaned over and looked up to observe the situation on the path, but "he" never noticed that Townsend was approaching.

Townsend was secretly surprised, not because of the ability, but because this sentry guy was too human-like.

It has flesh and blood, hands and feet, facial features and hair on its head, and it lacks no parts. An elderly homeless man who is also dressed in tattered clothes and has both god and shape.

The strange thing is that there may be a black gas as thin as a hair from time to time on its luolu skin, floating straight upwards and lasting for a long time.

As it looked down the path, Townsend noticed that his gaze was empty. Mu Ran's eyes were rolling, and his pupils occasionally reflected a little light, but they were lifeless. It's like méng a layer of glass on the eyeballs, and what flows out is just yin cold.

This was the first mortal enemy Townsend had ever met!