Chapter 196: Black Spear

With everything done, Morey also took the time to visit Erred. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Morey still cares about this friend, and the orc brothers are lying in the cabin where they used to lie down, recuperating quietly. He recovered from his injuries surprisingly quickly, and although he was still so dry as described, he was able to regain consciousness after only one night, and he could still laugh and joke with Morey.

Such tenacious vitality is staggering.

But looking at Ered's appearance, he should be inseparable from here for a short time. Although he appeared to be in good spirits, the wounds he suffered were actually very fatal. If there is no such vigorous vitality nourishment, dragging such a body, it is estimated that it will be miserable as soon as you get out of the valley.

With the current situation, it will take at least a month or two to recover, Morey thought about it, and had to say goodbye to Errid regretfully. However, there is one thing that Morey can't figure out, with the character of an old nobleman, it stands to reason that he should be reluctant to take in outsiders.

This time, the old nobleman was very resolute, and according to the meaning of his words, it seemed that he would not give up until Errid was completely cured!

Morey suddenly felt strange in his heart!

How could the old nobleman suddenly be so loving, this is not right! I still remember that at that time, this old man didn't even care that we were still half dead, and said that he would drive people away.

He's discriminating!?

Erred is a good man, I don't have to say this, but Morey is not reconciled! Why is he so sad to me, in terms of appearance, I can't compare to an orc?

"Hmph, what do you think I'm going to make him suffer?" Wendick said angrily when he was lying in a rocking chair drinking tea, and saw Morey asking such a question. "I just think his talent is very rare, and it would be a pity to waste it like this!"

"His pedigree is very special, I won't explain it to you. However, within two months, I will help him master his spiritual power and take his strength to a higher level!"

When Wendick said this, he even asked a rhetorical question. "Why, aren't you happy for him?"

Morey nodded stunned.

...... It seems like that's the case, but why do you think it's weird?

"Hey, develop mental power?" After walking for a long time, Morey suddenly pondered!

He's not going to train Errid to be a coolie, is he!?

This old guy still can't forget those tweeds!

But after quietly telling Ered about it, the orc just smiled freely. Errid is very grateful to be able to recuperate here, listen to the meaning of his words, for this kind of life-saving grace, not to mention just making efforts, even if he is allowed to die, it is no problem!

Morey can't understand the simple and fierce culture of orcs, but since Errid said so, it's not easy to persuade him. It is conceivable that for a considerable period of time in the future, the life of the orcs will probably be quite boring.

But looking at the many bookshelves scattered on the ground, Morey suddenly felt ...... It may not be a good thing to be able to stay here for a while.

Helping Gossel collect the bookshelves that had fallen under the tree one by one, although it was a heavy physical work, Morey just took this opportunity to get used to the third-order pseudo-magic pattern. It's a pity that there is a special defensive enchantment on the bookshelf, which can't be stored in a magic pocket, otherwise it wouldn't have been so troublesome.

Gossel was carrying a large bookshelf when he suddenly turned his head sideways and spoke. "Brother Bohn, are you really leaving?"

Those huge bone spurs the day before yesterday didn't take care of Wendick's treasures, and although the bookshelves were protected by the magic enchantment, it was a pity that many of the branches that held them were broken. In this way, Gossel suffered, although only a small part of the fallen, but considering the total amount, it is a considerable amount, and Gossel was busy all morning.

One by one, they were picked up and carried to the giant tree, but the branches were destroyed, and there was no place to put them for the time being, so Gossel had to pile them in the corner.

Wait until when the giant tree has new branches.

I have to say that Gossel's physical talent is extremely amazing, and these bookshelves are indeed very heavy, even if he turns on the pseudo-magic pattern Morey, he can feel the pressure. But in Gossel's hands, it looked as if he was only carrying a few lumps of cotton, and he didn't even feel the slightest effort.

"Yes, the windward flower will be handed over to you. Morey smiled and moved the last bookshelf into the corner. "Say goodbye to Mr. Wendick. ”

Yesterday the old nobleman unexpectedly did not take a nap, but sat down and talked with Morey for a while.

Wendick's words were succinct, and Morey, of course, listened attentively. But when he heard this, Morey's expression became solemn, and he immediately took out his notes and wrote down a few strokes from time to time.

The old nobleman was there, and he was far from being able to talk about his own experience, and under the deliberate guidance of such an elder, Morey of course listened very carefully.

Only by facing Wendick can you realize how sharp those eyes are, this old man seems to see Morey's condition quite clearly, and every sentence is to the point, which is exactly what Morey is puzzled about. After these words, Wendick left on his own, leaving Morey there for a long time, his eyes flashing with thought.

It was a full ten minutes before Morey took a deep breath and already had a plan in his head for what he was going to do next.

"This form of spiritual power has never been seen before, and since it can be condensed successfully, it is enough to prove that this path is correct. It's not stable, though. The old nobleman said. "Some of the magic academies are old-fashioned, but you can learn a lot there. ”

"The ability to control is only one aspect, and your foundation is actually very bad. Wendick said it mercilessly, which embarrassed Morey. "If you want to go further, you should settle down for a while. ”

"You ask me what magic carving is, I can't answer this......" The old nobleman said this, and muttered for a moment. "But from my point of view, it should be somewhat similar to the intermediate product of alchemy and shamanic spells, and after all, it is a kind of totemism. ”

This strengthened one of Morey's thoughts, and for the carver, it seemed that the orc's totem pole was indeed worth learning from. If you have the chance, be sure to visit the orc tribe.

The only trouble is that orcs aren't very friendly to humans, and it's dangerous to go to the Aukus Mountains. It's a pity that Ered can't get out of bed, if only he led the way.

Speaking of packing...... In fact, I don't have anything to pack at all. Even if there are some dry food and clothes, as long as you throw them into the magic pocket, the whole person still looks refreshed.

After thinking about it, it should be Wendick's nap time, and Morey wanted to go to him to say goodbye in person, but he couldn't help but shudder at the thought of waking him up.

For the sake of reason, let's forget about it.

"Oh, let me get you out!" said Gossel, smacking his head suddenly, and a gust of wind came running over him, grinning. "The old man has modified the defensive barrier at the exit, and he won't be able to find his way if he goes directly!"

Morey was stunned for a moment, nodded and was about to follow, when suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder! Morey almost jumped up, only to hear Wendick's trademark calm voice suddenly come from behind him. "By the way, there's something I haven't told you. ”

Morey turned around and saw the old nobleman appear there like a ghost. I saw that he suddenly threw a pitch-black stick-like object, and Morey was shocked and hurried to follow, but was shocked to find that this thing was terrifyingly sinking!

What is it!

As soon as he started his hand, this terrible heaviness shocked Morey's heart! The pseudo-demon pattern subconsciously appeared, and a dazzling red pattern snaked out of his arm!

Finally got hold of it!

Look at it, it's so weird!

It looked like it was supposed to be a weapon, but Morey had never seen anything like it. At first glance, it looks like a spear, but the tip of the spear resembles an extremely slender blade, with two sides open.

And the most special point...... The tip of the blade is so long that it takes up half of the entire weapon!

This thing is like a stick and a spear, and the total length is almost more than four meters!

Morey held it in his hand and felt that his proportions were so out of harmony with it. The handle is just right to grasp, obviously it is indeed designed for the palm of ordinary people's hands, but such a length is incredible, anyway, it is too inconvenient to carry!

Looking closely, Morey's face couldn't help but become a little strange. This thing seems to be ...... It's been a few years, and it looks like an antique, it's very cold to pick up, and it's covered in scratches, which seems to prove that it has experienced a lot of battles back then. It was pitch black from the blade to the handle, and a black iron chain was wrapped around the blade bottle, and the lock was tightly locked, as if it had rusted.

But if it were just that, Morey might not be so speechless, the tip of this thing's blade ...... Roll the blade.

Roll the blade.

Morey looked at the old nobleman, and Gossel froze, though he didn't say anything - what do you mean by pulling out a scrap, do you want me to help you take out the garbage along the way?

Okay, I get it, I'll just drop by and help you pour it once, and I'll satisfy you.

Seeing the eyes of the two of them, the old nobleman couldn't help but say dissatisfied. "Joke, this thing doesn't look good, but it's the most suitable thing in my collection for little Boyent...... Ahem, ahem!" Wendick coughed twice and turned his head slightly. "I finally got it from the auction house!"

Gossel's forehead was covered in black lines.

"What do you kid know, this is also an antique, at least the material of this thing is very valuable...... Well, if Boente really doesn't want it, I can get him another one. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Wendick. Seeing that the old nobleman was a little annoyed, Morey couldn't help but smile and put the thing away preciously. "With your guidance yesterday, it is more valuable to me than any treasure, this ...... I love this stick. ”

"Hehe, you kid can talk. Wendick had a look of approval in his eyes.

"That's right," Morey said, his eyes still shining with curiosity. "I don't know what the name of this thing is?"

"Uh, it's called ......"

Wendick was silent.

"Sticks. ”