"Tyrant" is one of the rarest enchantment effects in legend, and even in the inheritance of the enchanter profession, there are only a few words. Legendary enchantments often don't have a fixed formula, but they are extremely demanding in terms of materials. In the case of the "Tyrant", the only condition that can be determined is that its carrying material must be obtained from the King of Beasts.

Powell had only intended to bring out the power of the velociraptor scales themselves, but when he saw the virtual image of the velociraptor behind El, he realized that he might have inadvertently created the legendary "tyrant". Although there has been no exact research on the origin of the Flying Feather Velociraptor, it is indeed the most powerful monster in the Velociraptor Clan, and it can also be said that it is the king of the Velociraptor Clan.

Although the actual effect of the tyrant is not recorded in detail in the Enchanter's Inheritance, it does mention the vision that will appear after the successful enchantment - the power of the King of Beasts will be manifested in the form of an illusion and blessed by the master!

As a habitual offender who has been in the bottom society for many years, Bart has experienced a hundred battles, cunning and cruel, although his mind has not yet reacted, his body has subconsciously made protective actions. However, this protection dissipated in an instant, and in addition to the difference in strength, psychological oppression was also an important reason.

At that moment, Bart was still thinking about defending and counterattacking, but he found that it was not a leg at all, but a huge thick iron tail! The young man in the blue leather armor turned into a fierce dragon beast the moment his body moved, and the bloody mouth full of sharp teeth came towards him, which frightened Bart into a daze.

The illusion brings not only fear, but also the majesty and grandeur of the predators at the top of the food chain, and the true dragon power is said to be able to make creatures within a hundred miles bow down. Even if the blood is thin, the velociraptor is still an invincible beast in the mountains and forests, and the violent murderous aura it exudes is enough to scare a thug of Bart's level into peeing his pants.

He burst through the door in a rage, only to be kicked out like a dead dog in less than five seconds.

"You're going to help me loosen my muscles?" Elle walked out of the room unhurriedly, flexing his neck and holding his throat to make his voice low and cold.

"My lord, this is a misunderstanding, my lord!" Bart clutched his chest and lay on the ground, spitting blood while laughing and shouting, as a gang leader, the most important thing is to know the current affairs, and it is not difficult to kneel down and lick his boots if necessary. When he was brought out of the door, he realized that he had provoked someone he shouldn't have provoked, and the most important thing at this time was not face, but his own life.

"That's right, I heard you clearly. El walked up to Bart and kicked him in the sneering face. The black man's neck was violently twisted ninety degrees, and two large teeth erupted from one mouth.

"Stop!" a soft voice next to him suddenly said.

El turned his head to look in the direction from which the voice had come and saw a richly dressed aristocratic man standing under a large tree in the courtyard. He looked to be in his mid-thirties, with a slender curly beard on his chin, eyes that seemed dark from lack of sleep, and a slender body like a firewood. The guy looked weak, but the sword he wore at his waist made El's eyes heavy.

"Master Sneik is preparing to go to the front line in person and needs the right equipment. You look good in this outfit, take it off and get out of here. The aristocratic man stroked the mustache on his chin and said slowly, and this unreasonable word came out of his mouth, full of the taste of reason.

"Sneck......" El asked quietly, "I haven't asked you for your identity yet?"

"You don't know who I am?" the aristocratic man looked up in surprise, as if amazed at El's ignorance, and he cleared his throat and chanted in that soft voice, "Lonely idiot, remember my name." I am the most trusted guard of His Majesty Darius, the Knight of Glory who holds the banner of the kingdom, and the first heir in line to the Fernand family, Luthor Boehne Fernand......"

"It turned out to be Mr. Luther. El selectively memorized the last name, as for the complicated and cumbersome names that preceded them were meaningless to him, the only valuable information was that the sissy aristocratic man seemed to be a popular man at the side of His Majesty.

"So, do you know who I am?"

"I'm not interested in knowing who you are. Luthor shook his head, revealing a look of disdain: "It's enough that you know who I am, now take off your equipment, get out of the way, and I'll be merciful and spare your life." ”

"I am amazed by your mercy. El sneered and bowed, "As a sign of respect for a gentleman, I will reciprocate the same mercy to you." ”

"Ignorant idiot, it's your own death!" Luthor pursed his lips and raised his hand slightly, the sword at his waist popping out of its scabbard and falling into his hand. He took a step forward, his sword slashing through the air with a dazzling white light, stabbing El's eyes with lightning speed.

Although he seems to be weak on the surface, and his personality is extremely arrogant and vicious, this guy's skills are really good, judging from the power of this move, it is likely that he has entered the so-called silver rank.

When El first saw him, the wild instinct in his body warned of danger. He noticed that the weapon Luthor wore was a very uncommon thin-edged sword on the market, and as he himself had identified, it was not a military weapon, but a ceremonial sword used among nobles. It's not so much a weapon as an ornament.

But it is such a seemingly useless foil, but under the observation of the Eye of True Sight, it exudes a strong bloody murderous aura!

It wasn't the first time El had seen such a weapon, as he remembered from his childhood that a mercenary who used to pay on credit in taverns carried such a tomahawk on his back. He was a veteran who had fought dozens of battles with the tomahawk, killed hundreds of enemies, and was forced to leave the army because of his wounds and disabilities. The tomahawk was so murderous that ordinary people did not dare to approach it, and it was said that it was because it had killed too many enemies and turned into a murder weapon after drinking blood.

How terrible would it be for someone to possess such a murder weapon? The moment Luther made a move, a dazzling sword light burst out of the air, and his anger was monstrous. Even from a distance of ten meters, this sword was powerful enough for a bronze-ranked warrior with brute force alone to tear to shreds.

Before this, El's knowledge of the silver rank was limited to theory, but now Luther's sword immediately gave him the most intuitive cognition in his mind.

If the black iron rank represents the lowest level of commoners, the bronze rank is equivalent to the blacksmith, doctor, and merchant who have mastered life skills, although they rely on their own hands to earn more income than their neighbors, but their status has not changed in the slightest.

The silver rank represents the nobility that has departed from the civilian level, and the real aristocratic temperament cannot be concealed no matter what kind of clothes are worn. When the aristocracy walked down the street, it always attracted the attention of others, because they were completely different from the commoners in every sense.

The Silver Secret Realm represents the strong people who have embarked on their own path, they are no longer obscure from the crowd, and have begun to exude their own unique light.

Speaking of his own light, the corners of the boy's mouth hidden under the helmet couldn't help but rise.

My name is El, the beginning of the rune. When I was a child, I was the most domineering child king in the village, and when I grew up, I was the best great hunter within a hundred miles of Queensland City, and even in Istalen, only I could survive the hands of the princess of the earth. A scumbag like you can step into the silver rank, so how can I have a problem?

El let out a low roar, his fists colliding, and two dark blue rays of light shattered in his hands and merged into one. The ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed into a diffuse rift, and the "Storm Raid" instantly opened!

Luthor was ready to admire the bloody image after stabbing the sword, but the sudden change made him stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face was not surprised.

"How can you meet a silver-rank powerhouse in a remote place like Isttalon? Very good, that little devil really has a hidden hand! Since I bumped into you, you can stay!"

The speed of the sword in his hand changed, and it suddenly evolved into a sword shadow in the sky.

El dodged sideways with the impact of the first sword blade, stomped his feet, and the whole person rushed forward at a speed that was not inferior to the opponent's sword.

When he entered the combat state, he could clearly feel a new power burst out from the equipment, blending with his own flesh and blood. At that moment, he almost had the illusion of a strange one, as if the equipment had grown out of himself. As he suddenly accelerated his assault, the oncoming storm split in front of him, without the slightest sense of blockage from the airflow.

This is also the talent of the flying feather velociraptor - Fengxing.

[To see the latest wonderful chapters of this book, please search in Baidu: novel) (go to read om) (jiangsu net)