Chapter 117: Jianmu Wang Ding

Dardanelle laughed strangely, "Lord Lear, our Wizards' Guild is very sincere!" His hand flipped over, and an antique blue-gray pod the size of a Michel appeared.

"This is the 'Jianmu Wang Ding' treasured by our Magician Guild, even Lord Danwang Coca has come to the Magician's Guild several times to buy, Master Kamodo has not been willing to give up, this is a genuine six-grade Danding, it is hard to find, and what is even more amazing is that it itself is carved from the legendary 'Jianmu', Jianmu, known as a divine tree that can reach the sky, can not only increase the success rate of refining pills, improve the surname of medicine, and this tripod itself is said to have a growth surname!"

Paul Gould was dumbfounded, he had already heard of several medicinal tripods treasured by the Magicians' Guild, and this "Jianmu Wang Ding" was one of the best, although it was really carved from "Jianmu", it was really untraceable, but the preciousness of this tripod was obvious to all.

Six-Rank Danding, even in the entire Ancient Continent, can't find a few! It seems that the Magician Guild has made a bloody investment.

Lear was happy in his heart, the medicine tripod was what he needed the most at the moment, especially when he was now planning to refine a furnace of "Zhuji Dan" to make his foundation thicker, but the few medicine tripods he bought from the magic tower in his hand were really wolf, he took it with a smile and hurriedly took it, and thanked him: "Thank you, thank you, thank you......"

Dardanelle glanced at the red-robed archbishop's ugly face, smiled, flipped his hand again, took out more than ten storage rings from his waist, and said: "Lord Piaoxiang, here are some materials from our Magician Guild to you, not a respect, hehe, enough for five thousand people to eat a year's food, a large number of swords and armor......"

Lear's eyes narrowed with laughter.

Paul Gould's face became even more ugly, he gritted his teeth, and a white light swept through the storage ring, and something the size of a palm, white as jade, crystal clear swan wings appeared in his hand.

He said bitterly: "Lord Piaoxiang, this is the flying fighting weapon 'Angel Wings' refined by the Dan Master of our Light Temple, but it is a five-grade fighting weapon! Even our Light Temple has few people who can afford to use Angel Wings......

Lear took it with a grin, and casually threw it to the ironbow Kane with a strange face and a depressed face, and said, "Kane, you can use this gadget, hehe......"

At this moment, Kane's consciousness has regained his consciousness, although he hates the red-robed archbishop to the core, but he respectfully accepts it, and he has the dual surname of light and darkness, but he is the best successor of the "angel wings".

"Thank you, sir......" Paul Gould turned and walked out under the painful gaze, he was afraid that he couldn't help himself here for a while, and ruined the good things of the adults.

The smile on Dardanelle's face became even stronger, and Lear's performance was clearly disdainful of the gift of the Temple of Light.

Paul Gould gritted his teeth again, this time took out an ancient scroll made of unknown skin, and said: "The Light Healing Magic Scroll, the 'Resurrection of Death' Scroll, the Forbidden Spell Level Magic Scroll that can be perfectly resurrected once, even the Temple of Light has a few volumes!"

The Dardanelle magician showed a shocked look, the "Resurrection of Death" forbidden spell scroll, but the legendary ancient light magic scroll handed down from ancient times, its production method has long been lost, and even if it is not lost, no one has enough magic power to make it now, it is made by the legendary god of light himself with a feather on his wings!

Why did the Temple of Light spend so much blood to infiltrate the Northwest Province...... Dardanelle's brain was racing, but he couldn't figure out why it was after thinking about it for a long time.

However, he came to a conclusion that the Temple of Light must be not small! Then the Magician Guild must not give up, and the Northwest Province must be included in the Magician's Guild's sphere of influence.

Lear's heart blossomed, with this thing, he would have to wait for one more life! Although he was able to refine the "stand-in talisman", the effect of the stand-in talisman was also limited, and if the damage reached the limit, it would still endanger his own life.

"Hehe, Your Majesty Gould, of course, of course, of course in the Northwest Province, my territory of Coren will welcome you," Lear laughed weirdly as he grabbed the scroll and slipped it into his black iron ring.

When I get to the northwest, I will be the Emperor of the Earth! As long as I have a firm grasp of the army, I am still afraid that these gods of the Temple of Light will go up to the sky? Lear smiled strangely, "If you are polite, you will not accept it, and it will be invalid if it expires."

In other words, the Temple of Light and the Magicians' Guild are both rich masters, and this knife is slaughtered, Lear said in his heart. "Lord Bishop, how many priests are you going to send to the Northwest Province? The Magicians' Guild has sent more than two hundred people!" asked Lear with a little more thought.

If the Temple of Light sends out the Holy Knights on a large scale and makes tens of thousands of people, the master of the Northwest Province will immediately change hands! This is not what Tu Baozi wants to see, he immediately used the number of the Magicians' Guild to trap the Bright Temple, which means that you can't send more than the number of the Magicians' Guild!

Archbishop Gould frowned and said, "We will send two hundred priests, um! plus a thousand knights of the Holy Knights......"

Lear immediately flatly refused, "No, my lord, according to the ratio of the number of wizards in the Guild, you shouldn't send more than two hundred!"

The cardinal's face suddenly turned ugly, what are two hundred people for? Not even enough to stuff the teeth of those filthy goblins and rude orcs!

However, immediately his face turned cloudy and clear, and he said, "Okay, my lord, if you say a word, the number of people sent by the Temple of Light will be limited to two hundred......

Hehe, two hundred? Then let's send two hundred ascetics! Each ascetic is at least a gladiator and magician of the fifth level or higher, and among them the ascetics of the round table, hehe......

At the end of the negotiation, the three parties were overjoyed, and they were ready to set off for the Northwest Fragrance Plain the next day, but Lear also gained a lot, not only got a high-grade alchemy tripod, but also got a life talisman!

He pulled out a dozen shiny storage rings and laughed.

Suddenly, his heart moved.

Among the dozen rings, several jet-black rings were interspersed, which were trophies snatched from the severed hands of the necromancer, but unfortunately Lear was unable to break the spiritual seal on them.

If the seal can't be broken, then Lear has to sigh at the necromancer's treasure stored inside.

Lear scolded. The taste of entering Baoshan and returning empty-handed is not pleasant, and the taste is even more sad when you look at the large piece of fat but can't eat it in your mouth.

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