Chapter Ninety-Three: The Pit of Custom Warframes

In the end, Song Zhan fell on the fluffy fur on Chiyan's back, avoiding the human tragedy of being killed by the fall.

As soon as the Harpy Banshee King died, the ordinary Harpy Banshees who had lost their restraints all flew towards the top of the mountain, desperately trying to stay away from the two killing gods Song Zhan and Chiyan.

"Hahaha~"

The thrill of slashing brought by the sky-rushing knife coupled with the prestige that was already approaching 190,000 made Song Zhan lie on Chiyan's back and laugh loudly.

After drinking the potion and slowing down for a few minutes, Song Zhan came to the body of the Harpy King.

Above the corpse, there was an object lying quietly.

Song Zhan reached out and picked up the only trophy and examined it carefully.

Sky Attachment (Special)

Requirements: None.

Number of uses: 15/15.

Traits: When activated, summons a pair of Wind Wings to gain flight ability, with a maximum flight altitude of 300 meters and a duration of 10 minutes.

Flying props!

You can still use the top-level outfit artifact 15 times!

Song Zhan looked at the white ball in his hand in surprise that exuded a cool aura, as if it was surrounded by a breeze all the time.

He didn't expect that such a thing would break out... Chicken rib stuff.

Let's call it strong, it doesn't seem to be very useful for combat.

Let's say it's weak, Song Zhan hasn't heard of anyone with the ability to fly until now.

It's better than nothing, and it's also a hole card.

After putting the ball into his backpack, Song Zhan looked at Chi Yan and mouthed Nunu, the corpse of the Harpy Banshee King.

Red Flame suddenly ran over and feasted.

Song Zhan sat on the boulder, calmly waiting for Chi Yan to eat.

After a while, Chiyan licked his lips after eating, and let out a dull snoring in satisfaction.

Song Zhan opened his eyes and looked at Chi Yan, who was still full of energy, thinking that he might die of sleep again in a while.

After tearing open the two scrolls of returning to the city, the light blue energy enveloped Song Zhan and Chi Yan in all, and with a "pop", Song Zhan and Chi Yan disappeared in place.

After returning to Refusal Mountain, Song Zhan took Chiyan and went straight to the quartermaster's office.

"Uncle, I want to exchange supplies."

It's still a small management room next to the huge iron door, and it's still a middle-aged man with a scar looking up at the ceiling.

"It's you kid, what do you want to exchange?"

The wine delivered last time still had an effect, although the other party was still looking at the door with slanted eyes, but the tone had improved significantly.

Song Zhan spoke clearly: "I want to customize the whole body armor!" ”

"What? What are you going to redeem! The middle-aged man sat up straight, looked at Song Zhan with a hint of disbelief and asked.

"I'm going to customize my full-body armor."

The middle-aged man still couldn't believe this fact: "That thing costs 180,000 military merits, where did you come from?" ”

"I earned it by killing beasts and monsters!"

Song Zhan said this rightly.

"You wait," the middle-aged man said, taking out a magic crystal from the drawer that was about five millimeters thick as A4 paper.

"Come, enter the battle gas."

Song Zhan did as he was told.

With the input of battle qi, the magic crystal gradually lit up, and Song Zhan's information was listed on the crystal one by one.

"One hundred and eighty-seven thousand four hundred military merits! This... It's only been a few days? ”

The middle-aged man looked at the crystal screen and muttered to himself in distraction.

"Uncle! Uncle! ”

Seeing that the other party was in a trance, Song Zhan had to remind him again.

"Oh, yes, are you sure you want to exchange it for a custom full-body armor?" The middle-aged man looked at Song Zhan with a serious face, and hinted: "Actually, you are still young, and you still have a lot of choices." ”

Song Zhan's tone was firm: "No need, uncle, I'm going to exchange this." ”

The middle-aged man glanced at Song Zhan, did not speak again, and after a pause in his hand, he handed the crystal to Song Zhan.

"Sign with battle spirit, you can't change it after you sign it, you have to think about it, after confirming the signature, I'll tell you the process."

Song Zhan took the crystal, a wisp of battle energy escaped from his fingertips, and he quickly wrote the three words "Mo Shengxuan".

The middle-aged man took back the crystal, looked at it carefully, and then turned his head to look at Song Zhan: "Since you have signed, I will tell you the process."

Wait a minute, you go directly to the Rejection Mountain Forging Room and measure your height and weight in detail, although the armor has a certain malleability, but it is necessary to measure it first.

After that, the materials will be fetched directly from the Imperial Arsenal by our Mountain Rejection Army, and will be forged for you by the Master Foundry in the Mountain Rejection Army.

The Warframe is mainly divided into eight parts, and it takes about twenty days.

After that, pay attention to the message from our mountain army, and when the armor is almost ready, we will notify you, and you must rush over as soon as possible.

Do you understand everything? ”

After Song Zhan wrote them down one by one, he nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Well, let's go, then."

Song Zhan gave an imperial military salute and turned around and hurried towards the forging room.

On the way, Song Zhan was a little uncomfortable, but he didn't expect that it would take twenty days to cast.

Twenty days later, I'm afraid the top group of people will be level 20.

Will the Warframe still have the effect it should have?

So is it too late to go back?

It's too late!

Song Zhan had already seen the three straight military masters standing at the door of the forging room.

"Ha, it's you kid!"

A slightly surprised voice came from the mouth of the master craftsman on the left.

Song Zhan also greeted with a smile: "Master Lu, long time no see." ”

The master who opened his mouth was Master Lu, who had often helped Song Zhan repair weapons and equipment before.

"Lao Lu, do you know each other?"

In the middle, a middle-aged man about fifty years old, with a beard and a loud voice.

"Haha, the 10,000-year-old drunk we drank last time was given by this kid."

"It turned out to be you kid," Master Lu explained, and the other two masters understood.

"I've heard Lao Lu say that you are an excellent descendant before, but I didn't expect to be so good." The big man on the right side said with a hearty smile.

"The three masters are polite, and the battle armor has to ask the three," Song Zhan replied respectfully.

"Yes, yes, how can you just stand, come in, the last time I built this armor was more than ten years ago."

Under the guidance of three enthusiastic masters, Song Zhan quickly tested all the data.

"Tsk, your kid's body proportions are really good, you are really a natural warrior."

Looking at Song Zhan's body data, the three masters were very satisfied.

"Okay, little brother, you can get busy, someone will contact you when the armor is almost ready."

Master Lu waved at Song Zhan, they couldn't wait.

After all, this is the Empire's top-level growable armor, and it may not have a set of output in a year.

Song Zhan didn't say much, and after leaving a green jade gourd for each of the three of them, he withdrew from the forging room.

Coming out of the Refusal Mountain Army, Song Zhan put on a cloak, sat on the back of the red flame, and walked towards the Wangshan Tower.

He was going to go to the Feisha Camp and meet General Huang Yi again.

He is not very clear about the path after the immortal god of war, and hopes to get some useful information from General Huang Yi.

Before you go, you need to do a little bit of preparation.

For example, the last time the wind thunder tiger bone wine, ten thousand years drunk or something, prepare a few more bottles.

After the procurement was completed, Song Zhan rode the teleportation array and returned to his starting point, Huangshi Town.