Early the next morning, before it was time to leave, Prince Marcus and his entourage had already appeared in front of Qi Lang's tent. He came to fulfill his promise, and specially came to give Qi Lang a sword.

It was a long silver sword, the blade of the sword was one meter long, the width of the sword was seven or eight centimeters, the hilt looked like an upside-down grass cicada, and the pair of wings that spread out behind it were just designed as gauntlets.

According to Marcus, the sword was inspired by him. One day when he was young, he sneaked in the middle of the night to pee in front of the red maple tree in the backyard of the palace, and sure enough, he saw a beautiful grass cicada, so the passion for all living things hidden in his heart was aroused, and he made a great wish to record all beautiful creatures in an encyclopedia. In order to commemorate that special moment, he hired the most famous forging master in the country, selected the best materials, and personally designed and supervised the work, which took up to half a year to create such a unique sword.

Marcus named it the Moon Cicada Sword, a name that was so loud and loud in his own words that he was so pleased that it was the first masterpiece of his life.

However, when Qi Lang took the Wushang Divine Product in his hand, he was immediately disappointed. It was too light, the total weight was probably less than three hundred grams, and although the hilt of the sword was extremely delicately carved, the protrusions of the claws were a little crusting, and if you held it in battle, it would not take long for it to be ground up with blood.

In contrast, he still preferred the Sword of Honor, although it looked extremely ordinary, it was extremely sharp and contained infinite power. That's the real holy thing, a weapon with a soul. And this Moon Cicada Sword, although it had nominally reached the quality of the ninth level, in Qi Lang's opinion, it was even worse than the broken Xiang Jin Sword.

Thinking back to the artifact that helped him cut off Vignesh's Red Dragon Greatsword, Qi Lang had been puzzled. It only appeared in his hands suddenly at that time, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye. The Dustless Old Man had hinted that Qi Lang had most likely found his own sword soul, did that mean that the Sword of Honor had become another partner in his destiny like Igroul, and if that was the case, then why did it disappear later?

This is indeed an incomprehensible problem, the time left by the dustless old man to Qi Lang at that time was too little, and the relevant content of the cultivator alone took up most of the time, so that the sword soul aspect was completely delayed. However, Qi Lang has now found hope in his heart, it has appeared once, and there is a good chance that it will appear a second time, and I believe that one day, the infinitely powerful holy sword will also find a place in his soul like Igru. I just hope that it and Iglu will be safe and sound, and that there will be no conflict because the living area is divided equally.

At about nine o'clock in the morning, the chariot finally left the town of Shachi, and took the southern route to Meesburg, where he stayed for a brief two days before turning west and heading straight for the Surir volcano.

The Suril Volcano was actually quite familiar to Qi Lang, as he had been sent there three times during his years in the slave camp to collect spirit stones. However, at that time, his scope of action was concentrated in the vicinity of the crater, and for other scenic spots, he could not walk leisurely around a few laps like those people who came and went to dignitaries. And the foothold that Marcus finally chose, Qi Lang only glanced at it from a distance, and did not have a deeper understanding of the peculiarities here.

"You really haven't heard of Lake Narone?" Marcus exclaimed in pity when he found out that Qi Lang was so short-sighted, "You really should read more books, Sergeant Qi Lang, even the best warrior should have more common sense." Lake Narong is the second largest unsolved mystery of our Luman Empire. It's the hardest lake in the world -- hard water, you know, it's a lot of mess that melts in the water, and it's not as hard as it seems, it's a metaphor. ”

"I have written down your parable, Your Highness the Prince. After a period of contact, Qi Lang has learned a little about Marcus's knowledge. Although he always believed that most of the prince's concerns were trivial matters, in order to show respect, Qi Lang had to be patient and show as much studious attitude as possible. So he pretended to be very interested in asking his own question: "His Royal Highness the Prince's visit to this beautiful lake must indicate that there is some kind of beautiful creature here, right?"

"Flamingos. Marcus smiled mysteriously, "You guessed it, it seems that you are quite a manufactur. It was a big bird with red feathers, and they were very beautiful, especially when you suddenly rushed in front of them, they would run in a panic, and they would wave their wings vigorously, and just like that, little by little, in flocks into the air. You can't imagine how spectacular it was if you didn't see it with your own eyes. ”

"Oh, yes. Qi Lang responded, but he thought to himself, hoping that the big red birds would be prepared early, because maybe this excited visitor would feed them some kind of pills.

At this moment, Felix's voice came from the door of the tall tent: "Your Royal Highness, we are ready, all the idle tourists within thirty kilometers of the surrounding area have been expelled, and now you can see Lake Nalong for yourself." ”

Qi Lang noticed that Felix's voice was a little tight, he had been in this state for several days, and it seemed that the position of captain of the escort team had put a lot of pressure on him, so much so that it affected his health.

The prince had apparently noticed this, and he would frown whenever Felix came forward to report, and even occasionally forced him to clear his throat before speaking.

However, this time Marcus ignored the dry voice, and did not show the slightest disgust, but jumped up from the mahogany chair at once, and waved his hand to Qi Lang impatiently: "Let's go, the time to open your eyes has come, you must not want to be left behind." ”

Located at the southern foot of the Suril volcano, Lake Narong is surrounded by steep mountains that resemble a steaming bowl suspended in the air. Although the Surril volcano erupts violently every one or two years, the hot magma can only sweep away all the vegetation on the western slopes because of the fragile rock formations on the west side of the crater, and the monsoon in the southeast here is constant all year round, and even the volcanic ash rarely affects the environment here.

Despite this, Lake Narong is still a forbidden place for many creatures, because the temperature of the lake water is as high as 50 degrees Celsius even in winter due to the high temperature of the meltstone under the volcano, and at the same time, the excessive evaporation makes the lake water extremely hard, and the alkaline-rich air is less resistant to birds and beasts, and it is tantamount to gas poison gas. Walking on the shore of the lake, you can see the corpses of birds and beasts everywhere, especially those small animals that accidentally planted themselves in the lake, and under the action of carbonate, they have become gypsum-like monsters.

Following behind Prince Marcus, Qi Lang carefully looked at the barren land in front of him, and could not believe that this was another holy miracle of the Luman Empire - the scorching plaster, the choking air, and the dark clouds blackened by volcanic ash overhead...... What is wrong with the eyes of the rich? Why don't they admire the thick trees on the edge of the town, giving this haunted place its magical name?

"Big bird, big bird...... "Marcus cried out as if no one was around, "where are you?

The flamingos did not run extremely fast, as the prince described, and flew into the air in flocks. They probably don't exist at all, do they?

There was a look of disappointment evident on Marcus's chubby face. And Qi Lang also noticed that the ironclad guards who were guarding around him were even secretly laughing. They must have followed Marcus for a while, and they should have known him for this kind of naivety, but if they dared to show disrespect at this time, weren't they afraid that His Royal Highness the Prince would be angry and kick them into the boiling water of the lake one by one?

But Marcus was unaware of it, and still spread his arms by the lake, like a slave who had just been freed, and ran freely, breathing the air of freedom with great joy.

Felix was followed by about thirty guards, who were in charge of close guards, and were obviously more professional, at least in terms of discipline, and obviously superior to those of the ironclad warriors. They were all strong and strong, and their facial expressions were serious and serious, although in Qi Lang's opinion, they were a little too unrestrained, but that was the attitude that a real soldier should have.

However, for those people, there was one thing that Qi Lang was very puzzled about - Qi Lang couldn't perceive their combat level, no matter how close they were, no matter how hard Qi Lang tried, there seemed to be a complete vacuum in their bodies, and the spiritual power with a sense of radiation was actually missing!

As a soldier, they shouldn't deliberately hide their strength when they are among their peers. Just like Felix, he fills his body with spiritual power almost all the time, although in this escort team of countless martial artists, his mid-level warrior ability will not win the same respect as his position, but he is like a naïve child who has just picked up a treasure, showing off to his companions.

Felix's performance was normal, but the performance of the other people seemed to be something not quite right-could it be that their combat level had reached a terrifying level, for fear that they would exude the spiritual power in their bodies and harm the people around them?

"I'm glad you've become so vigilant. At this moment, Igru reminded Qi Lang in his mind, "I have a feeling that there is a high chance of an accident on the edge of this strange lake. ”