Vol 6 Chapter 9

"What is this?" The little boy flipped the contents of his hands over and over again, and looked up again to see that it was a white metal cylinder with a beautiful pattern etched on the surface. "This is a knight's shin, armor on the feet." Big man Take it, remove it from his hand, and put a high helmet over the latter's head.

The latter immediately felt dark before his eyes, and hurried to support the heavy helmet with his hands, but did not prevent him from struggling lightly on a nearby scorched wooden post, which immediately caused a kind of low laughter.

The girl with thick eyebrows couldn't help but glared at everyone, and then glared at the big man, glaring at the latter. She stepped forward in three steps and two steps, took off the helmet, and the little boy, who was dizzy and turned, saw the light again and stood firm.

But after shaking his head hard, he looked pitifully at the high helmet in the girl's hand.

Seeing this scene, the big man couldn't help laughing.

The girl with thick eyebrows gave the little boy a angry look and said, "Here you are." Then he dropped the helmet and the helmet, which almost did not throw a back and forth to secure the helmet, and held the thing carefully as if it were a treasure Looking at her.

"I haven't learned well since I was young." The girl with thick eyebrows resentfully hated her, causing everyone to laugh again.

Hipamila watched this scene with interest. Her detached attitude kept her as a natural leader among the crowd, but everyone took it for granted, as if a priest was not so contrary to the aristocracy. The same.

And someone explained to her from the side: "Master, Paluk, his father is a fallen knight, and the assets in his home are not enough to allow him to go down this road, so he was sent to Lusta as an apprentice. . "

"If enough money is made within two generations. This title can be inherited, so how can it be a noble anyway." Another person said.

Hipamila then realized why the big man was quite prestigious among the crowd. She nodded thoughtfully, but in the eyes of the crowd, she became an endorsement of their words, and she could not help being more respectful for a while.

At this time the big man in the crowd patted the little boy's head. Praise: "It's a good knight embryo. When I develop later, you come to serve me."

The little boy seemed to understand, he just held his ‘baby’ tightly and made people laugh again.

But the girl with a thick eyebrow looked unhappy: "What's so great about a rotten knight, you'll be an apprentice to my dad. My dad will naturally take care of your business after you have finished your studies."

"Yeah, we'll have to call you Mr. Lupac when we marry Miss Adege," the others coaxed.

"Oh!" The girl with thick eyebrows blushed and raised her eyebrows.

The big man just shook his head with a smile.

The crowd was joking, but their hands were not slow, and they each picked up a self-defense weapon from the rubble. Even the girl with thick eyebrows pulled down a crossbow from the scorched wall and was slightly anxious. But the strings were intact, and then a palm-sized dagger was pulled from the gravel to the waist.

The big men also instructed them to find a few sets of cotton armor from the unburned armor racks. For untrained people, this is probably the only armor they can cope with, but it is still cumbersome to wear. Fortunately, even though the big man is in the middle of his family, he has also received a full set of knight education. Not only is he experienced, he is also theoretically sufficient.

He himself put on a chain and a breastplate. It took a lot of effort to point others to help him put it on, put on a light helmet, and tie a **** his chin. A double-sided sword was drawn from the scorched wooden barrel. The sword was perfectly quenched, exuding a layer of faint blue light, and the big man played the edge of the blade very professionally, with a crisp sound.

"It's worthy of being an imperial capital. You can't find such a beautiful sword in the best smithy in Rosic countryside."

He said as he carried his sword. He was a young walking knight or at least a knight's attendant.

Hipamila tilted her head to look at those armors that were too thin and too light, which is her evaluation. She wondered how such a light armor could be competent? The Dragon Knights of the Earth Temple are fully armed with at least half a ton excluding mounts, and even the Foot Knights only reduce the weight of the half-body armor. But the upper body armor is not much different from the Dragon Knight.

In her mind, the lord's charge for the caveman is in line with her aesthetics. Of course, the weight of the armor used for sprint attacks is naturally more convenient than the knight-type armor.

However, she didn't say it, knowing that it was a matter of politeness, and everyone thought that the Lord Priest would look down on these things, of course, although they did look down.

They came here through two streets all the way. Fortunately, they didn't meet half of the Secretists along the way. The earlier wolves seemed to be scattered into the city. However, no one can guarantee that there will be such good luck in the future, and the big man happens to know that there is such a weapon workshop nearby. In addition, the elderly need to stop and rest at any time, so they propose to come here for a rest and stop by. Point your defense weapon.

Hipamila felt faintly as she passed through this area. Naturally, there was some induction between the travelling mage and the destiny card. She listened to the other party and naturally agreed.

Their luck was really good. It was only half burned when they arrived at the weapon workshop. The people in the shop had already run out of light. After the people pushed down the wall to extinguish the fire, they actually found a lot of good things in the house and under the ruins.

The crowd was very interested, and the activity of "dividing the spoils" was popular there. Although these sword armors are now buried under the rubble and abandoned, they are worth a lot of money on weekdays. So they wore helmets crookedly, holding all kinds of weapons in an assortment, which looked ridiculous, but full of interest.

Hipamila did not urge, she came to the other side of the weapon workshop alone, silently uttered words in her mouth, reached for a finger between the bricks and stones, a faint light blue light spread out from her fingertips, Submerged into the ruins.

The girl with thick eyebrows who followed her all the way looked at the scene with great admiration, and carefully asked, "What is this, Master?"

"My name is Hipamila. This is a spell," Hipamila answered seriously.

"A spell." The girl with thick eyebrows muttered, thinking to her, this is a spell, this is the second time the priest has shown a miracle. The other party does not look to himself like a parish priest. The magic broom is treasured.

She did not know that the priests of the parish had limited abilities. And their work is often heavy, and every holy spell must be considered before it can be used to ensure that they are used properly.

Hipamila went on to explain: "This spell guarantees that we will see the magic ripple hidden."

The latter listened like a cloud and nodded, seeming to understand that the Lord Priest was really approachable. If the priest of the parish disdains to explain to civilians.

quickly. Hipamila saw ripples under the masonry, large and small, fine and dense. She turned a blind eye to the others, only reaching for one of them. With a bang, something rose from under the rubble.

The girl with thick eyebrows was startled. Without Hipamila, she also knew that it must be another spell. As for the specific spell, she didn't need to understand it, but she saw that rising from under the masonry A pair of silver-white armor.

The armor is made of light and thin metal, stacked on top of each other. Stringed again, the surface is coated with a layer of silver-white metal, etched with beautiful dense patterns. At each fingernail there is a finely carved silver sheep's head, and a magnificent and fine ruby ​​is inlaid on the head of the sheep, which emits a soft light under the fire, and it is extremely beautiful.

"Ah." The girl with thick eyebrows couldn't help exclaiming.

The armour floated towards Hipamila, and the priestess reached out to catch it, but did not care about the armour itself. Instead, stick out your fingers and stick it on the inside, and the leather inner pad really has another layer. She rubbed lightly and a golden card slipped out of it.

She hadn't had time to look at the card face. The card glowed a golden light, and when she took it to her hand, she found that the face had completely changed.

First of all, the gold-level cards were turned into silver. A nun was holding a holy grail, singing aloud, surrounded by ghosts, but not evil. On the board:

Anthem of Ironhide

Belief iv

Light 5, ground 5

【Enchantment]

Pay mana and choose a target to gain immunity 3. (Immune to 3 or less damage, or defense increased by 30%)

Sustained, the Ironsong Hymn will be permanent, but every time it is maintained to the next stage, it will need to repay mana.

‘Will is like iron, heart is better than gold’

Hipamila ’s forefinger just touched the slightly cold card surface, and a voice came from her heart: "Well, Hipamila?"

"Lord Lord!" Miss Shenguan was so happy that she couldn't even care about the destiny card. She replied, "Lord Lord, I'm here."

"What's wrong with you, how can I suddenly contact you?" Brando's voice was a little confused.

"I see. Maybe it's because I just assimilated a card, and the ability of the Travelling Mage was automatically strengthened." Hipmela answered with a little thought.

"Assimilated cards?"

Hipamila concentrated her mind, and a card and a pair of armour emerged in her mind.

Brando was in the ruins of the Cat and Beard Inn, but could not find any useful clues. There was still a breath of Gaia blood between the remnants. In addition, it was the ecclesiastical hordes that were horizontal Dead body.

Angel Angela was suspended in mid-air. At this moment, her body size had shrunk to the size of ordinary people, but she still did not smile and looked like a stranger.

This is demigod.

Compared with the golden people that Brando has seen, there is a little sacredness, but a lot of humanity. It always makes him think of something like the giant **** Milos, as if it is a pure war machine.

At this time when Hipamila concentrated, he suddenly saw what the latter saw. "Huh?" He snorted softly, but the first thing he noticed was the armour. There was no way it was like the player's instinct. A light blue box had been unconsciously popped on his retina.

"This is the fist of fake Tyranjos?"

"What is the fist of Terraros, Lord Lord?"

"The fist of Terraros is part of the armor of the strongest knight under Faenzan. In addition to its own attributes ... excellent protection, it has a powerful blessing stored in each head of the sheep's head on the nail, a total of eight, From left to right are the seal of Chongde, the sword of Xu Shan, the shield of sacredness, the heart of no fear, the crown of brilliance, the place of martyrdom, the words of humility, and the spirit of selflessness, corresponding to the knight virtue, eight blessing It can take the wearer's strength to the next level. "

"Ah?" Hipamila didn't even care about the fluttering armour at all, and was startled at this time: "So powerful?"

"Of course, this one you have should be a fake of the Dwarven Master. Although the workmanship is not inferior to the original, the blessing in the sheep's head can only be used once a day, unlike the original, which is continuous."

Brando glanced at the data on the light blue menu. The attributes of the fake Fist of Terraros were slightly worse than the original, but at least it was also the work of a master of dwarves. The original version always adhered to the magic equipment of the War of the Saints. Features, only a single attribute is added, with 74 points of strength, the counterfeit uses the new technology after the first era, with 44 points of strength, 15 points of physical fitness, in fact, also reached the threshold of ancient items.

This is a rare fake that differs from the original.

"Master, your equipment?" Hipamila wanted to say that in the last battle, his equipment was broken.

But Brando shook his head and interrupted her: "This thing is more useful to you and not much to me. It is one of the most suitable equipment to match the mountain range. Unfortunately, if it is the original version, this thing You can make your fighting power better than me now. "

He said that he shook his head with some disbelief. After the Battle of the Holy One, the fist of Terrajos disappeared with the death of the knight Terrajos, along with his famous set. Knight armor, the hub of the end.

This thing has not been turned out by the player in the Amber Sword. According to everyone's guess, it should be the version that has not yet been released.

Brando then looked at the destiny card. Compared to him, he was not so strange about this destiny card. Since becoming a true mage, he understands that since the battle of the saints the real mage has been Vond is almost nil, but there are many apprentices with a card or two like Gijonde who have the potential to become journeymen.

... (to be continued)