"Good sword!" Seeing the effect of the sturdy Paladin's sword, the accompanying mage could not help but praise it, and the others followed suit.
They could clearly see that when the sword hit the stone, there was a slight flash of cold light on the blade, and then it directly cut in. This was neither a manifestation of pure hardness nor sharpness, nor was it sharp because it absorbed combat energy, but it seemed that the power of combat energy had been amplified.
Such a sword was the most suitable for a Saint Samurai, who was not very tall. It usually did not show off, but when it was really used, it was extremely powerful. It could be said to be perfect.
Of course, it was also extremely difficult to get such a sword. This kind of sword could effectively enhance combat energy, but usually did not seem particularly sharp. It needed very special materials, and even more, it needed quite a high level of skill. Generally speaking, only the children of those legendary powerhouses could be favored by their elders and get such a weapon.
Weapons like this had a very popular name, called "heirloom." It meant that it could be passed from father to son, and from son to grandson. It was not easy to attract thieves, and it could come in handy at critical moments.
And this Paladin had also made up his mind that if his child lived up to expectations, he would pass this sword to him in the future. If he did not live up to expectations, then this sword would be passed on to the rising star of the next generation of Paladins in the church. No matter what, in short, he would never let it be covered in dust, or sleep in the ground with him.
Such a good sword should shine in battle!
He smiled, lifted the sword embedded in the stone, carefully wiped it, and then pulled out the big sword that was originally in the scabbard on his back and put it in.
"It's a pity that my original one," he said with some regret. "It took me several years to build it. The blade was mixed with a little mithril. Not only is it tougher, but it can also be used as a shield against spells …"
The accompanying mage looked at it and said with a smile, "This mithril is mixed with a lot … If you don't mind it being destroyed, you might as well sell it to me."
Although he specialized in defensive spells, he also dabbled in alchemy and enchantment. Most mages who were willing to be hired by their lords would specialize in these things. After all, for the resident mages, alchemy and enchantment were the foundation of their lives. With this big sword in his hands, as long as he used some special techniques, he could completely refine it into a mithril ingot that contained some iron.
Although it contained iron, which reduced the purity of the mithril, for most weapons or armors, the mithril was originally mixed with steel, so it was not a problem. In fact, if he wanted to use it to make armors, he would have to mix more steel to make up for the weight.
The sturdy Saint Samurai was stunned. He looked at the sword in his hand that had just experienced a great battle and was slightly chipped. He thought carefully and then looked at his companions.
"Does any of you need it?"
"Come on, we don't need such a big sword," said another Saint Samurai with a smile.
"I plan to take advantage of this time to make some achievements in the cleaning of monsters. Maybe His Majesty will also give me a sword," said another Saint Samurai.
The other Saint Samurai also shook their heads. Seeing this, the sturdy Saint Samurai sighed, turned the long sword over, and handed the hilt forward to the accompanying mage.
"It seems that it's time to be eliminated."
The mage smiled and let his follower, a brawny man of few words, who was serious and honest, take it.
"Don't worry about the price, I won't let you down," he said. "In the future, if you have any rare spoils of war, you can also come to me. After this winter cleaning, I will live in Dahl for a long time. We will be neighbors then, and it's better to be closer. "
After saying this, he took the big sword with his follower and left, leaving behind only the thoughtful clergymen.
"Archbishop, what does he mean by this?" After a while, the youngest priest asked, "Why do I feel that he is deliberately trying to rope us in?"
"This feeling is correct. He is trying to rope us in." Kabala thought for a moment and said, "He probably feels that the support of the lord alone is not enough. He needs to be close to him, but at the same time, not very good relations with the lord, so that he can be more assured."
"Why is that? Isn't he on the lord's side? "
"Who knows? Everyone has their own ideas. " Kabala smiled and shook his head. "No matter what he thinks, in short, we just need to do our own things. We are clergymen, people who serve His Majesty. Although we can't completely ignore the various plots in the mortal world, we don't need to worry too much about it. "
The clergymen nodded and packed their things.
Today's battle had exhausted everyone, and a lot of their equipment was worn out. Their physical fatigue had been eliminated by the holy light after the sacrifice, but they still had to rely on themselves to maintain their equipment.
Kabala, on the other hand, did not have any equipment that needed maintenance. He stood next to the altar with his staff, gazing at the direction of the sweeping army tent. He silently pondered and frowned.
(It's just a Baron's territory, why is there so much trouble? What does this sorcerer mean? Why did the Baron find such a scheming person?)
As he thought about it, he felt a headache coming on.
(Alas! I'm a summoner, why am I sent to preside over a temple? I'm really not good at this! Your Majesty, oh, Your Majesty, what are you thinking? Why did you issue that oracle?)
Sui Xiong naturally knew that the oracle he issued had caused Kabala, who was a bit of a nerd, to complain incessantly, but he did not feel that he had done anything wrong. Kabala was very lucky. It was a waste of talent not to be sent out to do things, but to stay at home.
As for whether Kabala was happy or not, Sui Xiong did not care. Good iron needed to be tempered a hundred times to become steel, and a drum needed a heavy hammer. In the future, Kabala would understand Sui Xiong's painstaking efforts.
Right now, the most important thing was to study that strange Goblin Chief.
The sacrificial offering that Sui Xiong had collected was lying quietly in an open space in the Kingdom of God. Sui Xiong looked at it, raised his tentacle, and pointed at it. A ray of light fell, and the body of the Goblin Chief trembled violently. The flesh and blood that were missing quickly grew back, and the breath of life that had died also reappeared in its body.
After a while, it opened its eyes and looked blankly at the scene around it that it had never seen before.
A green round object with many branches floated over. It was unknown what it was, but it looked at it with a gaze that made it very uneasy.
"The resurrection is not bad. Fortunately, I just collected its soul," Sui Xiong said with satisfaction. Sui Xiong said with satisfaction, "The next step is to try to analyze this strange talent through experiments, and finally transform it into a magic."
This sentence determined the fate of the Goblin Chief for a period of time in the future. It would be a miserable period of darkness.
But … who asked it to be a completely evil creature? If it was just a little bit kinder, the situation would be completely different.
If it could know all this, it would probably sigh, "In my next life, I must be a good person!"
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