"What's this?" The little boy turned the thing in his hand over and over again, and then raised it up to take a closer look. It was a white metal cylinder with exquisite patterns engraved on its surface. "This is a knight's shin armor, the armor for his feet." The big man took the object from the boy's hand and placed a high helmet on the latter's head.
The latter immediately felt darkness in front of his eyes. He hurriedly tried to lift the heavy helmet, but he accidentally knocked his head on a nearby charred wooden pillar, causing a burst of friendly laughter.
The girl with the thick eyebrows couldn't help but roll her eyes at the crowd. She then glared at the big man, causing him to feel guilty. She hurried forward and took off the helmet, and the little boy, who was dizzy and disoriented, regained his sight and found his footing.
However, after shaking his head vigorously, he looked at the helmet in the girl's hand with a pitiful expression.
Seeing this, the big man couldn't help but laugh.
The girl with the thick eyebrows glared at the boy. "Here you go." She then threw the helmet over to him. The latter almost fell to the ground before he caught the helmet. He hugged the helmet like it was a treasure and looked at her cautiously.
"He's been a bad boy since he was young." The girl with the thick eyebrows cursed in her heart, causing a burst of cheerful laughter.
Hipamira looked at the scene with great interest. Her aloof attitude made her a natural leader among the crowd, but the crowd took it for granted. It was as if a Priestess would not be a noble if she didn't act this way.
Someone explained to her, "Priestess, Paluk's father is a declining Knight. The family's wealth is not enough for him to continue on this path, so he was sent to Rushta to be an apprentice."
"If he earns enough money in two generations, this title can be inherited. After all, he is still a noble." Another person added.
Only then did Hipamila understand why the big guy had such prestige among the crowd. She nodded thoughtfully, and in the eyes of the crowd, it was an acknowledgement of their words. For a moment, their attitude couldn't help but become even more respectful.
At this time, the big man patted the boy's head and praised, "You're a good Knight. When I'm rich, you can be my attendant."
The boy seemed to understand, but he still hugged his' treasure 'tightly, causing the crowd to laugh again.
However, the girl with thick eyebrows did not look happy. "What's so great about being a lousy knight? You should just be my father's apprentice. When you've finished your studies, my father will naturally let you take care of the business."
"Yes, when you marry Miss Adega, we'll have to call you Mr. Lupak." The others coaxed.
"Bah!" The girl with the thick eyebrows raised, blushing..
The big man just smiled and shook his head..
Everyone was joking, but their hands were not slow. They each picked up a defensive weapon from the ruins. Even the girl with the thick eyebrows pulled a crossbow from the scorched wall. The bow was a little burnt, but the string was intact. She then dug out a palm-sized dagger from the rubble and pinned it to her waist.
The big man also instructed them to find a few sets of cotton-padded armor from the unburned armor rack. For untrained people, this was probably the only armor they could handle, but it was still cumbersome to wear. Fortunately, although the big man's family had declined, he had received a full set of Knight education. Although he was not experienced, he was at least well-versed in the theory.
He himself put on a chainmail and a breastplate. It took him a lot of effort to instruct the others to help him put them on. He also put on a light helmet, tied a belt around his chin, and pulled out a double-edged sword from the charred barrel. The sword was perfectly quenched, and its surface emitted a faint blue light. The big man very professionally flicked the edge of the blade, and a crisp sound was heard.
"As expected of the Imperial Capital. You won't find such a beautiful sword even in the best blacksmith shop in the countryside of Rossik."
As he spoke, he carried the sword. He looked like a young Knight on foot, or at least a Knight's squire.
Hipamira tilted her head and looked at the armor. Too thin, too light. That was her evaluation. How could such light armor do the job? The Dragon Knight of the Temple of the Earth weighed at least half a ton when fully armed. Not including the mount, even a Knight on foot could only reduce the weight of the armor on the upper half of his body. The armor on the upper half of his body was not much different from that of a Dragon Knight.
In her mind, the assault armor that Rhode designed for the Subterrane Dwellers was the most aesthetically pleasing. Of course, the weight of the armor used for charging and ambushing was naturally lighter than that of the standard armor used by the Knights.
However, she did not say it out loud. She knew that it was a matter of courtesy. Everyone thought that the High Priestess looked down on these things. Of course, she did look down on them.
They passed through two streets before arriving at this place. They were lucky that they did not meet a single Secret Society member along the way. Earlier, the wolves seemed to have scattered into the city, so the journey could be considered more daunting than dangerous. However, no one dared to guarantee that they would be so lucky in the future. The big guy happened to know that there was a weapon workshop nearby. Plus, the old man's legs were weak and he needed to rest at any time. That was why he suggested that they come here to take a break and look for some weapons for self-defense.
Hipamira felt something when she passed by this area. Planeswalkers and Cards of Fate could sense each other, so when she heard the big guy's suggestion, she naturally agreed.
Their luck was indeed good. When they arrived at the weapon workshop, it was only half burned down. The people in the shop had long run away. After they knocked down the wall to extinguish the fire, they actually found many good things in the shop and under the ruins.
Everyone was in high spirits. Activities like "dividing the loot" were very popular. Although these weapons and armor were now buried under the ruins and abandoned like worn-out shoes, they were still worth a lot of money in normal times. Thus, they wore their helmets crookedly and held all kinds of weapons in their hands. It was a comical sight, but they were in high spirits.
Hipamila didn't urge him. She went to the other side of the weapons workshop and muttered a few words. She stretched out her hand and pointed between the bricks. An imperceptible light blue light spread out from her fingertips and disappeared into the ruins.
The girl with the thick eyebrows who had followed her all the way here looked at this scene with great admiration. She asked carefully, "What is this, High Priestess?"
"My name is Hipamira. This is a spell," Hipamira answered seriously.
"A spell." The girl with the thick eyebrows murmured. She thought to herself that this was a spell. This was the second time the priest had performed a miracle. He didn't seem to be like the priest of the parish who treasured his own spells.
She did not know that the abilities of the priests of the parish were limited, and their work was often heavy. Every holy spell had to be carefully considered before they could be used to ensure that it was used in the right place.
Hipamira continued to explain, "This spell can ensure that we can see the hidden magic waves."
The girl listened as if she had fallen into a fog. She nodded as if she understood, but in her heart, she thought that the High Priestess was very approachable. If it were the priests of the parish, they would not even bother to explain to the commoners.
Soon, Hipamira saw circles of ripples seeping out from under the bricks. Some were big, some were small, some were thin, and some were dense. She ignored the others and only reached out to grab one of them. With a crash, something rose from under the ruins.
The girl with the thick eyebrows was shocked. She knew that this must be another spell even without Hipamira's explanation. As for what kind of spell it was, she did not need to know. But she saw a pair of silver-white gauntlets rising from under the bricks.
The gauntlets were made of light and thin metal. They were stacked on top of each other and strung together. The surface of the gauntlets was coated with a layer of silver-white metal. The surface of the gauntlets was engraved with dense and beautiful patterns. There was a finely carved silver sheep's head on each nail. On each sheep's head, there was a magnificent and fine ruby inlaid. It emitted a soft glow under the firelight.
"Ah." The girl with the thick eyebrows could not help but exclaim.
The gauntlet floated towards Hipamira. The High Priestess reached out and caught it. She did not care about the gauntlet itself. Instead, she put her finger on the inside of the gauntlet. There was indeed another layer of leather inside the gauntlet. She gently rubbed it, and a golden card slid out from it.
Before she had time to look at the face of the card, the card bloomed with a golden light. When she held it in her hand, she found that the card had completely changed.
First of all, the gold card had turned into silver. There was a picture of a nun holding a holy grail and chanting loudly. Ghosts surrounded her, but no evil could invade her. The words on the card read:
Iron Hymn
Faith IV
Light 5, Earth 5
[Enchantment]
Pay X MP and choose X targets to gain immunity 3. (Immunity to damage 3 or below, or increase defense by 30%)
To maintain, the Iron Hymn will exist forever. But every time to maintain it to the next level, you will need to pay MP again.
'Will like iron, heart stronger than gold —'
Just as Hipamira's index finger touched the slightly cold surface of the card, she heard a voice in her heart. "Eh, Hipamira?"
"My lord!" The High Priestess was delighted. She did not even care about the Card of Fate and calmed herself down. "My lord, I'm here."
"What's wrong? Why can I contact you all of a sudden?" Brando's voice was a little puzzled.
"I understand. Maybe it's because I've just assimilated a card, so my Planeswalker ability was automatically strengthened." Hipamira thought for a moment before answering.
"Assimilated a card?"
Hipamira focused her mind. The card and the gauntlet appeared in her mind.
Brando was in the ruins of the Cat and Beard Inn, but he could not find any useful clues. There was still a trace of Gaia's blood left in the ruins. Other than that, there were also the corpses of the Secret Society's followers that were scattered everywhere.
The angel Eroma was floating in the air. Her body had shrunk to the size of an ordinary person, but she was still serious and unapproachable.
She was a demigod.
Compared to the Golden Folk that Brando had seen, she was more sacred but less human. She reminded him of something like Milos, the God of Giants, as if she was a pure war machine.
At this moment, when Hipamira focused, he suddenly saw what the latter saw. "Eh?" He exclaimed softly. The first thing he noticed was the gauntlet. It could not be helped. It was like a player's instinct. A pale blue frame had subconsciously popped up on his retina.
"Is this a fake Fist of Terraos?"
"What's the Fist of Terraos, my lord?"
"The Fist of Terraos is part of the armor of Fanzin's strongest Knight. In addition to its own attributes … excellent defense, each of the sheep's heads on the nail stores a powerful blessing. There are a total of eight. From left to right, they are the Seal of Virtue, the Sword of Benevolence, the Shield of Praise, the Fearless Heart, the Crown of Glory, the Place of Martyrdom, the Words of Respect, and the Spirit of Selflessness. Corresponding to the eight virtues of the Knight, the eight blessings can raise the strength of the wearer to a level."
"Huh?" Hipamira did not care about the light gauntlet at first, but this time, she was shocked. "So powerful?"
"Of course, the one in your hand should be a fake made by a dwarf master. Although the workmanship is not inferior to the original, the blessings in the sheep's head can only be used once a day. It is not like the original, which is continuously effective."
Brando glanced at the data on the pale blue menu. The attributes of the fake Fist of Terraos were slightly worse than the original, but at least it was the work of a dwarf master. The original inherited the consistent characteristics of the magic equipment in the era of the War of the Holy Saints, which only added a single attribute, giving it 74 points of strength. The fake used the new technology after the first era, giving it 44 points of strength and 15 points of vitality. In fact, it was also enough to reach the threshold of an ancient item.
This was a rare fake that was almost the same as the original.
"My lord, your equipment —" Hipamira wanted to say that in the last battle, his equipment was broken into pieces.
But Brando shook his head and interrupted her. "This thing is more useful to you, but not to me. It is one of the most suitable equipment to work with the will of the mountains. Unfortunately, if it was the original, this thing could make your combat power surpass mine."
He shook his head in disbelief. The Fist of Terraos disappeared after the War of the Holy Saints with the death of the Knight Terraos, along with his famous Knight's Armor, Finality Hub.
This thing had not been found by players in The Amber Sword, and according to everyone's guess, this thing should not be found in the new version yet.
Brando looked at the Card of Fate. In comparison, he was not that surprised by this card. Since he became a real Planeswalker, he understood that after the War of the Holy Saints, there were almost no real Planeswalkers in Wohnde. However, there were many apprentices like Gerald who had one or two cards and had the potential to become Planeswalkers.
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