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Chapter 561 0409: Break the blade of the storm

Olgel has been silent all year round, only accompanied by thunder.

But it does influence Palotusby, the first enlightened wise men of the savage race, and even uses its initial sound to impress their own names.

Blacksmith Alcott.

Adventurer Altoni.

Trader Osujes.

……

As time went by, more and more strong men returned from the Silent Rift.

The legend of the dragon gradually faded.

People can't help but wonder, is there a huge monster behind those dazzling lightning?
【"Humans will always use their own means to prove the authenticity of legends."】

Pistonke's Imperial Morning Star, that is, the mysterious man traveling across the Usua continent, led the elite black cavalry through Thunder, found the storm dragon and successfully killed it.

It is said that there were still many Palotusbi forces present at the time, and even some adventurers also shared the benefits!

However, the number of survivors is also frighteningly small, and it is even more difficult to tell the truth from the rumors that have spread.

The death of the storm dragon led to an imbalance in the [Silent Rift], the stones bathed in thunder all year round disintegrated, and the terrifying power broke free from the shackles of the dragon and spread around.

The majestic Moni Snow Peak stopped Wei Li who was about to flee, so the storm entrenched around Laboao.

【"Thunder has become an afterimage of the old era, always hanging over La Boao's head."】

Ken was a little surprised, and at the same time more curious about the depth of the storm.

It is said that those monsters have absorbed the power of the giant dragon, and after years of breeding and mutation, they have also derived different races, following their respective powerful leaders to fight each other.

Frost Spirit left Moni Snow Peak, and the energy shaking around attracted the monster's attention.

So the fighting stopped in the depths where the storm couldn't reach, and it seemed that they had a new way to establish their position.

It's not that Frost Spirit is stronger than those guys, but no one has noticed the changes at the top of Shenfeng Peak before. Perhaps after Frengundo took the flame in the center of the earth, no monsters have paid attention to it...

Orger's remnants?
It is said that the blood of the giant dragon, countless monsters with the power of thunder flocked to it.

Looking at the mottled and changing windows, Ken began to have an idea in his mind.

Orc blacksmith Alcott was taking the tomahawk out of the furnace, but its owner was staring outside in a daze at this moment, and turned to him abruptly to ask him a question.

"The corpses of those monsters are all materials. How many people can Raboao handle them?"

The blacksmith stopped his work and began to think seriously.

The bottom of Moni Snow Peak was once full of workshops. Those crafts are now lost, and some have been brought to various underground areas of the city. Many traders who are engaged in foreign trade have the ability to deal with small objects.

"These weapons are powerful and I'm sure people out there will like them."

"You always like to dream, child. Maybe you have the ability to retrieve the blood of Frost Spirit, but it doesn't mean that other people have the same army and strength as you. To promote the collection of a material requires a reason and a market. "

A momentary joy flashed in Alcott's eyes. Obviously, he had thought about similar problems, but there was no result in the end.

Ken didn't rush to refute, but moved his gaze to the furnace.

The [Legendary]-level battle ax has been tempered to gray by cold fire, but the texture of the steel has been improved, and the blade has become sharper and more aggressive.

Ken felt as if he saw an old friend who was far away, and stretched out his hand to call it softly.

Alcott's intuition was also considered sharp, and he quickly dodged to the side, watching the sharp blade cut across his naked chest, leaving a clear gray-blue trail in the air.

Whoo-bang!

Ken reached out and caught the tomahawk.

He still has an [Accessories·Yunhui] on his wrist, and the pattern on the ring is flickering, as if he has sensed new energy.

The surroundings of Frost and Mist's weapon shook off, like an antique that had been hit.

The new look of the ax appeared in Ken's eyes. Upgrading the forging requires additional materials, but [Dawn and Twilight] can fine-tune the operator's feel.

Originally in the dungeon of the Dua tribe, Lowndes once snatched Ken's battle axe, but nearly injured himself.

Ken felt the familiar yet unfamiliar weight in his palm, and with a slight shake, he felt that a terrible magic was about to burst out, and the [Frost Whisperer] in his body would be hooked.

Alcott re-outlined the outlines of dawn and dusk, adding perhaps wildness while retaining the dwarf sense of ritual.

Its grip is leaner, and the blunt part that was originally used for resistance has become harder and sharper, like a simple battle spear, and the place used to increase the weight of the swing is infused with more frost spirit blood power.

Ken knew that it was not the same as the nearly "balanced" ax before.

He said: "You seem to be very familiar with the beast blood of Frengundur, and you have also forged my Dawn and Dusk into a special weapon against it."

Alcott exhaled twice hard, as if he had a furnace in his lungs.

Then he sat down on the wide stone stool with a sigh of relief, rubbing his steel boots and armored leather pants.

Alcott said with a vicissitudes of life:
"There are only a few people in Palotus who like forging. Don't you all know who's craftsmanship and abilities? Besides, when I was young, I also went to the Dewar tribe."

Ken put the cold weapon on his back button, then nodded and left the room.

Before he left, he told the old blacksmith that if he was not in a hurry to fall asleep, he could go to the nearby camp to meet his companions. Those young people from Norin Kingdom were very interesting.

High-ranking werewolf, Huey Luo Flamel.

It has sent its cronies to send some of the Frost Spirit's blood back to its homeland.

The other blood was kept on [Flamel]'s body to prevent accidents from other teams, and there was still room for recovery.

It didn't leave in a hurry, but stood guard outside the blacksmith shop.

As a high-ranking werewolf, its identity is actually quite special, but the fact that its race is desolate cannot be concealed, no matter how precious its blood is, it must use the most primitive way to deprive it of its own dignity.

Flamel couldn't figure out why he wanted to flatter a human being so much.

It looked at the starless night sky, enjoying the inner peace amidst the distant thunder, but repeatedly rejected the suggestion of its subordinates to leave, and always felt that it needed to see the young man again before leaving.

Flamel opened his ice-blue eyes, staring at the light and shadow cut by the mountain in front of the blacksmith shop.

It saw Ken stepping out, with a very dangerous weapon behind him, and realized that Alcott had once again shown great skill.

Flammel disappeared in place, and appeared just right in front of the stone arch that Ken was about to pass through.

"You're going out into town, aren't you?" it asked.

Ken nodded politely in response, not surprised by the appearance of the high-ranking werewolf.

(End of this chapter)