The Red Age of Sword and Magic

Chapter 449 Black Lancer

Unlike Marshal McMahon's sickly look, Biddenfeldt, although equally old, was still alive and well.

As a dark knight of the demon clan, he is not as particular about retiring from the world as a paladin, and leads a relatively simple life. His marshal's mansion is much more luxurious than McMahon's secluded hometown, the small castle.

When Randy came to visit, he sent out a meeting gift of [-] gold coins. He was worried that people would not accept it, but the housekeeper of the Marshal's Mansion took it away with a wave of his hand.

I also feel that for a person as big as Randy to visit the holy class, there are not many followers to follow him, which is too shameless.

The first time he met Biedenfeld in private, Randy's impression of the dark knight changed greatly.

The old man is hale and hearty, his voice is like a bell, and he looks like a fierce general with great ambitions. He is not at all sinister and cunning like a practitioner of the "dark system" in the legend.

"You came to visit me, a bad old man, maybe it's just a waste of your money. I have a hot temper, and I have offended people all my life. Few of the demons like me.

Whatever you ask me to do, even if I help you out of the face of your gift, I'm afraid I may not be able to do it. "

The old man is always very old, and he doesn't look bad at all.Although he was an enemy before, this kind of straight-forward warrior temper is very much to Randy's liking.

"I'm not looking for you for business or something, it's your achievements in dark magic that can help me."

"Then there's no problem. I'm already retired, so my skills are useless. I can exchange [-] gold coins for my children and grandchildren. Not bad."

People in the dark department are very straightforward when talking about money, and Randy took out the Ashbringer without any hassle.

"Huh? You robbed that bad old man McMahon? Hahaha, I despise the hypocrisy of those paladins and priests of light the most. Good robbery."

Randy smiled wryly, did the old man regard himself as a thief?
"Well, this sword is for me to destroy the Lich King, and I got a dark-type god-level crystal to be inlaid on it.

But someone needs to infuse the magic power of the dark department—"

"It turns out that you just lack a magic power storehouse, and this matter is easy to handle. But since you have a good relationship with Xiaoman, why are you looking for me?"

"Xiaoman, a druid, can't help."

"So you don't know—"

Bidenfeldt looked around, and after Xiaoman had introduced them, he had already dragged Ke Ke out.

Suddenly, with a sly look on his face, "Yes, yes, I am the only dark-type holy class, and no one else can do this.

Did you bring the crystal?I can do it now.Hehe, as far as I know, the person holding Frostmourne is a demon.

I'm embarrassed to take action to clean it up, but the Lich King, an enemy of mankind, can't be let go. If I can help you strengthen your weapons, I've done my best. "

The old man obviously knew something, but he refused to say it.

Anyway, in Jade Dragon Snow Mountain at that time, except for himself and Xiaoman, there were demons present, and it was undoubtedly the demons who picked up Frostmourne.

"I didn't expect you to be so happy. I plan to visit you again tomorrow with a full set of equipment."

"Don't bother, where is the crystal? I'll go with you."

The old man spoke quickly and made quick decisions, a bit like when he commanded the "Black Lancers" in battle.

He didn't invite Randy to dinner either. Ten minutes later, the old man followed Randy to Ms. Meng's laboratory in Longgang.

It was almost evening at Longgang, and two days had passed since Meng Wanqing took the crystal away.

Ms. Meng promised to finish it in three days, and she already had a little extra, but she worked overtime in the past two days, and the difference was not too much.

Biedenfeld sat in the lounge next to him, drank two cups of black tea, and bragged with Randy for more than an hour.

The heroic deeds of the invincible Black Lancers who led the men back then and fought in Europe and the west have not been told halfway, and Miss Meng is ready here.

The Ashbringer is fixed on the operating table by a clamp. The black crystal has been polished and embedded in the groove of the Ashbringer, but it is only placed there.

Dense mithril wires were temporarily welded to the surface of the crystal and connected to a huge crystal ball.

Bidenfeldt, the human-shaped magic power library, only needs to vigorously input magic power into the crystal ball to complete the smelting and adjustment of god-level crystals.

The reason why the holy level is used is not because of the high energy of the holy level, but because of the high quality.

Otherwise, if ten or twenty master-level dark knights are invited to act together, the amount of magic power is sufficient, and it is much easier than inviting a holy level.

However, this thing requires an instantaneous high-intensity magic impact, and the number of light piles is not enough.

The old man took a deep breath, a black light flashed on his body, he let out a loud shout, put his hands on the crystal ball, and surging magic power rushed out.

The mithril thread that almost reached the superconducting magic power lit up, and the super magic power hit the black crystal, and the magic power inside the black crystal rolled and changed color constantly.

Miss Meng stared at the magic strength testing device next to her, and frowned slightly, "It's okay, but it can't achieve the best effect, and the peak value is still close."

Bidenfeld laughed suddenly, "Du'er, come and help!"

Xiaoman and Keke were watching the fun, Duer on Xiaoman's shoulder suddenly jumped up when he heard Bidenfeldt's playmate calling him.

The two small front paws touched the crystal ball, and a demigod-level power suddenly exuded from his body, and an extremely powerful dark force rushed into the crystal ball.

The concentration of magic power in the crystal ball suddenly gathered to a level close to the essence, and the detection instrument next to it made a "didi" sound, indicating that it exceeded the measurement range.

The light emitted by the Mithril connection made people unable to look directly at it. The black light of the god-level black crystal was shining brightly. With a click, all the Mithril wires fell off automatically.

Miss Meng clasped her palms together, "It's done!"

Picking up the Ashbringer, the black crystal has been perfectly embedded in the groove, blending with the body of the sword.

Bidenfeld took a few steps back, swayed a few times, almost fell down, and his face turned pale.

Du'er was still alive and kicking, and jumped back onto Xiaoman's shoulder.

It can be seen that the old man is exhausted, and he looks like he is decades old all of a sudden, and he can't bear it.

Poured a cup of Baihua nectar to the old man, "It turns out that Du'er is a demigod monster of the dark department. We don't know about it, otherwise you wouldn't have to suffer from it all the time."

"Otherwise, as an old man, I would like to play with the little girl's pet?"

Xiaoman felt wronged, "You said earlier that you need the support of dark magic power.

Du'er was born in the age of dinosaurs.In that barbaric era, strength was the most important thing, and only powerful dark monsters could survive.

It's a pity that Du'er's talent is in finding people, not in fighting. Although she has magical powers, she can't help me fight. "

Picking up his wine glass, Bidenfeld laughed loudly, "If I don't come, I won't be ashamed to accept Randy's money.

Moreover, participating in the restoration of a famous artifact such as the Ashbringer will leave a name in history.When the time comes to hack the Lich King to death, I've counted my strength too, haven't I? "

Bidenfeld drank a glass of fairy wine in one gulp, his eyes blurred, and then he became lively again.

"I didn't expect that the old man would not only get money after being tired, but also drink fairy wine. He made a lot of money, hahahaha!"

With a flash of white light, Biedenfeld returned to Bonn amidst loud laughter.

Randy picked up the Ashbringer and tried to equip it, but failed.

Take out a Holy Fire Token, temporarily upgrade to the master level in an instant, and now it is equipped smoothly.

Tucking the holy fire token around his waist, Randy began to look inside at the parameters of this god-level two-handed sword that had been repaired to its peak state.

Randy was taken aback when he saw the name of the sword.

(End of this chapter)