Apocalyptic Dragonborn Lord

Chapter 57 Magical Soldiers
Hey, is it the click that sends you a click?
Stannis hesitated a little.

Now the old man also began to look at him suspiciously, "Your Excellency, sometimes I really doubt you..."

"Do you suspect that I have changed? Are you all colluding to disgust me? Can't I change my mind and start a new life? For example, how should I get weapons now!"

The old man shook his head. Although he was very skeptical, at least the earl in front of him was still acting recklessly. He pointed to the dragon wall and said, "Just click on the dragon's nose on the relief, and it will automatically judge whether the person who comes is qualified to pass through it."

It turned out to be this click, Stannis let out a long sigh of relief, he thought that this time travel had started to collapse, from fantasy wear to online game wear.

"Is that so?" Stannis carefully placed his hand on the cold stone relief.

In an instant, a steady stream of warm current poured into his body, and then, accompanied by a low roar, the stone wall gradually receded, and a dark secret passage appeared.

It was the first time I saw this kind of black-tech gate that could be opened without mechanical operation, and Stannis ran in excitedly, regardless of the danger.

"Why is it so dark in here?" His cry came from inside again.

Bachelor Romon shook his head, he shook his hand, a ball of blue flame lit up from his crutch, and then he walked in.

The appearance of the blue light illuminated the entire dragon library, and eleven dusty weapons were placed on the carefully crafted marble table, as if they were telling their thousand-year history to those who came.

The marble table is divided into two rows and arranged along the road, with six rows in each row, except one is empty, and there is a weapon on it, waiting for the call of its master.

"Your Excellency, please walk in front of each of them. If you resonate, then you will become his master." Bachelor Romon pointed out.

Stannis didn't think so, "It's so dark, how can you pick it! Move them all out and I'll play with them carefully one by one."

"But...but..." The old man didn't expect him to say this, and he was at a loss for a moment.

"Is there a family tradition not to take these things out of the warehouse?" Stannis asked.

"It's not."

"Then what's the point, call me the carrot and the big man, move!"

Soon, more than a dozen family weapons of the Red Dragon family were exposed in broad daylight.

Stannis examined it with interest.

"Maces, flails, warhammers, poleaxes, tempered sticks..."

The more he looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong. Why were they all bone-cracking and craniotomy, without leaving a whole body, a crazy heavy weapon?Doesn't this look like a weapon used by a positive character?
"Why are there all such blunt weapons!" He shouted in surprise.

Robert hurried forward, "Is this the only way to reflect your natural supernatural power, Boss!"

Stannis ignored his flattery, but called Romon over, "Old man, is there something wrong? Aren't the general ancestral magic weapons all made of long swords made of meteorite, half-handed swords, two-handed swords, etc. All kinds of swords?"

Bachelor Romon shrugged helplessly, "Your Excellency, your family is a bit special..."

ha?No matter how special they are, they can't be so unconventional, let's not say that these big guys are ugly, and they are heavier than each other.

"Your Excellency, although these weapons may seem inconspicuous, each of them bears the glory of your family. This is the glory that your ancestors won back with blood on the battlefield."

"Oh!" Stannis became interested, he likes listening to stories the most.

Bachelor Romon also seems to need to show off his knowledge, "For example, this flail, it was in the hands of the No. 17 Earl who personally killed the peerless famous general 'King of Mercenaries' who shocked the Western Continent Lord Protector of Warenwich, according to records at the time, your ancestors held a flail and took advantage of the opportunity of peace talks between the protector and his own side, riding a horse unexpectedly from behind, and the flail hit the back directly. Although the protector of the country He didn't die on the spot, but he died a month later due to an infected wound."

"..."

"And this one." Bachelor Romon raised a mace, which was densely lined with hard and thick barbs, which made people shudder. "This is used by your No. 20 ancestors. In the famous ' During the "Great Turbulence" rebellion, he took this weapon to participate in the last battle "Battle of Thunder", and when Sir Lloyd, the first warrior of the rebel army, carried forward his chivalry and healed his opponent injured in the duel, he sneaked over for a while. The hammer finished him off, smashing his head into pieces."

"..."

"I have to mention this," the old man took out a blow dart from the pile of weapons as if conjuring again, "this is a gadget from the south, but it was my grandfather's favorite. He spent three days and three nights lying on his back in the pile of corpses in the plain, and then killed him with an arrow when the local lord came out."

Stannis really didn't know what to say. It turned out that this family had done so many wicked things and was proud of it. No wonder the more they messed up, the worse it was.

"Then what is this?" With sharp eyes, he found a special weapon. He stretched out his hand and took it out. It seemed to be a delicate iron pear flower-shaped mallet, which could be opened into four petals like a flower petal.

Bachelor Romon rubbed his eyes, "This is... umm!!? Who put this thing in the dragon vault!"

"What is this?" Stannis was still opening and closing the object, thinking it was very interesting.

"Your Excellency, this... this is the Pear Blossom Vessel..."

Of course the lord knew what it was. He was so frightened that he quickly threw away this disgusting instrument of torture, "Is there any mistake! This instrument of torture that explodes human assholes is also the family's ancestral magic weapon!"

"When...of course not, it's just that one of your ancestors had a special hobby in this area..."

"Torturing female prisoners?" Stannis became interested.

"Meet your own needs..."

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Stannis was about to collapse, and he shouted in despair: "What is this! My family's weapon users are either sneak attacks, tricks, or perverted sex maniacs! Not a single serious weapon has been passed down ?"

Bachelor Romon said timidly: "There is one. It is a long sword 'Starfall'. It is said that it once fought against the 'Phoenix Sword' of the elves."

Sure enough, a normal weapon came, it was a long sword, and the name was very compelling, Stannis breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then where is it now? I'll just inherit it, I already feel resonated with it." He stretched out his hand and asked directly.

(End of this chapter)