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Sarin's mind is calculating quickly. He is not only thinking about the weapons of the four Warcraft Swordsmen, he is still designing weapons for Sika, Nellis and others.

Eni looked at Zola's scabbard, observed it for a long time, and didn't do it.

"This ... Master Aini." Zola's level is already equivalent to that of a magician in a magician, but he still dare not make it before the necromancer. In the impression of ordinary people, the Necromancer is much stronger than the Elemental Master, and there are many incredible means. Zola dared to challenge the mage, but did not dare to anger the necromancer.

Being defeated by the mage is at most a death. If the necromancer is angry, he will transform you into an undead. Although this is of little significance to the Necromancer, no one wants to bear the permanent torture.

"This scabbard is not for you." Aini finally said something golden.

"I know, but ..."

"The power inside is full of negative emotions, and you are naturally optimistic. So you haven't worked hard to advance. After the promotion, this weapon is even more unsuitable for you."

Zola froze for a moment. He didn't expect that a magician could see so much from his weapon.

"Actually, it's not impossible."

"What way?" Zola was attracted by Eni's expression, and Eni looked at the scabbard very intently, completely immersed in it.

Eni raised her eyelids and glanced at Zola, his mind was all on the scabbard. He said, "Dare you trust me?"

"Don't you dare?" Zola shrugged his shoulders, looking indifferent.

"Okay, let's start now." Aini said, spitting out his undead flames, wrapping the materials that Sarin gave him. He did not have a special distribution ratio for these materials, and soon formed a sword tire in the commander's flame. The constant changing shape of this fetal tire, the final size has obviously been very suitable for Zola's scabbard.

Unlike the weapons of the Warcraft Swordsman refined by Sarin, the sword tires made by Eni are all metal, and there is no reserved wooden grip. The green commander's flame exudes a cold breath, and it expands more and more, and finally pulls to the left to surround it. Pulling the finger to the left twitched slightly without resisting.

He chose to trust Sarin instead of Aini. If Sarin wanted to deal with him, he could only be destroyed by him after the freezing, even if he wanted to turn him into an undead creature, Zola couldn't resist.

In addition, I have to say that Aini's temptation is too great. He will not give up this scabbard, but using this scabbard as a weapon will affect his practice of swordsmanship.

Undead flames surrounded Zola, cool, and there was no imaginary pain.

The sword tire in front of Aini darted into the quaint scabbard in the air, making a clear sound. Zola's heart also cooled down, and he reached out, grasped the sword tire, and pulled it out, and saw that there were more than forty traces on the sword tire.

That is the root of his swordsmanship, and the secret of his heart.

The sword tire is still as soft as mud, and its shape is constantly changing. Zola carried the sword tirelessly, and his mind flew back to his childhood.

He was very happy in the first half of his childhood. His father was a powerful swordsman and played for a duke. Zola has lived in a very rich environment since he was a child, and he is very sensible at an early age. When he can walk, he learns how to hold a sword.

Until one day, the heir of the Duke enraged a magician and was killed on the street. Zola's father was poorly protected, and was angered by the Duke, who was later killed by the design.

Zola clearly remembered that after his father drank the poisoned wine, he clearly had the power to fight back, but he just held the sword and did not pull it out. All of his father's strength was poured into this scabbard. The forty traces were the essence of his father's swordsmanship throughout his life.

The angry duke shattered his father's body and threw his weapon into the lake. The young Zola went into hiding and escaped the search. He picked up his father's sword at the bottom of the lake, but found that the long sword had been broken into powder, leaving only a scabbard full of grief and indignation.

This world is unfair. The Duke did not dare to go to the magician's troubles. Zola's father became a gap to vent his anger.

Zola started a life of tossing and turning, and his life was very difficult. At that time, he was only eight years old. He has been a mercenary, thief, bodyguard, and thug. He also mixed in places like the casino until he met his own swordsmanship teacher.

Zola did not want to recall the memory before that, but now it is clearly and picturesquely reproduced in the flame of the commander of Aini.

"I just want to ... live happily, father ..."

Zola lifted the sword tire, and tears shed uncontrollably, falling on the sword tire drop by drop. The clear tears turned into water vapor and penetrated into the sword tire.

"Then, live happily." Aini took the sword tire from Zola's hand, and more than forty traces on the sword tire faded, forming a strange magic pattern, spread all over the sword body.

Just a few tears are enough to make the sword tire shape.

The sword is like snow, and it's a little bit crystal. Between the beautiful magic patterns, there are lines like tears, flowing along the spine of the sword and toward the tip of the sword.

"Okay." Aini's voice awakened Zola, and he wiped away the tears in the corner of his eyes.

"That's enough?"

"There are still some that need to be finished by Sarin, I'm not suitable." Aini put down the long sword, the guard of the long sword is a unique pattern of undead.

"Zola, thank you Master Aini." Sarin stopped the refining of the weapon and spoke.

Zola was puzzled. He was angry. The Necromancer, who didn't know what method to use, awakened the memory of his inner unwillingness to touch. Tears in front of the two men made him feel ashamed.

"This is hard work and alchemy. It is very expensive. The sword body represents the past, and the hilt represents the present. You must grasp the present to use the sword to gain the future without being swayed by the past."

Sarin was talking about what appeared in the magic book, but it is very suitable for Zola.

Zola was horrified, he seemed to indulge in pleasure, and actually did not forget those pasts. Even if he secretly assassinated the Duke, he could not escape the shadow of his childhood.

What is the point of loyalty? In the end, what happened to my father? He didn't understand, why didn't his father resist, since he knew he was going to die, he had to pull a few to accompany him to hell.

Later he got it, but he never thought about it. After his father's death, the Duke did not spend much effort to find his whereabouts. If the father dies in death and kills the duke, the people of the duke's family will surely find him with all strength and completely cut off the blood of his father.

In other words, the Duke also regretted, and regretted killing a loyal subordinate, but could not change his son's life.

"Master Aini, thank you very much." Zola dropped his hands and stood in front of Jupiter the Great.

"You don't have to thank me. Sarin asked me to do it. I just want to make it as perfect as possible." Aini replied weakly. Only in the shortest time did he refine the most proud weapon of his life, consuming almost all his energy.

"I need to rest. You have to protect two people. Take this sword." Aini gave the long sword to Zola.

"Sir Aini, please name this sword."

"Is this the way of the clouds?" Aini's voice was cold, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised. He thought for a moment and said, "Just call it tears. Men don't say they don't cry.

"Yes, just as the adults mean."

Aini waved her hand, went to the corner of the tent, pulled open the sleeping bag, and got into it.

"Zola, your sword handle still needs refining, but it will take a lot of time, and I will get it after going back." Sarin finished, and no longer looked at Zola, and continued refining weapons for four Warcraft swordsmen.

Zola put the long sword tears into his scabbard and hugged him. The tears and his blood seem to be in common, and Zola can even perceive the complicated magic patterns in the tears.

The most important thing is that these magic patterns are consistent with the forty marks left by his father in the scabbard. When he uses his family swordsmanship, he will no longer be affected by the power of grief and despair in the scabbard. All emotions were borne by tears. This is a real magic weapon that can accompany your whole life.

Sarin's refining is not as hard as Aini's, he meditates once every refining a scimitar, to restore the magic string and spiritual power. The four scimitars were all set before dawn, and Sarin took out the blood cherry tree and smelted it into the handle of the knife.

These four scimitars are still very rough in Sarin's view, far less than the sticks made by Feren for Sika, they can't be compared in terms of materials. However, he spent too little time, did not refine more magic circles in the machete, but used high-level materials to make the machete extremely tough and sharp.

These four knives have a lot of room for improvement. Only when Sarin is familiar with all the four Warcraft Swordsmen can he re-modify the weapons for the four people to suit them best.

Aini was lying in her sleeping bag and was not asleep. This time he not only consumed a lot of mental energy, he also gained a lot. A hard work of alchemy made Eni's spiritual power much less, but it was more pure.

At the same time, Aini's mind was also washed once. He felt the feeling of a father in that scabbard. This makes him miss his parents very much. Eni was cold, but not a cold person, but he didn't fully understand what his parents had paid for himself before.

This time, Aini completely understood. He decided to take over his parents as soon as he came back to the city base. If the family doesn't allow it, don't blame yourself. With the friend Salin, he can now do many things that he could not do before.

The voices outside the tent gradually increased, and the pirates all got up early under the pressure of Sarin, and began to wash, paying great attention to personal hygiene. The four Warcraft Swordsmen arrived early and waited outside the tent.

Sarin put away his Shui Yan, repeated four scimitars of different shapes and secretly sighed. The time to learn alchemy is too short. The materials of these four weapons are enough to make holy artifacts, but in their own hands, these four scimitars eventually become only four advanced magic weapons.

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