Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 2830, Jian Yaozhi in the Temple II

After returning to the Twilight, Bediville just stepped into the common room to have some breakfast, and saw that Saifei, Seglad and Quigg were there to pack and prepare to set off to deal with the Yodon Giant.

"So early?" The Werewolf youth took a piece of toasted toast from the golden scarab beggar on the side, and asked casually: "Isn't that going to take Paramitis?"

"No." Safir tied the special bandage to his arm and replied: "Dad knows that we will go to Novo this morning. But he has no plans to follow."

"Palamidis didn't follow the past?" Beddyville shrugged. "Is you letting three little leopards deal with the terrible monsters of the Jotun Giant?"

"[Small] is superfluous." Seglad was a little unhappy to add: "Dad doesn't follow, prove that he believes in our ability, and believes that we can defeat the Yodon Giant by three of us." Since even Dad believes in us, Mr. Bedieville needs to worry so much about it."

"Palamidis is always a big heart." The Werewolf youth worried and said: "You two are good, but you are taking Quigg. This child is not good at fighting, if he has a case?"

"The Quigg is fine," the moth-like leopard pushes his glasses frame and replies. Vivian seems to have adjusted the degree of glasses for Quig, and also used the special elastic frame and rubber bands to fix the glasses on the head of the Leopard youth. Quaker’s line looks a bit funny, after all, there are not many orcs with glasses.

"Even if you say that -" Bettiville frowned.

"If Mr. Bedieville is so uneasy, you will come soon after you come." So Safir inserted a very embarrassed sentence.

"What? I want to take care of your group of ghosts? Forget it." The Werewolf youth shouted: "I have something important to do next."

"How important is it?" "Isn't that going to date with girls?"

Segrad and Saifei, you can say a word.

"I heard that Mr. Bediwell was sent back to the Twilight by a mysterious girl last night." "Wow~ I don't stay outside for a night?"

"It’s enough, you two guys!" Biddyville saw the fierce light, and he didn’t rush to give the two brothers a punch.

ten minutes later.

"Sure enough, it’s still coming." "It’s still coming." Seifer and Segrad smirked, squinting at Bettyville behind.

"Hey!" The Werewolf youth angered, "Where are you going to go? Isn't it going to be sent to the Great Hall of the Spirit? Why do we run to the black market in Cairo?"

"Go first to Odin's daddy." Segred replied, strolling in the streets of the slightly deserted black market in the morning without any tension.

"You better not do it for too long," Biddyville said a little unhappy: "I have something else to do at noon."

"It won't take you a lot of time." Saifer said, "This time I will deal with the Jotun Giant. If the plan is going well, I will be able to defeat it soon."

"If the plan is not going well?" the werewolf youth asked.

"We will soon be killed by it," Saifel replied.

Bedyville didn't know where to start to vomit.

However, Odin is old. I haven’t seen Odin’s dad for a long time since the last time, and Betdiville really cares about the old man’s business. It is a very sad thing to have such a talented blacksmith who has always stayed in an unknown corner of the black market in Cairo and played iron in obscurity.

When arriving at the cottage where Odin’s father was, Bediville felt the atmosphere was unnatural. He couldn't immediately say where it was unnatural, but after a few seconds, he immediately understood the unnaturalness of it - the snoring of the iron and steel that was around the clock disappeared.

"Daddy?" Frowning, the werewolf youth used to push the door of the hut.

"Oh, is that you?" On the only shackled wooden bed in the hut, the original Odin dad was half-sleeping and saw that Biddeville pushed the door and climbed up. As soon as he was on the back of the week, he looked old and tired, and the whole person seemed to be a few decades old.

Bedyville looked straight at the old man who was dry: "Odin Daddy, are you?"

"It seems that my limit is up." Odin's old man whispered, and the wrinkled face squeezed out a weak smile: "The dragon-hunters are like this. We have inherited the dragon's blood even if we live a long life. When you reach the limit, you will get old and suffocate, and you will die within a month."

auzw.com Biddyville turned his head and looked at Seifer and Segrad, and suddenly understood what. The two brothers suddenly rushed to deal with the Jotun giants, wanting to get the lake of the lake of immortality, maybe it is related to the rapid aging of the old Odin.

"You, are going to challenge the Yodon Giants, right?" Odin whispered.

"Yes." Seglad replied softly: "As long as you bring back enough water, you can live for a few more years, right?"

"That, God knows." The old man looked like his destiny and fumbled his own beard: "Maybe. Maybe it doesn't work. Anyway, my limit has arrived, how can I delay the time with external force? Escape to death."

"but"

"Don't say more. You can do it if you love what you do." The old man said: "In any case, after the death of the dragon-hunters, there are not many people who can inherit the Hall of the Spirit. The dragon-hunters will perish. The [heritage] that my family has left, how do you deal with how you deal with it - as long as you can get the approval of those [heritage]."

The [heritage] he said is naturally the highest masterpiece of the most famous craftsmen in the history of the Dragon Hunter, the hundreds of legendary dragons who were handed down in the Hall of the Spirit. These dragons have a sense of self, they quietly sleep in the hall of the spirits, waiting for their next successor.

But only those who are truly qualified are allowed to wave these legendary weapons that transcend common sense. Everyone wants to raise these legendary dragons and have difficulties. Even if they can wave, they may be countered by the strength of Longwu itself, but they will be mad and confused, and they will be swallowed up and die.

It is precisely because the legendary Longwu is the highest masterpiece left by the ancestors of the Dragon Hunter, finding a suitable successor for them is an extremely difficult profession.

"That," Segred took out the golden token of the Dragon Hunter and opened a transfer on the ground: "We set off."

Odin’s old man smiled ridiculously: "So it’s polite to you to come and say hello and go."

The leopard youth shook his head with a smile and jumped into the mouth. Followed by Seifer and Quigg.

"More care, Odin dad." Biddyville also said, followed by jumping in.

Odin did not say much, but lay down if nothing happened.

In the next second, a familiar and unfamiliar landscape has appeared in front of Bediville. This is the inside of the [British Hall] secretly built by the Dragon Hunter at somewhere in Novi.

The entire hall is as grand as the memory, and the surrounding high walls are covered with the legendary Longwu, which was created by the great craftsmen of the Dragon Hunters. Although these weapons are powerful, they can't be touched by Bediville. When Bedieville arrived, he also just heard that Slaged explained this to Quig, and the little leopard of the moiré was listening modestly, nodding from time to time.

"Mr. Bedieville," Saifer also said, "It’s time to explain the true purpose of our challenge to the Jotun Giants this time."

"Isn't it just for the lake of the lake that is not dead?" The werewolf youth cleverly asked.

"In addition to that, there is still a target." Saifei went to the outside of the Great Hall of the Spirit and said, "We want [monopoly] the pseudo-aquaculture industry here."

"You are serious?" Bettyville sighed: "The outside of the magical pine forest is indeed the habitat of the pseudo-dragons, but there are hundreds of pseudo-dragons there. You are going to take all the pseudo-longs and bring them to Going to other places to farm? Wouldn't it be that I was going to take it to my boat?"

"That is one of the plans. It will probably send more than a dozen fake dragons to the Twilight." Segred replied: "But other pseudo-dragons, I mean hundreds of places in the pine forest here." False dragons, I intend to send them to the [City of the Dead]."

"If we can establish the habitat of the pseudo-dragon, we will have an inexhaustible magic rosin." Saifei said: "It is not only our own use, but also a sale as a commodity."

"If the plan is really feasible, then by simply selling the magic turpentine, we can become a millionaire," Segrad said.

"The plan is good." Beddyville raised his eyebrows: "But is this really necessary? Are you so short?"

"This is not the key point." Saifeier and Segrad also squinted at Bediville, not knowing what the two brothers were thinking about.

"There is still a target in this trip." Saifel added: "There are some things in the Jotun Giants, and we want to get embarrassed."

"what?"

"First sell a slap." Seglad laughed mysteriously.

Bedyville sighed and slammed the words that he had wanted to export. But even if the two brothers don't tell Bediville, the werewolf youth can roughly guess. The Yoon Giant is said to be the ancestor of all the giants, a very old giant race. The material on the Yodon Giant is extremely rare, even if it is a drop of blood on it, it may become a key prop for making a powerful weapon. Seifer and Segrad are now fully armed to challenge the Yodon Giants, just to get some kind of rare material from the body of Yodon.

It is another matter whether the ancient giants hidden deep in the lake of the undead lake will be in the end.

If you think about Beddyville suddenly found a bright spot. Their group had crossed the long corridor of the Dragon Hunter base and reached the snow in the Devils Pines area.