Shaman from Afar

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Furnace Academy, underground laboratory.

"This is it?"

The little wizard lying on the table inquired with a trembling voice. The blue eyes clear like a dome seemed to overflow with tears, and the expression seemed to be a believer who witnessed the miracle.

It was a silver-white metal with an octagonal shape placed in the center of the velvet cushion. Even in the shadows, it seemed to be shining brilliantly, smooth and clean like a mirror surface, and more like opaque crystal.

"Mithril, and it's the highest purity sterling silver." The alchemist standing behind her looked a little proud:

"There are only two alchemy colleges in the entire empire capable of forging, and the Forge College is one of them."

"it's beautiful……"

Ayin's eyes looked like a girl who saw fine jewelry, and besides whispering, she only sighed: "I have not seen such a beautiful Mithril in Lotel, even Eboden, such a piece should Is it over two pounds? "

"Thirty-two pounds, that's right. It is well known that its extraction is very difficult. Even the dwarves can only get one fifth of the mitral silver from the highest purity ore, and our technology is far inferior to many, one tenth. These are extremely rare achievements. "

The alchemist's expression nodded helplessly, as if remembering something, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Plus the church obstruction, so ..."

Suddenly awakened, the alchemist shut up.

"So what?" But the little wizard had heard it.

"Uh, nothing-you know, this metal is very rare and can only be obtained through trade with dwarves." The alchemist had to reply: "In addition to its neutralizing power to the void, it can be used very well if used properly. Strong suppression effect, so the church has been restricting the flow of Mithril into other principalities, especially the wizards. "

"Since the seventh generation, the Holy Cross Church has controlled almost half of the empire's Mithril, and they also ..."

"They still?" Ain looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"No, it's nothing! I didn't say anything, you didn't hear anything!" The alchemist's face was full of cold sweat, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more stiff, staring at the small wizard with wide eyes: "Hear no … No, no, you did n’t hear anything, we just ... just discussed some academic issues just now! ”

"Are you okay?" Ain, who stood up, looked at the cold sweat dripping from his forehead, worriedly wanting to step forward, but was evaded by the alchemist, so excited that he could not:

"I'm fine, I'm very good!"

"But you do look sick, maybe ... it's because the lab is not very ventilated?"

"Yes, you're right! I have to rest for a while, I can't always stay up late, ha ha ha ..." The embarrassed smiled embarrassedly, and the trembling eyes alchemist took the Mithril in the box, Directly into Ai Yin's arms: "This, this is my collection; I gave it to you, how about the souvenir you came to the furnace school?"

"No, this is too expensive!" The little wizard gave him a surprised look and shook his head: "Three pounds of Mithril? I might not be able to afford such a heavy piece in my life!"

"You are too little to see your talents, His Excellency Ain Rand!" The alchemist stuck in her hands: "Otherwise, you will be a witness to our friendship, what about a precious meeting ceremony?" ? It was just for me to accept it. "

"Okay, Lord Ain Rand? It should be ... It's for me, please!"

………………………………

"Knight sword mixed with Mithril? Worthy of being the Church of the Holy Cross, would it be possible for every church knight to make an oath?"

As he asked in a playful way, the black-haired wizard kept retreating, calculating the distance between the two, and the first drop of cold sweat in the battle had fallen on his forehead.

Loren, who should have been expecting for a long time, realized that at this moment, he had never found that the strangeness of the opponent's weapon was really his own negligence. As a result, the battle became very difficult.

Bright Silver's swordmans can only last up to ten seconds at a time, and then cool down once-in a short moment, they will lose all counterattacks, and they can only dodge as much as possible in addition to maintaining distance.

As for the high-level curse ... The opponent will not give himself this opportunity; the spell can only be used with the "caster" of the left hand, but as long as he shows his left hand unguarded, the guardian knight can turn it into a child Bloody rotten meat!

The guardian knight seemed to perceive something, and flew towards the dark-haired wizard even more desperately.

Damn it!

The gray-blue swordmand bloomed again, and at the moment of raising the sword, the spark suddenly burst in front of him; the dark-haired wizard who suddenly opened his eyes sharply opened the long sword guarding the knight, and squatted down to swipe!

The bright silver passed by, and the guardian knight seemed uncomfortable to fight without armor. The dodge moment was obviously slower by a beat. The swept sword mangle shattered the smock and the plasma spewed out.

good chance!

At this moment, Loren rushed forward and rushed up, there is no momentum to go back!

The instantaneous flaws made the calm and calm guardian knight also appear a moment of surprise, but the momentary distraction had made Loren approached within three steps. At the moment, his left arm was injured and he could only raise his sword with one hand to fight the enemy.

"clang--!"

The long sword full of collapses covered the bright silver flute, and the guard knight between the fires was too late to breathe.

It was his right hand that Loren hacked with a sword!

"I'm sorry, sir." Loren's mouth grinned like a beast, his left hand snapped openly, and he slapped it on the face of the guard knight:

"The Force Shock!"

"boom--!!!!"

The guardian Knight flew out like a cannonball, collapsing four shelves in succession; the roar and smoke dispersed, and the rag-like figure collapsed into a pile of boxes and collapsed shelves, and there was one more on the ground Large areas of blood.

Loren did not directly catch up. His first goal was not to kill the guardian knight, but to figure out who the person who came with him was, what was their purpose, and why did he appear in the furnace town, and why Will know Niederhogg ...

All in all, he must know the truth even if it is only to end the murder of the 100-person team at Ebden, plus some worrying possibility.

What's more, he couldn't get up to the bleeding volume temporarily, at least half of his ribs were broken, and his spine and other bones would not be intact.

Switching to Loren himself, it would be too easy to cut a few ribs with a face-to-face "force shock", and it would be crippled if not half-dead.

Cough cough cough ...

The guardian knight who fell in the pool of blood coughed up blood repeatedly, struggling to hold the knight's long sword in his hand, even if he was hit from the spot, he would not let him loose a little.

Am I losing?

That's right, he neglected the compassion in his heart and made the sword in his hand dull-it wasn't that it was not sharp enough, it was the slow hand of his sword.

And his current lingering panting is only because of the other party's pity.

why……

Why would a church knight who promised a "sword of oath" lose to an unbelieving, blasphemous wizard? !

This moment seemed to be extended indefinitely. The dark-haired wizard walked towards him step by step. The bright silver in his hand was still playing with the sword flower. There was no slight pleasure in victory in the dark pupil, as if he had just done a very ordinary thing Things.

It turned out to be like this ... Was the self-righteous raid just as expected? Loren Turin, I can finally understand why Lord Farnesses valued you so much, and even regarded you as his enemy.

Because you are really so dangerous!

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"This ... this guy?"

Loren stopped at the spot, his expression as if stunned, and stared at the figure that stood up from the pool of blood.

How strong is his physique? !

The serious looking guard knight kneels on the ground, holding the sword with both hands, praying in a low voice:

"Holy Cross ...

My sword is your scripture, my blood is your praise;

Please listen to my prayer,

To blasphemous people who do not believe in God ...

Lower the discipline-! ! ! ! "