In Yuanshen, no one understands holy relics better than me

Xia Tian looked at the row of weapons: "Can't you introduce them? There are so many weapons, it's not easy to choose."

"It all depends on one mouth, everything you say is empty talk!" Wagner patted the blade of the sword with an iron ingot, and the crisp metal sound showed its texture.

"Only by personal experience is the truth. If you don't even know this, you will suffer sooner or later, brat!"

Without knowing why, he was given a life lesson, which made Xia Tian feel at a loss.

Qin explained: "Uncle Wagner doesn't like others to doubt his skills, and I use the knight's honor as a guarantee. Uncle Wagner's forging skills are definitely among the best in Mond City."

Xia Tian nodded resentfully: "I understand, masters generally hate being questioned."

After all, it was the guest brought by Captain Qin. Although Wagner was displeased, he still maintained the normal way of hospitality.

He took out a large grayish-white sword from the display cabinet and threw it over: "Here is a trial sample, you can take a look."

In the past, I always read in some novels that the sword of a certain fierce general weighed 82 kilograms, and the halberd of someone so and so weighed more than 100 kilograms. I thought it was a fabrication to fool people.

But the weapon in front of him, which was nearly as tall as his height, really weighed nearly a hundred catties, and his hands couldn't support it directly, so he could only hold it with his shoulders, and he was a little embarrassed for a while.

Xia Tian couldn't help doubting his decision, thinking about whether a one-handed sword would be better...

"Big swords are different from one-handed swords. What matters is weight and strength. They are all made of marcasite with the highest density."

Wagner chuckled disdainfully: "Look at your body, you should change to a one-handed sword!"

"It's heavy, isn't it? Be careful not to get hurt." Ying stepped forward to be concerned, and pushed the big sword slightly, but it didn't move.

"Fortunately..." Xia Tian barely stabilized the big sword, and the sweat had already fallen.

"It's okay, I can't swing it at all, and what does [your body] mean, it's a little thinner than Di Luke."

When the hand is gently held, a clear warm current will purify the unhappiness in the heart.

Qin came behind Xia Tian like a big sister, like a coach teaching swordsmanship, hugging Xia Tian to help support the two-handed sword.

Her golden hair brushed past her ears, and her slightly shorter height was extremely reliable.

A gentle breeze rippling around the body of the sword, the heavy giant sword suddenly felt much lighter.

The smell of dandelion came from behind, and people couldn't help taking deep breaths back and forth, wanting to keep this fragrance in their hearts.

Before crossing, if you ask Xia Tian which character is the most attractive, there is no doubt that it is Qin wearing a tight uniform.

Every time I run, the twisting curve and the obvious outline make people unable to divert their attention.

But seeing the real Qin, feeling her clear taste and tenacious will, I only have longing and respect in my heart.

"You can try to use wind elements to assist...weapons can usually be placed in the space of God's Eye, and can be swung with the help of wind when needed."

Fangqin is very experienced in this, and her sword is much faster than ordinary people.

The wind element can bear part of the weight of the weapon, and even use traction to accelerate the swing of the weapon.

Assisting with wind elements is indeed the solution.

But the cost of using elemental power in Xia Tian is too high, which means that every time a sword is drawn, a holy relic must be consumed, and it is uncertain how long the elemental power brought out by the holy relic can last.

If it exploded directly like in a tavern, wouldn't it cost a holy relic every time a knife is swung, who can bear it!

Qin turned her head away with a smile, just in time to meet the yearning gaze of last summer, and the breaths of the two were entangled with each other.

"Well...you can try..."

Qin let go of her hand and took two steps back, with a faint smile still on her face.

The temperature in the blacksmith shop was too high, and the cheeks of the two were slightly hot. Fortunately, the wind that had just blown up could cool them down.

wind?The wind driven by the piano is only around the weapon, and the wind blowing around it is...

"Have you heard a story?" A familiar voice rang in the wind.

I don't know when, the green hat poet came.

The blacksmith shop is not a formal house, but a shed supported by four thick columns.

It was originally opened outside the city, but later the expansion of Mond City encloses it.

The insides of the four columns were all blackened by the flames of the smelting fire, while the Green Hat poet leaned on the clean outsides, holding his harp.

Ying was next to her, but she didn't notice: "Where did you go just now? Why did you suddenly disappear from the tavern?"

"At that time, I remembered that there were believers waiting for my song in the square, so I left for a while."

Wendy is not ashamed of lies, he is a god, and everything is reasonable.

Paimon poked his waist, and said bluntly: "Obviously he ran away as soon as he heard that it was going to be cleaned! It's a stinking song!"

The poet stroked the back of his head and stuck out his tongue playfully: "Hey."

It's this expression that deserves to be punched. Xia Tian wanted to try but was punched by Mona Pang.

This humiliation must be paid back, so Xia Tian also decided to repeat Mona's actions.

Take advantage of the unpreparedness and punch.

Was flashed, damn it!

This guy's sensitivity is so high!

The punch was empty, and the two-handed sword next to him lost its support and almost fell to the ground.

He was easily supported by Wendy, and the wind could do anything for him.

All of them were showing off in front of their faces, and Xia Tian asked angrily, "What story did you just want to tell? And where are you going to sell literature from the street stall?"

"It's a story about the Knights of the North Wind." Wendy began to pluck the strings.

Wagner, who had a bad temper, didn't have the slightest liking for the bard, and every time Joseph Six Fingers came over, he would disturb his business.

But when the young poet in front of him started playing the piano, his clear voice began to sing.

Wagner couldn't refuse, he could only listen quietly.

Stories rippling in the streets——

"The knight known as the North Wind finally ended his wanderings in the city of the God of Wind."

"The wind of the floating waves and those who come will attract each other, and the freedom of unbridled waves will usher in hesitation."

"When the knight enters the city, the traveling companion bids farewell in silence on the distant hills."

"The unruly wolf who hates the walls and the smell of lights still needs a wide open field."

"The knight of the north wind imprisoned himself in the city with a forever free heart."

"The wolf that comes with the wind runs freely in the woods outside the city, but the heart is in the hands of the knight."

"The knight went out for the second time to hunt demons, and the wolves hunted with him with the smell of battle."

"The lone wolf and the knight have always had a tacit understanding, advancing and retreating in unison, as if they were one."

"Even though the wolf and the knight are inseparable, the age of the beast is not as good as that of all creatures."

"The knights of the north wind finally used their swords as graves and buried wolves in the outskirts far from the city."

"The knights of the north wind abandoned the city from then on, and with the freedom of wolves in their hearts, they wandered with the wind."

"The spirit of immortal wolves resides here forever."

"Guarding the verdant land once guarded by knights."

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Has anyone guessed the weapon?It is the end of the wolf and not the end of the wolf.

Chapter 36 The Knight and the Wolf

[I heard that at the end of this chapter there is a strategy for obtaining the strongest weapon in the game? 】

Well known.

The Dragon of the East Wind, the Eagle of the West Wind, the Lion of the South Wind, and the Wolf of the North Wind are collectively known as the Guardians of the Four Winds of Mond.

The Dragon of the East Wind is of course the ancient guardian Twarin, the knights ruling Mond represent the Eagle of the West Wind, and the Lion of the South Wind and the Wolf of the North Wind refer to the two people who inherit the title respectively.

Acting Captain Qin, known as the Dandelion Knight, is also the Lion Tooth Knight, the Lion of the South Wind who inherits Vanessa's will.

The current Wolf of the North Wind is Falga, the head of the West Wind Knights leading the Snow Mountain Expedition.

"I've heard of this poem. The knight's sword is called [The End of the Wolf]. It is the weapon used by every generation of knights who inherit the title of the Wolf of the North Wind... I don't know what you mean?"

Jean hadn't guessed Wendy's intentions in singing the poem.

If it was someone else, they might be interrogated by Qin with the reason of [intent to seize the leader's weapon].

But the poet in front of him is not an ordinary person. He is the great wind god Barbatos, the bestower of all the honors of Mond, and theoretically even has the right to directly identify the Guardian of the Four Winds.

"The end of the wolf?" Apart from Qin, the most excited person was Wagner, the blacksmith owner, who exclaimed loudly:

"That is a weapon made by my ancestors. It was originally just a thick piece of iron. It is said that because of the friendship between the knight and the wolf, it was blessed by the gods and gained extraordinary power."

Under the words, there is extraordinary pride and shame on the face: "The weapons made by the ancestors can move the gods, but the weapons made by me are so rough..."

"Your skills are already extraordinary, but every divine weapon passed down through the ages must have its own rich story."

Wendy is always serious when needed. He holds the blacksmith's big rough hand and strokes the lines and calluses.

"The weapon you created will become extraordinary in the future under the leadership of one of its masters."

"The satisfaction of users is the ultimate wish of a weapon, and you must have created many satisfying treasures."

The wind is galloping, blowing the flames of the furnace into the air, and the god who protects Mond is flickering.

At a certain moment, Wagner seemed to see a god, that warmth, that light, gave people strength.

Blinking repeatedly, rubbing the corners of his eyes, there was no sign of God.

There is only the young poet who seems to have a good relationship with the Knights in front of him.

"I'm going to work. You can see for yourself. Choosing a weapon doesn't happen overnight. If I have the right materials and ideas, I can build it for you alone..."

Wagner went to the furnace without looking back, and began to check the condition of the original embryo.

He wanted to create better weapons, weapons that could be favored by the gods.

"Okay, the ordinary citizens have left, let's continue the rest of the topic in another place."

The seriousness just disappeared, and the mischievous bard came online again.

"Your Excellency Wendy is really..." Qin smiled helplessly, such a god really made it impossible for people to keep up with the rhythm.

"Singer, hurry up! Don't be a fool!" Paimon urged after her, and her addiction to stories was relapsed.

Wendy led the crowd to a relatively remote corner, close to the city wall, which was usually used to stack iron blocks.

"Whether it's the wolf of the north wind or the lion of the south wind, what is inherited is only the code name of nothingness, and many things have deteriorated..."

Wendy's words made Qin unacceptable: "Are you saying that Captain Falga's [The End of the Wolf] is fake?"

This matter can be big or small, the sacred relic left by the ancient heroes is like the harp of the sky, slowly losing its power over the years.

Today, there are only a few items that can accompany the Zephyr Knights to protect Mond, and [Wolf's End] is one of them.

In a sense, [Wolf's End] is a symbol of the strength of the Knights.

"Misunderstood!" Wendy adjusted her hat helplessly: "Of course it's true! Would the Knights of the West Wind use fake products to make up their numbers?"

"It's just that the weapon is incomplete, and part of it remains on the verdant land, outside of human beings."

Detective Paimon went online again: "Does [Wolf's End] have two?"

Wendy couldn't help but tap Paimon's ass with the harp: "Did you just listen to the story for nothing?"

Paimon was not easy to mess with, she immediately picked up the iron ore nearby to fight back.

The conversation was interrupted for a while, and finally Ying came out and hugged Paimon: "Okay, let's continue listening to the story!"

Wendy looked at the flames burning in the furnace not far away, as if recalling a story she had seen with her own eyes:

"The friendship between the knight and the wolf moved the gods. The power bestowed by the gods belongs to the knights and naturally to the wolves. They are invincible only by virtue of their tacit understanding of each other."

"Knights want to protect Mond, and wolves hate humans, so they separated, but this parting does not mean the disappearance of friendship..."