Abe the Wizard

The Guild of Witches' little wind wave didn't cause much trouble, but it also caused Abel to temporarily renounce exposing his human identity.

Indeed, as the Dylan Legendary Wizard has said, the Moon Goddess has recognized his elf identity, and who dares doubt his elf identity.

Together with his identity as a master of medicine, he was able to survive a possible crisis without risk.

It was the only thing that kept him from going out and locked him up in the Golden Castle, and all he could do now was build his strength, be it combat or refining.

What Abel wants to break through now is the bottleneck of the Alchemist. I don't know if it's because he's anxious to break through, or because he doesn't have enough of his own. He's been at the top of the Alchemist for three months, and it's April.

In the dark world, Abel fought in the Flame River for a day, returning to the Fortress of Demons with his weary body.

Instead of practicing for the first time, he went to Camp Rogue to see the recovering sacrificial artefacts, which he was not anxious to do, but the damage on the sacrificial artefacts was expected to recover in the next two days.

He has been waiting for a long time for the restoration of the sacrificial artifact, and he wants to see the legendary Knight ‘resurrected’ and become his covenant.

In the Gathering Magic Array, Abel saw that there was only a small amount of damage left on the sacrificial artifact bone plate. He had to shake his head and come back tomorrow!

He turned to the 'Heraldic Males’, which was kept at the blacksmith's shop at Camp Rogue, where he used ‘Heraldic Males’ to randomly punch holes in his equipment every day.

Much of this equipment was forged by him before, and some loot he picked up from the bodies of hell creatures.

When he picked up ‘Hladik Males', he suddenly thought that since he had become an elf, he had hardly used blacksmith skills to forge weapons and equipment, and even forgotten his identity as a blacksmith master.

Looking at the blacksmith artifact in his hand, 'Heraldic Mallory’, Abel had some thoughts in his mind that he was sorry for the artifact.

“Let's go, let me build a good sword!” He laughed loudly at his opponent, 'Heraldic Males'.

At this moment, he had forgotten the exhaustion of the day, and he was only trying to build a good sword, a weapon that he had forged a little with his own hands.

Though he knew that no matter how high he forged, he could not forge a better weapon than the one used in his hand, his heart grew enthusiastic at the moment.

Instead of using Chassis's blacksmith shop in Camp Rogue, he chose a hell of a furnace he'd cleaned up before, where the altar was originally one of the best blacksmith workstations.

Though the darkness of the world was darkened at this time, the colors of Hell's furnace were red, and the magma surrounding Hell's furnace reflected the scores of the heavens and the earth.

Standing in front of the altar, he took out the iron extract he had forged a long time ago and placed it in the lava beside the altar.

The flame in the magma quickly softens the iron elixir, whose spiritual power grabs the burnt iron elixir and places it on the altar.

He held ‘Heraldic Males' in his hand, a feeling connected to flesh rising from the 'Heraldic Males’ in his hand, although for a long time he was not equipped with forged weapons, but when he was ready to wave 'Heraldic Males’ again, the feeling peculiar to the master of blacksmiths returned.

Coupled with his time in the dark world, he had not been exposed to forging for at least a decade, and when he heavily smashed down the 'Heraldic Mares' in his hand, he felt his soul integrated with the iron fines on the anvil, ‘Heraldic Mares', like his hand, changing the shape of the iron fines as he wished.

He forgot the skill of formerly mastering a few hammers after becoming a master of blacksmiths, as he did when he was a beginner at blacksmith, constantly hitting on the iron elite with 'Heradic Mallers'.

A joy rises in his heart, with a smile on his face, and he is not so much building weapons as playing with pleasure.

The initial kind of forging happiness emerged, not forged for forging, not for fame, just for a preference.

In this forging, his body and mind are in a strange state, with countless twice-synthesized water spirit fruit juices and a nourished soul with ‘rabbit essence’ added to the dish, at a time when he is in a resonance with the body.

To be honest, Abel's soul is afraid to be the most stable soul in the world, because for other professionals, don't say twice synthetic water spirit fruit juice, which is a synthetic water spirit fruit juice that touches and purifies his soul, but for him it's just a good drink.

This is also reflected in the dishes of the Golden Castle, which have been pursued wildly by senior professionals in the Central Continent, and for which he is only a appetite.

Today he feels different, his soul trembles with the iron sperm he beats every time he beats, and he can clearly perceive every point in the iron sperm.

Tie Jing slowly turned into a long sword, a knight's sword that was rarely used in the central continent, like the one he had built countless times in the Holy Land.

Unconsciously, the lava around the furnace was constantly pouring red red light toward the altar, and Abel, who forged his body and mind, did not find these, and he was in a strange state at the time.

With a total of 500 strokes, he felt all comfort and a strong golden glow from the knight's sword, which was stable in spirit.

As the golden light emanates and is sucked into the body of the sword, the final state of the knight's sword appears in front of him.

This is a golden quality knight's sword with his own name, the first time he has built a golden quality sword with his own name.

Hell Plague

+2 Flame Skill

+77% Increase Damage

Increase Flame Damage by 25-75

Increases toxic system damage by 28-56 for 6 sec

Steal Magic when 5% hit

5% of hits steal life

This weapon is far less than the 'oak heart’ in his hand, but it is a golden quality named weapon that he forged entirely with his own hands and has excellent properties, at least this one attribute to any Fire Knight Chief, or Fire Wizard is an excellent weapon or a substitute for Staff.

“Ha-ha-ha!” He laughed with the sword of the Hot Horseman of Hell, full of excitement and joy.

He felt incredible happiness, a simple happiness, forging his original ability to learn and his standing on the Holy Land.

When he arrived in the Central Continent, he found that the position of the master of blacksmiths was not high in the Central Continent, which left him without good physical and mental forging for a long time.

This time forging again, his level rose dramatically, while also giving him a sense of enrichment, which came from the body and soul.

Just as he laughed, the alchemy pattern in his body shined a strange glow, and the golden alchemist pattern followed his laughter with a crack in the lane.

He felt the change in the alchemist pattern in his body, not afraid, but particularly happy.

The change in the alchemist's pattern represents a breakthrough, followed by a promotion.

“No, I can't be promoted in the dark!” Abel suddenly thought of a feeling that if promoted in the dark world, the promotion would probably trigger some anomalies that might not be recognized in another world.

He believed in his senses that, although the temper of promotion had risen, affecting his Lord's soul, his Druid soul controlled a little of his spiritual strength, activated a 'Town Transmission Scroll’ and controlled his body into the portal, returning to the Fortress of Demons.

Then Druid's soul took control of his spiritual power and activated the transfer station, returning to Camp Rogue through the transfer station and opening the portal again, returning to the refinery of the Golden Castle on the Central Continent.

It was early in the morning, half elf servants in Golden Castle were busy, two chefs were preparing breakfast, and Mayer Butler was hosting the first guests of the morning in the restaurant.

It was a normal morning, just a strong promotion from the main building of the Golden Castle, at which time the 10 guests who were guests of the Golden Castle saw the colours.

Today, Conrad Grand Druid brought his senior Druid disciple to the Golden Castle a long time ago, first admiring the ‘legendary light’ in the early morning sun and then waiting in the restaurant.

For this breakfast, he lined up for more than forty days just to give his disciple a chance to get a promotion.

“What kind of promotion is this? How could it be so strong?” A rule wizard who also came with a disciple asked strangely.

“Look in the direction, that's where Master Bennett lives, isn't that where Master Bennett's Rondroy was promoted?” Another rule-wizard perceived the direction of promotion as well.

“No, this is definitely not Druid's promotion!” Conrad Grand Druid gave a positive answer.

For a Grand Druid, it is impossible to make a mistake in identifying the same promotion as Druid.

“How could it not have been, such a strong promotion, from Master Bennett again, was someone else promoted?” There is some uncertainty about a rule wizard.

At this point, all the formations in the Golden Castle were shining, not that the formations were activated, but that the heart of the formations was the work of the alchemists, which echoed the spirit of promotion.

This uplift is like the king of alchemy, and all the alchemy is cheering.

Conrad Grand Druid stared at a magic ring on his finger, the only life-saving magic thing on him, and as a less combative Grand Druid, the magic thing was not overly important to him.

But at that time, the magic ring on his finger was glowing, you know that the magic ring was connected to his mental power, but his mental power did not feel the abnormality of the magic ring in front of him.

The light on the magic ring was telling him that the magic ring pointed to an anomaly.

It is not here that a professional Conrad Grand Druid discovered abnormalities in his alchemy work, more alchemy on several rule wizards, and more light on them.

“In the end, what happened, how did I feel that all the alchemy was alive?” A rule wizard shouted out.

At this time, every inch of the ground, wall, and roof of the Golden Castle is glowing, and you can see how many formats the entire Golden Castle has arranged and how many precious materials it uses.

Knowing that the heart of every formation is made of alchemy, the formations that Golden Castle usually hides will not be discovered.

But now it's time for all the professionals in the place to see the horrors of the Golden Castle, which took so much wealth to build.

“Goddess on, is Master Bennett about to be promoted to a pharmacist?” At this point, Conrad Grand Druid suddenly thought of a possibility, and he shouted with excitement.

None of the professionals present were weak, even the disciples who followed them were at least senior professionals, and their perceptions clearly felt that this strong promotion was very different from that of ordinary combat occupations.

As the voice of Conrad Grand Druid reminded all professionals of the possibility of this statement.

It's just that there's never been a pharmacist in the Central Continent, and nobody's sure what they think.

And everything in front of them tells them that all the alchemy is alive and shining, seemingly welcoming the emergence of the king, within the temper of promotion.

Abel doesn't know what's going on out there, and the alchemist pattern in his body has broken into pure alchemy.

He needed to paint this energy again as an alchemist's pattern, which was a very easy task, because for him, no matter how complex the pattern was, it would become simple with the help of the stone fragments of the world.

But at this point, he discovered that no matter what his spiritual power might have caused, that group of alchemy energy could not be activated.

Just after he tried so many times, he felt countless little light dots lit up around his body, which affected his alchemy, and his alchemy flashed.

In fact, it's very dangerous for an alchemist to start with the promotion of an advanced alchemist to an alchemist.

The reason why alchemists are among the rarest in the entire central continent is that the risks are too great.

And Master Alchemist to Master Alchemist, since the ancient war destroyed everything, no one can successfully promote.

The risks have been inundated in history and are not documented at all.

Abel was given a promotion this time, not knowing if it was a blessing or a scourge.