The Amber Sword

Charles smiled slightly when he saw the card and replied: "Lord, this is a rare wind card. Six series fate cards are the least common wind system. Wind card spells are flexible and versatile, good at defense and counterattack, difficult to master, but powerful. ”

“Why don't you just tell me how it works.” Brando turned a white eye.

Charles hey hey smile: “What this card means, Lord, is that when you present this card - in addition to paying 1 Wind element from inside the Element Pool - you pay extra Mana from your Mana Pool - each Mana summons a Windy Spider. ”

Brando, he now has 2.9 energy levels of will, 15 magic points. Isn't that a one-time payment he can summon 15 level 5 wind spiders?

But Charles is not finished yet, and he continues: "And the Dead Spider creates a whirlpool of magic, each absorbing a little bit of magic from your enemy's pool of magic. ”

After listening, Brando sucks in a breath of cold air. Where is this summoning spider? It's a bunch of live magic bombs. He wanted to be able to summon a spider army once and for all.

And if he's lucky enough to get that legendary source of magic jewelry, doesn't he have a horrible army of magic burning anytime, anywhere?

He smashed it and smashed it. At first, he thought the card was a chicken rib. Now it doesn't look like a chicken rib, it's a terrible killer.

But before he could finish his excitement, Barthom in the back couldn't help clapping his hands and shouting: "Well, the show has finally begun -! ”

Brando, that's when he raised his head, and this is when he saw that the shiny dwarf sword had been placed on the table below, and that dark green light on the sword's surface had almost explained its properties, but the auctioneer obviously handled it as a few of the entries on the roller shaft--

The auctioneer picked up the sword and said, "This is a dwarf forged sword. It's like a work of art in itself. It's worth a lot, which naturally doesn't have to be said. And yet, on top of this perfection, a brilliant alchemist has made it a great magic sword ——"

“Magic Sword.” He repeated it.

The auction house was quiet for a moment.

Those microlight magic objects and pseudo-magic objects are in fact commonly called alchemy in public, but only those truly powerful swords can mark the title of magic sword, as the auctioneer put it, clearly proves that he has exactly such a sword.

None of the adventurers, mercenaries, or knights are heartbroken by a weapon of good standing, so they have to hold their breath.

But as if to prove himself, the auctioneer suddenly backfired. The sword was cut on the felt behind him, the sparks were splashed, and almost everyone at Nodak's auction heard a chirp - after the sword had passed, a deep mouth had appeared on the surface of the metal, and not only that, but the marks of a corrosion on the incision were so impressive.

Everyone sucks in a breath of cold air and even the upper compartment is silent for a while.

The auctioneer lays down his sword and claps his hands: “This sword is called the heart of the tree, and the bottom price is 25,000 torr, at least five percent of the bottom price at a time. ”

“Start shooting now...”

When Antina heard the offer, she couldn't help but frown: “Could it be a little higher?” After all, she is a nobleman and does not know what a good weapon means for those who are born and die all the time.

“Of course not,” Barthom shook his head resolutely: "If I hadn't known it was Lord's work, I would have done the same. Most of the adventurers and colleagues sitting here have little savings, magic swords, and I don't think they're going to miss this opportunity. Unless he doesn't need a sword. ”

As if to echo him, his voice had just fallen and the first bidder raised the sign.

Then, one after another, the brand was raised in succession, without even the auctioneer to promote the atmosphere, and the battle for the sword entered the stage of whiteheat.

The price reached almost 60,000 tolls at a dazzling rate, and then there were only four or five mutually responsive voices left on the scene.

The cripple recognized only one of them, and he told Brando that it was the deputy head of the Silver Wings Cavalry.

Brando thought it would be best if the leader of the Silver Wing Cavalry Corps joined him. In the future, sooner or later, he would have to kill the walking dog, and return the original.

By the time he thought about it, the price had climbed to 70,000 Torr, when two more people had left. Only the Vice Commander of the Silver Wing Cavalry Regiment remains, as well as the nobility in the other two first compartments.

The Vice Commander of the Silver Wings Cavalry raised the price to 75,000 Torr, forcing him to retreat from his other opponent. However, the last of his counterparts did not seem to intend to give up, and after a brief silence, the auctioneer's assistant re-read the man's offer.

Ninety thousand torr.

It's like a layer of ice already in the audience. People couldn't help but look back and see who was holy in that compartment. Even the cripples couldn't help wondering if it was Count Narkin's agent inside.

“If it's the old Nagin, it's a battle of temper between the Legion of the White Beatles and the local nobility. That's good news, my lord.” The cripple winked and smiled.

But at this time, there was another sound coming out of the crowd.

Hundred thousand.

Brando couldn't help but turn around. When Barthom saw the man, he couldn't help but look at him. Before he could wait for the cripple to speak, he said, "Lord Knight, that's Lord Tester's man. ”

“What's he doing down there?” Brando asked.

“God knows.” Fire Redbeard mercenaries shook their heads.

But Brando doesn't mind that this weapon falls into the hands of his potential enemies, which is a rare sword for Batom and others, but in his view it is just that. In the Freeport of Ambethel, such transactions take place almost every day, but Prague is too remote.

The Vice Commander of the Silver Wings Cavalry Corps, thinking about it, finally raised the price. But it was eventually defeated by Viscount Tester for 110,000 tolls.

Next, the nobility in the first compartment fought again and the price climbed once to 130,000 Torr.

“It does not appear to be the agent of Count Narkin.” Antitina said.

Brando nodded and his heart was slightly loose. His psychological value ranges from 100,000 to 150,000 tolls, and he can now be said to have achieved a satisfactory result, with close to 160,000 tolls available before and after even paying the handling fee, at least more than enough for the implementation of the following plan.

But God seemed intent on giving him a surprise on this day, and just as Viscount Tester was reborn, a new hunter joined the fight.

The auctioneer couldn't help but put down the hammer and look up at the third floor of the aristocratic compartment with amazement and wonder who was holy there.

Brando has turned around and asked for a limp on one side, but the limp hasn't come up with one for half a day.

The nobility in the first compartment finally hesitated, and the other side considered it for half a day, giving the price of 160,000. But the mysterious character in the third compartment responded immediately and the price was raised to 170,000 ——

Seventeen thousand.

Brando, Antitina, Barthom, Charles and the cripple face each other, even if it is a magical sword, it should not be worth it.

No one answered for a long time.

Not just the attendees, but the ‘audience' below is dead silence.

The auctioneer almost reacted after taking a breath. With his trembling hammer and three hammers, this heartbreaking performance finally came to a close in everyone's doubts.

In the end, what happened before?

“Seventeen thousand?” Barthom shot a limp face: “Limp, have you ever seen so much money? ”

Even if it's a cripple known for its insight, it's a little unreal at the moment. Although it was not the first time he had seen hundreds of thousands of torres of high transaction prices in this auction house, none of that money had anything to do with him, but this time, the money was more or less in touch with him.

This contact is enough to make the traitor in Black Pepper Lane a little incapacitated. You know, it's been twenty or thirty years since he raised his profits, and all his savings are just tens of thousands of torres.

And Antina grabbed her coat and deliberately kept herself from showing shock, but this nobleman Qianjin's performance at this moment was really unwieldy, and Charles on one side couldn't help but be handsome.

When Brando went to see Little Roman, the businesswoman looked happy, and she was happy to take a little notebook and say, "Brando, we have the money. ”

Brando smiled.

On the other hand, it seems that the auctioneer intended the auction to end in an exciting battle for me, Brando's tree heart had just withdrawn, and what was new to the stage made everyone almost stop breathing for a moment.

“Spark! ”

“Oh, my God, Spark! ”

“Someone's auctioning the spark!” The exclamation echoed in an auction hall that was not wide open.

Brando turns around and says to Charles, "This is the thrust of the auction, unfortunately, otherwise our tree heart can be the thrust. ”

Charles nodded.

But Brando didn't mean it to be a shame, but he went on to say, "Every spark in Eruin is made in the Temple of Fire, and the Javier sect is so bright to sell, it seems, to raise money. It's just that the Javier sect is known to fall to the royal family. I don't know what the royal family is doing this time, but it needs to be used to raise money in this way.”

Charles thought about it and said, "Could it have something to do with this war? ”

Brando thought about it, but there was no record of it in his memory. He nodded and raised his head, feeling that the atmosphere around him had suddenly changed.

Tension had been spreading around, and he couldn't help but think about the change - it seemed that some people had already been informed and ready.

“Shall we join?” Antitina asked later.

Brando thought about it and decided not to participate in this big fish eating small fish game, at least as far as the current situation is concerned, he won't win the competition at all.

He shook his head, saying what he was about to say, and suddenly felt the light around him dim again.

“What are these people up to?” Batom couldn't bear to curse.

But Brando and the lame have seen the auctioneer on the stage change his face.

There's a problem!

Young men and old spicy black-hearted merchants simultaneously reach for weapons that are recently available ——

Then, without any warning, the torches on the four walls were extinguished suddenly, and suddenly they fell into darkness.

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