The Amber Sword

“What is this?” The little boy flips and measures what's in his hand and lifts it up again - it's a white metal cylinder with a beautiful pattern etched on the surface - "this is the knight's shin armor, the armor on his feet.” The big man took the thing, took it from him, and then put a tall helmet over the latter's head.

The latter immediately felt pitch black in front of him and hurried to support his heavy helmet with his hands, but his head and feet gently knocked on a charred wooden column nearby, causing a friendly low laugh.

The girl with the thick eyebrows couldn't help but glance at the white man and glance at the big man, staring at the latter for a moment. She walked up three steps and two steps, took off the helmet, and the little boy, who turned dizzy, saw the light again and stood on his heels.

But after shaking his head so hard, he looked at the girl's high helmet with pity.

The big guy couldn't bear to laugh at this scene.

The girl with the thick eyebrows glanced at the little boy, "Here you go.” Then the helmet was thrown away, and the latter barely dropped a four-looking fork to secure the helmet. He looked at her with some caution in his arms like a treasure.

“Ever since childhood.” The coarse eyebrowed teenager's heart hated her, causing everyone to laugh again with joy.

Sipamila watched the scene with great interest, and her superior attitude allowed her to retain her natural leadership among the people, who took for granted, as if a clergyman were not so much a nobleman.

And since someone was around to explain to her, "Your Highness, Paluk's father was a fallen knight, and his family assets were not enough for him to walk down this road, so he was sent to Rusta to become an apprentice. ”

“If enough money is earned within two generations, the title can be inherited, but it is also an aristocracy.” There is another person on the interface.

Hippamilla understood why the big man was still very prestigious in the crowd, and if she nodded thoughtfully, it became an endorsement of their words in the eyes of the crowd, and the attitude at one time became even more complimentary.

At this time, the big man in the crowd patted the little boy's head and praised him: "It's a good knight embryo. When I'm developed later, you come and serve me. ”

The little boy seemed to understand, holding his‘ baby ’tight, causing people to laugh again.

But the girl with the big eyebrows looks unhappy: “What's so great about a knight who's a loser? Be honest with my dad as an apprentice. When he learns, my dad will naturally split the business for you. ”

“Yeah, we'll have to call you Mr. Lupak when we marry Miss Adegaya.” Others coaxed.

“Psst!” The girl with the big eyebrows blushed and raised her eyebrows at the crowd.

The big guy just shook his head with a smile.

The crowd joked, but not slowly, and each picked up a defensive weapon from the rubble. Even the girl with the thick eyebrows pulled a crossbow from the burnt wall - the bow was a little burnt, but the strings were intact - and then flipped a clap-sized dagger from the gravel to the waist.

The big guy pointed out that they had never found several sets of cotton coats on the shelf that had not been burned yet. For the untrained, this was probably the only thing they could handle, but it was cumbersome to wear, and the big guy, though falling in the family path, was also fully educated by a knight, not to mention experienced, at least theoretical.

He himself put on a chain armor, a chest armor, took a lot of effort to point someone around him to put it on, put on a light helmet, fasten a strap on his chin, and draw a double-sided sword from a charred wooden barrel. The sword quenched perfectly, with a hidden blue light on the surface, the big man played the edge of the sword blade very professionally, crisp and loud.

“You can't find such a beautiful sword in the best blacksmith shop in the Rossik countryside. ”

While he was talking about carrying a sword, he was also a young walking knight - or at least a knight's squire.

Hippamilla weighed the armor against her head - too thin, too light, which was her assessment, and she wondered how such a lightweight armor could do it. At least half a ton of dragon knights in the Temple of the Earth are heavily armed, excluding horsemen, and even pedestrian knights simply reduce the weight of their armor, but the armor on the upper body is not much different from dragon knights.

In her mind, the armor designed by Lord Lord for the cavemen is in line with her aesthetic aesthetics. Of course, the weight of armor used as a sprint raid is naturally more convenient than that of a knightly armor.

But she didn't say it, knowing that it was a matter of courtesy, and people thought that the clergy looked down on these things at all - although, of course, they did.

They crossed two streets to get here. Luckily, they didn't meet half the Secrets on the way. The earlier wolves seemed to be scattered throughout the city, and the journey was quite unsafe. But no one can guarantee that there will be such good luck next, and the big guy knows that there is a weapons workshop nearby, plus the old man's legs and legs need to stop and rest at any time, so he proposes to come here and take a break and find some weapons for self-defense.

Hipamila naturally has some sense of what it feels like to pass through the area between a travel magician and a fate card, and she naturally agrees.

They did have good luck. When they arrived at the weapons workshop, they only burned half of it. The people in the shop had already run away. After the people pushed down the wall and put out the fire, they found a lot of good things in the house and beneath the ruins.

The crowd was very pleased that the 'splitting’ campaign was popular there, and although the sword armor was now buried beneath the rubble and abandoned, it was worth a lot of money on weekdays. So they wore helmets upside-down, they had all kinds of weapons, they were ridiculous, but they were excited.

Neither did Chipamila urge, and she came alone to the other side of the weapons workshop, saying words of silence, reaching out a finger between the bricks, a slightly invisible light of pale blue spreading from her fingertips and not into the ruins.

The coarse-eyebrowed girl who followed her all the way looked at the scene, carefully asking, “What is this, majesty? ”

“My name is Shipamira, and this is a spell.” Chipamila replied seriously.

“A spell.” The maiden with the coarse eyebrows mumbled and repeated, thinking that this was a spell, which had been the second time the clergyman had performed a miracle, and that the other party did not look as proud of his spell broom as it was of the parish priest.

She was unaware that the capacity of parish priests was limited and that their work was often onerous and that every sacrament had to be used at their discretion to ensure that they were used in the proper places.

Chipamila went on to explain, “This spell ensures that we see hidden magic ripples. ”

The latter listened like a cloud fog, seemed to understand the place nodded, but thought that the clergyman was really approachable, if the parish priest did not hesitate to explain to the people.

Soon after, Chipamila saw a circle of ripples seeping under the masonry, big and small, fine and dense, and she turned a blind eye to the others, only reaching for one of them and screaming, what was rising from the ruins.

The young girl with the thick eyebrows freaked out, without having to say it, she also knew that it was definitely another spell, and she didn't need to know exactly what spell it was, but she saw a pair of silver and white armor rising from under the masonry.

The armor is made of light and thin metal, overlapping each other and stringed together, with a layer of silver and white metal plated on the surface, etched with a beautiful pattern of dense numbness, each fingernail with a carved, fine silver sheep head, each set with a rosy, finely crushed ruby on the head of the sheep, with a soft glow under the fire, at the end of the beauty.

“Ah.” The rough-eyed girl exclaimed.

The armor floated towards Shipamira, and the clergyman reached out to catch it, but did not care about the armor itself. Instead, she extended her finger to the inside of it. The leather inner mat was definitely another layer. She rubbed it gently and a gold card slipped out of it.

Before she could see the face of the card, the card revealed a golden light, and when she got it in her hand, she found that the face had completely changed.

First, the golden deck turned into silver, painted a nun holding the chalice in her hand, singing aloud, surrounded by ghosts, but not invading. On the face of the card it says:

Ironhide Hymn

Faith IV

Light 5, ground 5

Conclusion

Pay X Magic and select X targets to get Immunization 3. (Immune 3 or less damage, or increase Defense by 30%)

Maintain, the Ironhide hymn permanently exists, but every time you maintain it until the next stage, you need to repay your powers.

‘Will is iron, heart is harder than gold...’

Hippamilla's index finger just touched a slightly cooler plate, and a voice came from her heart: "Huh, Hippamilla? ”

“Lord!” Miss Cleric was delighted, she couldn't even care less about the fate card, sinking her heart and answering: “Lord, I am here. ”

“What's the matter with you? How could I contact you all of a sudden?” Brando's voice is a little confusing.

“I understand, perhaps because I have just assimilated a card and the abilities of the travel magician have been automatically enhanced.” Chipamila answered after a little reflection.

“Assimilated cards? ”

Chipamila concentrated and a card appeared in her head, along with the armor.

Brando was in the ruins of the Cat and Beard Hotel, but he couldn't find any useful clues, and there was a hint of Gaia's blood between the ruins, in addition to the corpses of the seven-pointed Secrets.

The angel Aroma was suspended in the middle of the sky, and at this moment it was reduced to a size no different from that of an ordinary man, but it was nonetheless a laugh and a human being could not be closer.

It's demigod.

A little more sacred than the golden people Brando had seen, but a lot less human, always reminding him of things like Milos, the god of giants, as if they were pure war machines.

At this point, when Hippamilla concentrated, he suddenly saw what the latter saw. “Huh?” He said softly. The first thing he noticed was the armor, which was like a player's instinct, and a pale blue frame had subconsciously popped on his retina.

“Is this a fake Telajos fist? ”

“What is the Fist of Terrajos, Lord? ”

“The fist of Terrajos is part of the armor of the strongest knight under Finn Zan. In addition to its own attributes… In addition to its excellent protection, each head of the sheep on its fingernail holds a strong blessing, which from left to right is the mark of the Song Dynasty, the sword of good, the shield of holiness, the heart of no fear, to the crown of glory, the place of martyrdom, the words of humility, the selfless spirit, the corresponding knight Eight Degrees, eight blessings can elevate the strength of the wearer to a level. ”

“Ah?” Shipamira didn't even care about the lightweight armor. At this time, she was also surprised: “So powerful? ”

“Of course, you should only have the Dwarf Master's fake, and while the workmanship is no worse than the original, the blessings in the sheep's head can only be used once a day, and are not as effective as the original. ”

Brando glanced at the data on the pale blue menu, the fake Terrajos fist attributes were slightly worse than the original, but at least it was the work of the Dwarf Master. The original adhered to the constant characteristics of the magical equipment of the Saints' Wartime, adding only a single attribute, with 74 points of power, and the fake used a new process after the first century, with 44 points of power, 15 points of physique, and in fact reached the threshold of the ancient objects.

This is a rare counterfeit that differs from the original.

“Lord, your equipment--?” Chipamila wanted to say that he was armed with a 708 thing during the last battle.

But Brando shook her head and interrupted her: “This thing works better for you, it doesn't really lift me up much, it's one of the most suitable equipment for the mountains, unfortunately, if it's the original version, it can make you fight more than me right now. ”

He said he shook his head somewhat unbelievably, and the fist of Terrajos disappeared after the Battle of the Saints with the death of the knight Terrajos, along with his famous knight armor, the final hub.

This thing hasn't been turned over by the players in the Amber Sword, and according to everyone's guess, the version hasn't been opened yet.

Brando looked at that fate card, and compared to that, he was not so strange about it. Ever since he became a true travel magician, he realized that since the Battle of the Saints, the true travel magician had been almost nil in Warnde, but there were many apprentices like Gijean or two who had the potential to become a travel magician.

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