Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 57 Making Magic Equipment
"Target is dead!"

"Extract magic energy!"

"Get 100 points of magic energy!"

"Get 300 experience points!"

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"Target is dead!"

"Get 200 experience points!"

……

Brian looked at the system prompt that popped up after killing the two ogres, and nodded with satisfaction.

It has to be said that the ogre, a large evil creature, has gained very high experience points, and it is not in vain for him to waste such a long time.

It's a pity that these silly big guys who like to keep to themselves, although they are strong and strong, have low intelligence and lazy mind, and are notorious for their sudden violent tempers.

Being insulted or called by their first name, or even glancing at them accidentally, may instantly trigger the ogre's anger.

The ogre whose rage is aroused has never had the so-called overnight feud-in fact, it is because their brains are not very good, and they forget it the next day.

Furious ogres are very terrifying. With a natural strength of 19, they will recklessly smash the surrounding objects and creatures until there is nothing to vent their anger on.

This also directly makes ogres an extremely dangerous existence in the eyes of both the evil camp and the intelligent race, and it is usually as soon as they are eliminated, which eventually leads to their number becoming smaller and smaller.

Nowadays, if you want to encounter ogres in the wild forest, you can only rely on luck, compared with the ogre group that appears in the form of tribes in the main material world.

After a neat battle ended, Brian put away his weapon, resisted the scorching smell in the air, and came to the ogre who was burned by the flames, and then reached out to hold the gun stuck in the eye socket. The sharp arrow, pull it hard.

Scarlet blood spattered from the charred face. The barbed, three-edged arrow pulled at the red flesh inside the eye socket, and Brian forcibly pulled it out.

From the force with which the arrow was pulled out, Brian could clearly feel that the arrow shot at the same part of any intelligent race, even an orc, would directly take their lives.

In this regard, Brian can only secretly thank the Ogre for his strong physique and his timely shot, otherwise the 200 points of experience may be wasted.

I don't know when, the cloud shadow covering the top of the head has quietly dissipated, and the bright crescent moon sprinkles silver light all over the place.

By moonlight, Brian looked into the empty eye sockets of the ogre.

He couldn't help but recall the corpse of the little boy he met in the forest during the day.The ogre's eye socket smashed by the triangular arrow, and the horrifying shape of the ogre's flesh and blood turned out due to the pulling, are so similar.

Brian seemed to have got the answer in his heart. He silently shook off the blood and broken meat on the arrow, put it in front of his eyes, and looked at it carefully.

This is a thirty-inch long sharp arrow, with thin and long eagle feathers inlaid on the tail, and there are grooves on the shaft to make it less prone to bending and lighter in weight.

The purpose of this design can ensure that the moment the arrow shoots out, the sound of breaking through the air is minimized, making it difficult for the enemy to detect and dodge.

This is also the fundamental reason why the army of the human kingdom is unwilling to face the elf ranger in the forest.

Because they often don't know where the enemy is, the sharp arrows that shoot out from the gaps in the treetops quietly kill them.

Looking at the burn marks on the arrow shaft and the spirally arranged arrow feathers, Brian thought, and a simple zero-ring trick "repair" was activated by him.

Accompanied by the sharp arrow in his hand, a faint magical aura flashed.

The black lacquered burn marks on the arrow shaft, the eagle feathers that were completely curled up by the flames, including the three-edged arrow that was darkened due to the blood soaking, all glowed again at a speed visible to the naked eye, and returned to their original state.

"The arrow is well done." Brian casually threw the arrow to the female ranger Toviel who just came over, and praised in a tone without any emotion: "The shooting accuracy is also very high."

As a half-elf who has lived in the holy land of elves for more than ten years, Brian is naturally very aware of some habits of elf rangers.

The arrow shafts they use are made by the elves themselves, and the arrowheads are purchased from some smugglers from humans or dwarves who are willing to pay for their lives. The arrow feathers are usually installed by the rangers who get the arrows themselves. Up.

Its purpose is the so-called 'feel'.

In the holy land of elves, an elf friend Brian knew was very picky about arrows.

Every time he was bored, the other party would subconsciously pull out the arrow, habitually check the arrowhead and fletching, and then make the most delicate trimming.

When selecting arrow shafts, usually only one out of twenty arrow shafts can enter the eye, and the size of the spiral arrow feathers is never shorter than five inches.

Therefore, in the wild forest of Blackman, in many cases, the identity of the owner can be confirmed only by the arrows shot.

Because of the expensive arrows, these elf rangers also developed the habit of taking back the arrows they shot.

Seeing Toviel subconsciously take the arrow in his hand, Brian hesitated for a moment, and finally turned his head away.

In fact, he wanted to add something to the elf girl in front of him: I hope this arrow will not be used on children in the future.

But before he could say anything, he suddenly realized something, and immediately swallowed it back.

Because he doesn't want to participate in this kind of racial hatred war, he also has no right to accuse others of doing something wrong.

This is the so-called 'don't persuade others to do good without suffering others'.

After all, in a modern world with highly advanced technology, Brian has seen so many such things that he is almost numb to the point where he can only rely on the game world to find a little comfort.

If he really said that sentence to the elf girl in front of him just now, it would be good if the other party disdained it.

If you really listened to it, you might lose your life due to unintentional compassion in future battles with humans.

Therefore, he doesn't want to influence other people's judgment with his own words, even if the probability of this is very small, he doesn't want to stand on the commanding heights of morality and talk nonsense.

There will never be empathy in this world, only the cold or warm knows who the knife is inserted in, who will feel the pain.

What he sees is only on the surface, he will never feel the inner emotions, he has not really experienced the lives of others, and he should never attempt to criticize and judge.

This is the biggest problem in human nature. Many people always stand on their own point of view, regard themselves as a moral standard, use a mysterious sense of superiority, delusional to judge and blame others, and even feel complacent, thinking that they are saints.

Never forget that the more people accuse others like this, the more stupid and ignorant they are.

Brian, who intends to remain neutral, knows very well that he will never speculate on other people's world from his own point of view and with his own narrow cognition, because he is not qualified to do so.

Then, Brian got rid of the messy thoughts in his mind, took out a sharp dagger, and walked towards the body of the ogre wizard.

When he came close to the corpse, he squatted down, his eyes locked directly on the ogre wizard's forehead: two short milky white horns about three inches long.

The key factor why ogre wizards are able to awaken their own blood and cast various spells is the two short horns on their foreheads.

These two short horns are not only the difference between them and ordinary ogres, but also the key for these ogre wizards to communicate with the original magic power floating in the air when they cast spells, similar to the role of a receiver.

Although the ogre wizard in front of him had long since died, the short horns on his forehead had naturally become useless due to inactivity.

But when Brian saw the ogre's short horns, he suddenly figured out how to use these two horns to make some simple magic equipment.

In the main material world, this method may be dismissed by the wizard community, and it is considered to be a stall that even apprentices may not be interested in.

However, in this Asno world where even magic equipment is very rare, if it is used properly, its value will undoubtedly be huge.

After Toviel on the side took the sharp arrow thrown by Brian, she first glanced at her brand new arrow in surprise, and then remembered the identity of the other party's wizard, and she was no longer surprised.

After all, tonight, she had seen too many accidents happen to this half-elf.

However, what puzzled her was that when Brian handed her the arrow, what she heard was his appreciation.

But Toviel, who is very sensitive to everything, can clearly hear a few traces of deliberate indifference and alienation in Brian's emotionless admiration.

Because she could feel that as the day progressed, even she herself didn't know why, but the relationship between her and this Brian from Tegrila was quietly drawn closer.

After all, when they first met Brian, the two of them almost unanimously used indifference to cover up their inner emotions.

Tovir once again recalled the rare tenderness he showed to her not long ago when Brian stretched out his hand to stroke his long hair.

However, to her surprise, with the end of the battle with the ogre, Toviel's instinct told herself that the half-elf in front of her was deliberately alienating her.

This unexpected change made her feel secretly disappointed and at the same time incomprehensible.

Thinking of this, Toviel couldn't help turning his eyes to Brian who was squatting on the ground, busy with the corpse of the ogre wizard.

She saw Brian cut off the two short milky horns on the ogre's forehead with the sharp dagger, Qigen.

I saw him frowning and picking up the dagger, drawing a bloodstain on the ogre wizard's relatively intact light blue skin.

Then, to her surprise, the other party tried to peel off all the tough skin of the ogre.

Toviel didn't think it was out of some kind of twisted heart that Bryan tortured the ogre's corpse.

She blindly believed that the other party must be doing this for some purpose, after all, his other identity was the most mysterious wizard in the entire continent.

Moreover, she also saw from the other party's clumsy skinning technique that it was obviously the first time for Brian to do this kind of thing, which made her unable to bear it.

In fact, Toviel guessed right.

Brian was indeed doing this kind of skinning for the first time.

In his previous game career, as a noble mage, he would naturally not do such trivial things, which directly led to his sense of powerlessness in the face of this ogre corpse.

But he had to do this again, because the tough skin of an ogre wizard was naturally a good material for making magic equipment, which was very important to him.

"How about...let me help you." At this moment, Toviel, who came up to him, squatted beside Brian, she hesitated for a moment, and then she took the initiative to speak.

The cool scent of mint dilutes the blood in Brian's nasal cavity, and he subconsciously raises his slightly stiff neck to meet the sincere aqua blue eyes of the elf girl.

Brian was silent for a moment, then grunted unmoved as a response, then gripped the bloody dagger tightly and continued to get busy.

(End of this chapter)