Sword of Dawn

He knew who he was and how famous he was as the "Legend of Resurrection". Although he shouted very arrogantly at the beginning, he was obviously vain - he didn't make a move for so long, I'm afraid he really didn't dare to make a move.

But he commanded the tree man to fight again, and he didn't leave in a hurry, which shows that he probably guessed the situation that "Gaowen Cecil was in a weak period after his resurrection"!

He is observing and judging how much power this "legendary" of himself has after being resurrected. He is undoubtedly taking a risk—and there is definitely something worth taking this risk in this place.

The thoughts in Gao Wen's mind were fast, and he had already thought of a lot of things in just two or three sword strikes, although he still didn't know how this cultist learned about himself, and understood or deduced How much, I don't know what this cultist wants to get here, but this does not prevent him from setting a little trap to get rid of the opponent as soon as possible.

In the blink of an eye, he pierced the magic core of a tree man with a sword, but when he pulled out the sword, he deliberately made his hand tremble, as if his strength had suddenly ceased.

Chapter 0129 The Hidden Weapon of Justice

Gao Wen didn't know if his acting skills were up to standard, but he thought that cultist would definitely be fooled.

Because he himself is indeed in a weak state, and he really doesn't have the strength of a true legend-he doesn't need acting skills at all!

For Gao Wen, who knows his own weight, it is much easier to pretend that he is weak in combat power than to pretend that he is still in its heyday 700 years ago.

Sure enough, at the same time when he deliberately showed his lack of energy and physical coordination, the figure shrouded in the black robe began to move.

It was the expression of aura, the aura of finally confirming the fighting spirit and preparing to end the game. From the corner of his eyes, Gawain saw the black robe of the cultist tremble, and the arm hidden under the robe was raised towards this side— ——An obvious wave of magic power then gathered in his hands.

Gao Wen had been waiting for this moment for a long time, but he did not attack, but pretended to be disturbed by the corrupted tree man, and moved a few steps in the direction of the cultist - he shortened the distance, but in the eyes of the opponent , but this is exactly the act of sending the body within the magic range.

The mutated and obscure druid spell took shape in an instant, and a gray-green ball of light filled with decaying power flew out from under the robes of the black-robed cultist. Gawain had already locked onto the trajectory of this ball of light, and he couldn't even He didn't dodge or dodge, but propped up the knight's protective aura the moment the ball of light hit him, and started charging at the same time!

The "Ball of Corruption" traced a soundless trajectory in the air, and hit Gawain's shoulder armor firmly, but at the same time, a circle of translucent energy fluctuations rippled on the shoulder armor, dispelling all the power of the magic ball invisible , while Gao Wen turned into a white light in the blink of an eye, and raised his long sword to chop off the head of the cultist!

The cultist was obviously stunned for a moment, but he had already fallen into this trap: Just like any spellcasting profession, druid spells have a magic buffer after casting spells. After the previous spell expired, his spiritual sea was in turmoil. Facing the knight charging towards him at this moment, he couldn't even cast the simplest spell of protection.

But just when Gao Wen thought that this cultist would use the magic weapon he carried to resist his slash, he saw this guy make an amazing operation that he never expected——

The man in black suddenly retreated half a step to dodge the downward chop, followed by an iron bridge narrowly and narrowly dodged Gawain's subsequent horizontal slash, and then rolled over on the spot with no time left, and spun up while supporting himself with one hand , and at the same time as getting up, the other hand reached towards his waist, and he pulled out a shining one-handed sword in a flash, and blocked Gawain's third pursuit with a "bang" sound!

At this moment, Gao Wen's eyes almost rolled down.

But he didn't have time to wonder, because this cultist had already avoided several of the most dangerous attacks, and he was recovering his posture, and once this guy with both magic and martial arts really regained his posture, it might be difficult to handle .

So Gawain directly poured the knight's aura into the pioneer sword, and the blade instantly ignited nearly a thousand degrees of heat, and at the same time pressed down hard with both hands-although the block of the cultist was amazing, but after all, the level gap is too big , After only holding on for less than two seconds, he had no choice but to roll and dodge the scorching blade that was almost igniting him at the cost of his left arm being injured.

Gao Wen chased after him, and the Pioneer Sword slashed continuously like a blood-colored blade of light, leaving twisted arcs of high heat in the air one after another. Gao Wen was even more astonished when something happened - this guy all in black actually forcibly relied on his extremely exquisite swordsmanship to temporarily equalize himself!

What is the origin of this product? !Is this a cultist with only level five?Is it said that all things will be legal druids at the end of their lives? !

The one-handed swordsmanship of the black-robed cultist was unbelievably superb, and Gawain soon discovered that it was really pure swordsmanship, without any extraordinary power that belonged to knights or warriors—his every sword was just right, whether it was offensive or defensive. Youdu, relying entirely on his skilled skills and combat experience to resist Gao Wen's offensive, without the aura of protection, nor the infusion of magic power and extraordinary skills, he has resisted until now with only one hand of swordsmanship!

In this world, there are still such martial artists who do not mix extraordinary powers, but simply practice their skills and accumulate experience?So what's up with this guy's druid spell?Or is there some unknown career system in the end of all things?

Gao Wen had a lot of question marks in his head, but the cultists who were facing him were already miserable: Although they had persisted for such a long time with their superb swordsmanship, the difference in rank was hard to ignore. If the man in black was holding an ordinary steel sword instead of a blessed one-handed sword, he would have been chopped off by Gawain within a few rounds of the battle. .

After several consecutive attacks, Gawain pushed his opponent into a corner. He decided not to think about the opponent's sword skills, but directly mobilized the magic power in his body. At the same time, he raised the pioneer sword high and released the high-ranking knight. "Steel Storm" will only be mastered.

The black-red sword blade swung down, and a burst of strong light burst out in the air. In the light, the sword blade suddenly seemed to split into countless pieces, and a piece of sword light smashed down like a torrential rain of steel, and each sword The sword carried a powerful shock wave. Under the impact of the fiery "steel storm", the solid ground of the castle was shattered and rolled up like sand, and was engulfed by the shock wave and rolled towards the man who had completely lost the chance to cast spells. A cultist who lost his chance to block.

The figure in the black robe seemed to have given up resisting as well. He stood there in a daze until the steel storm's blade and the shock wave smashed him and the surrounding stones into pieces, and continued to rush along with the unabated shock wave. To the walls of the chamber.

Amidst the loud noise of rock shattering, a big hole was broken in the castle's solid boulder wall, and the shock wave rushed into the night outside before finally dissipating.

After a while, the few corrupted treants standing in the hall stopped their movements one after another, hanging their arms stiffly like robots that had lost their commands, and then they shook a few times, and the dark red glowing core followed. When it was extinguished, the dead branches and rotten leaves that had lost their life long ago fell to the ground: these twisted things that stood up against the laws of nature returned to their original appearance.

Amber jumped out of the shadow form, sat down on the ground and gasped for breath: "Hoo... Phew... I'm so exhausted..."

Knight Philip was also panting heavily. Those corrupt tree men catalyzed by magic power were not easier to deal with than ordinary low-level knights, but he couldn't do such a shameful move as Amber, so he just supported his body with his sword. And looked at Gao Wen with admiration: "My lord, that cultist was killed by you."

However, Gao Wen didn't look very happy. He frowned and came to the big hole, looking down at the scorched black fragments left by the cultists after their bodies were smashed to pieces——due to the astonishing heat contained in the Pioneer Sword, these wreckages were already severely damaged. Carbonized, no traces of blood and flesh can be seen at all: "It's not right... I always feel that it's not right in the end..."

Pittman walked over, bent down to pick up a piece, and slowly crushed it in his hands. After a while, his face turned gloomy: "This is burnt bark—the sorcery of the fallen druid, that guy Ran!"

……

At the same time, on the roof near the outer corridor of Viscount Andrew's castle, a cluster of abnormally growing and lush vines suddenly rustled and squirmed, and then a large bag suddenly bulged out of the vines, accompanied by a disgusting , Like the sound of mucus surging, the large bag in the vine was torn from it, and a figure in a black robe came out in a panic.

This black shadow is just a member of the Church of the End of Everything who managed to escape. He exudes a burnt smell all over his body, his left arm is dripping with blood, and hangs powerlessly beside him. The robe on his body is also torn and the hood is even worse. It disappeared, revealing the face of a thin, pale middle-aged man with messy short brown hair.

He was still holding the "one-handed sword" in his right hand, but now only a small half of this valuable extraordinary weapon was left.

Cursing in a low voice, the cultist put away the small half-cut sword, staggered forward, and prepared to escape from this place before the terrifying opponent could react.

But as soon as he took two steps, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the corner not far away.

Standing there, Knight Byron happened to be looking up at the cultist who emerged from a clump of vines and looked seriously injured. The two of them looked at each other for a while, but neither of them reacted.

But the stupefaction only lasted for a blink of an eye, and the cultist soon came to his senses, and raised his finger to the knight who somehow survived in front of him, fighting the stinging pain in his brain, and began to forcibly chant a spell, preparing to get rid of this roadblocker.

And Knight Byron also reacted in an instant. He took out something in his arms, fiddled with something, and threw it at the opponent: "Eat my hidden weapon of justice!"

An upright knight would shout out even when throwing a concealed weapon.

The cultist just smiled disdainfully, and easily caught the "hidden weapon" thrown at him by Byron—although he was seriously injured, he would not be assassinated by a third-level knight, let alone this third-level knight. Not long after he fell under the curse of his sorcery, and is now also weak!

"You think too highly of yourself," the cultist grabbed the projectile thrown by Byron. He didn't sense any toxicity or magical aura in operation from this thing, so he didn't worry at all, "Alright, just use you To replenish my life...huh?"

He suddenly heard a ticking sound coming from his hand...

Byron clearly saw that the cultist had reacted at the last moment—the crystal grenade was completely mechanical before it exploded, and there was indeed no magical reaction in it, but the magic breath of the energy storage crystal was still there after careful perception. It can be sensed that a middle-level extraordinary powerhouse will of course realize that something is wrong after becoming vigilant, but his reaction is still a bit slow, even though he has already thrown the grenade out, and the body of the body protection spell floats. Brilliant, but the rune trigger has been pressed, and the detonation circle has been activated.

Grabbing the fireball with bare hands, and catching the fireball close to the face, what stands out is a thriving trance.

But after all, it is an extraordinary powerhouse who has reached the middle level. Even if he is seriously injured, the protective magic weapon he carries and his physical strength still exist. In a flash of light, the few pieces of protective equipment he had left activated automatically and withstood the deadliest damage. In the end, his entire right arm was shattered in the explosion, but the rest of his body jumped violently on the impact of the explosion. Go out and disappear into the night in the blink of an eye.

Chapter 0130 The Viscount Who Lived

The meeting hall in the castle was devastated beyond recognition after a fierce battle. Those tree men destroyed all the doors and windows. The poison dripping from them made the originally luxurious and exquisite carpet smell pungent, and Gawain's last blow made it even worse. It smashed the entire ground in the southeast corner of the meeting room, and opened a big hole in the wall that reached the ceiling—no matter how you look at it, the house must be repaired.

But compared to the losses that the Leslie family suffered in this disaster, Gawain was more worried about such a toss, that the cultist still escaped.

The Society of the End of Everything, a heretical sect formed by fallen druids, their sorcery is really hard to guard against.

Pittman immediately began to prepare ritual spells, preparing to track the aura of the cultist: According to him, there are many restrictions on escape spells in such emergency situations, especially druids are not good at running. Most of its transfer spells need the power of plants, so the opponent probably didn't run far, and there is a high possibility that they are still in the castle after a transfer.

But just as the old druid took out the leaves and ointment for casting spells, a loud noise suddenly came from the dark night.

That was the sound of a crystallized grenade exploding, and the direction... seemed to be exactly where Knight Byron was!

Gao Wen's face changed suddenly, and he suddenly realized what happened: "Quick! Go to the corridor area!"

However, by the time they arrived at Byron's location, the cultists had disappeared.

They only saw a piece of torn apart vines torn apart by the blast wave, the remains of flesh and blood scattered on the ground, and the middle-aged Mr. Knight standing by the wall with a helpless expression on his face.

Gawain looked at Byron, "You'd better tell me that the cultist was blown to pieces by one of your crystal grenades, and he is the one on the floor..."

Byron spread his hands helplessly: "Then I'll tell you that if you're willing to hear it."

Gao Wen: "..."

"The floor is indeed a part of that guy, but I didn't expect the body of a legal professional to be so strong," Byron explained what happened just now, "...then the grenade exploded, but the guy responded It was too fast. The grenade was taken away at the moment of the explosion, and there were many life-saving things hidden on his body. In the end, an arm was blown off. He himself fled into the forest behind the castle and disappeared. I thought Tracking, but the moment he entered the mountain forest, his breath seemed to disappear."

"After all, he is a Druid." Gao Wen frowned. What happened on Byron's side was full of twists and turns. First, a cult member bumped into a weak Byron by accident, and then an illiterate cultist took over the grenade Explosion technique, and then the cultist who was stuck in the face with a burst of flames ran away... It can only be said that that guy really deserves his life, he is destined not to die tonight.

Gao Wen knew very well that he had already severely injured the opponent. Under the circumstances at that time, even if he used magic to escape, that cultist could not completely escape the aftermath of the steel storm, but he did not expect that the fifth-level member of the Death of All Things Cultist was not only a demon Wu Shuangxiu was still a krypton gold warrior, and in that situation, he still had life-saving props on him... The rich play the way the rich play.

"It's impossible to catch up," Pittman looked regretfully at the dense forest behind the castle. The forest grew along the western slope of the Tanzania Mine and was connected with the distant forest. With our current manpower, don't expect to find it."

"We let go of a hidden danger." Philip Knight said in a heavy and serious tone.

"No, according to the habit of the Doom Society, if their actions in an area fail and their whereabouts are exposed, then unless there are enough important goals for them to sacrifice a large number of organization members, they will never act again for a period of time," Pete said. Man shook his head, "A druid cult that is not good at fighting professions can survive and grow to this day, it is not due to recklessness."

"Anyway, at least we have resolved the crisis in this place," Gawain sighed, suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, and quickly ordered, "Pittman, go to the atrium and find a way to release the magic on those victims. How much, Byron, Philip, and you two go to help."

Human life is at stake, and the three of them received the order without any delay, nodded and agreed immediately, and left after accepting the order.

"Let's go back to the hall just now." Gao Wen looked at Amber again, "That poor Viscount Andrew is still hanging out."

While speaking, he turned his head and prepared to leave the roof.

But just before he was about to take a step, a sudden flash of light in the darkness caught his attention.

Gao Wen immediately stopped, and went to the location where the light flashed just now to examine carefully, and soon he found what he was looking for among the messy vines and fallen leaves that had begun to wither: it was a piece of charred black broken finger , also wearing a small ring on his finger.

This is obviously a remnant of the black robe cultists.

"Hey, you also have the habit of searching for corpses after fights, I thought you were such a decent person..." Amber approached curiously, but was attracted by the things in Gao Wen's hands just after speaking, "Huh? The ring? And it's not broken?!"

Gao Wen took off the small ring from the carbonized finger without much effort. Half of the surface of the ring had been blackened, but the rest of the ring was still shimmering with bright silver under the starlight. In theory, this "accessory" that directly faced the explosive power of the crystal grenade was just as Hu Po said, and it was not damaged at all!

After a little wiping, it still shines!

Gawain frowned slightly as he looked at the ring. He vaguely felt that it looked familiar.

Soon he remembered where he had seen something similar.

Gao Wen took off his gloves, he was wearing an identical ring!

That's right, this is...

"I'm going to make a token of love?!" Amber yelled suddenly, "He wears the same ring as this cultist! What's the relationship between you two?!"

"If you keep yelling, I'll really hit you on the ground with a sword, don't you believe it? You can't even pry it out!" Gawain glared at Amber, then lowered his head, and put the two rings together, "Looks like it really is Mithril Ring..."

"Ring of Mithril?" Amber vaguely remembered where the ring on Gao Wen's hand came from. She remembered the trip to the capital a few months ago, and remembered the ring called my little that Gao Wen mentioned. Pony’s Mithril Treasure House Agent——Although she failed to meet the agent lady at the time (she was beaten away on the spot, and she didn’t see her face, so she didn’t meet), but Gao Wen got it from the agent. She has seen the ring before, "Mithril treasury?!"

Then she reacted: "You mean, that cultist is likely to be a 'senior customer' of Mithril Treasure Vault just like you?!"

"This kind of ring cannot be distributed casually, and if it is not an important item, it is impossible for a cultist to take this thing with him when he comes out to retaliate against the society." Gawain nodded, "It seems... the secret The business of Yinbaoku is really big."

Amber was dumbfounded: "Aren't they afraid that those cultists will 'return them to death' too?!"

Gao Wen smiled indifferently: "They even dare to take orders from the Elemental King, why not?"

Afterwards, he carefully searched the roof for traces left by the cultists, but found nothing other than the ring in hand.

Other things are really fried and smashed.

Then the two returned to the hall where they had fought before. The lord of Tanzania, Viscount Andrew of the Leslie family, was still there.

In fact, he couldn't go anywhere else at all - he was eroded and tortured by the sorcery of the fallen druids for so many days, and he didn't have any extraordinary strength, so he barely gained a little magical ability entirely by improving the potion. This Viscount Andrew is not much different from ordinary people in terms of magic resistance and physical fitness. He is even weaker due to the usual drug overdose. Even if he is no longer affected by magic, his weak limbs are not enough to make him move.

He could only collapse on his chair, watching a group of people fight and kill half of his hall, and then watched them leave, and then watched Gao Wen and Amber come back.

The only good thing is that the aftermath of the previous battle did not affect him, and the viscount is still intact.

"The cultist is gone," Gawain said without concealment when he came to Viscount Andrew, "but he probably won't come back—in the short term."

Mr. Viscount, who survived the catastrophe, rolled his eyes with difficulty, took a few deep breaths, joy and worry were undisguised on his face, but first he thanked him weakly: "Thank you for your rescue...Duke Your Excellency, now I feel that making friends with you is the most correct decision I have ever made in my life...cough cough...I am starving to death, can you give me some food first?"

Gawain shook his head, and reached out his hand to take out a small crystal bottle: "Although I really want to give you a full meal now, you'd better drink this first."

Viscount Andrew looked at the vial suspiciously: "This is..."

"The potions prepared by the druids in my territory can replenish your physical strength and repair your internal organs." Gawain unplugged the medicine bottle and moved it to the mouth of the man who couldn't even hold the medicine bottle. "The organs in your whole body are dying. Eating food at this time can only kill you. You have to use water to relieve this breath."

Although Pittman often peddled the useless "lucky ointment" on the territory, the functional medicines he prepared were still really useful. Not long after drinking the stamina potion, Viscount Andrew's complexion obviously improved .

Only then did Gao Wen ask: "About that cultist, do you have any information you can tell me? How did you get targeted by an organization like the End of Everything?"

Viscount Andrew tried his best to twitch his face, as if he wanted to make a wry smile, but in the end he couldn't do so. He could only sigh: "Oh...it's just because I dug up something I shouldn't have dug up."

"Dug out something that shouldn't be?" Gao Wen frowned, "What do you mean?"

"I unearthed a fragment of the Eternal Tablet..."

Chapter 0131 Eternal Slate

Some people say that life and death can completely change a person, and some people say that people who escape from death can see it very openly. Regarding these two points, Gawain believes that Viscount Andrew at the moment has a deep understanding.

During the few days under the magical control of the cultists, Viscount Andrew was always awake—his consciousness was trapped in a weakening body, and he was being eroded and tortured by the cultists' frenzied thoughts all day long. Watching "I" promulgate the order of martial law in the whole city, watching my family and servants in my castle being taken away by cultists, watching this glorious family castle fall into darkness and distortion day by day, in this long period that seems to be a hundred years Within a few days, he realized that the king far away in the sky could not save him, the small churches in the town that claimed to be blessed by God could not save him, and even the hundreds of years of glorious inheritance of the Leslie family could not save him.

The one who rescued himself in the end was the ancient duke 700 years ago who came from the lower reaches of the Baishui River.

Destiny is such an inexplicable thing. A bold "investment" a few months ago has now received an exceptionally rich return in a completely unexpected way-a life.

In the lord's meeting room where a big hole was broken, Viscount Andrew, who had regained some strength, sat on his wide chair and told the truth that caused the disaster with a wry smile: "Because a new crystal vein was discovered in the mine, I sent someone to dig a new mine tunnel, but the tunnel collapsed during the excavation process, and the supervisor reported that a large space was found under the mine tunnel..."

Gawain's heart moved when he heard this: So this Viscount Andrew discovered the secrets under his territory?

However, my previous judgment was correct. The viscount did not know the existence of the Gondor ruins before. It was only recently that he discovered that there was another world under the mine...

And Viscount Andrew's narration continued: "Those are some ancient ruins, with ancient, stone-like walls and supporting structures. They are as wide as the corridors in the palace, rather than narrow and cramped tunnels. Most of them collapsed and died. Buried, but there are still some well-preserved places. I sent people to investigate in the ruins, and later they found a room that was tightly locked-the magic seal in the room failed, so the magicians in my territory were very relaxed. Then we unlocked the mechanism in the room, and later we found some ancient objects in it... including a fragment of an eternal stone."

Gawain is no stranger to the Eternal Slate. It is said that all the secrets about the gods in this world come from the mysterious Eternal Slate.In ancient times, when mortals were not exposed to miracles, the Eternal Slate was a complete piece. Later, the sages of humans and other races discovered that slate, and at the moment of contact with it, knowledge about the gods poured in. The heads of those people include the inheritance of divine arts, the distribution of gods, the name and clergy of gods, etc., and the first batch of sages who came into contact with the eternal stone slabs became the earliest "revelators" among mortals, and became the first popes and gods. Holy See.

The Eternal Slate fell apart shortly after, as if the gods did not want mortals to be exposed to the grace beyond their capacity, the mighty Slate became countless fragments and scattered into the world.