Primordial Sequence

Master Gangluo looked at the panting elf and tugged on his brown beard.

"If you are really a moon elf royal family, I can help you make an elf sword. You only need to pay me 100 grams of blood. What do you think of this deal?"

Looking at Casca winking at the side, Kamiao nodded knowingly. He was not short of blood, but he was inexplicably curious about the things of the elves.

"Can I see the elven sword you mentioned?"

Master Gangluo saw Camus agree, turned around and went to get the "Elf Sword".

"Kamiu, you are rich. That is magic equipment. Only the captain and Kaxiu of the investigation team have magic equipment. Do you know how expensive it is?"

Camus looked at Casca's exaggerated expression and felt inexplicably better.

"For a minimum of 200 gold coins, a powerful warrior with magic equipment can compete with low-level sequencers without having to pay the price of the sequence, and can be passed down forever. Do you think so?"

Kamuo snapped his fingers, "We'll see."

After a while, Master Gang Luo came out with a gorgeous long sword with some gaps. There were some gorgeous sword patterns on the sword. It was about 70 centimeters long, wide at the front and narrow at the back. It protruded outward and was inlaid with two rubies. It didn't look like a weapon, but more like a decoration. Camus reached out to take the sword, saw two words on it, and couldn't help but read it out.

"Gulu"

As soon as he finished speaking, a small amount of spiritual power was sucked away by the sword, and the entire sword body emitted a faint white light in broad daylight.

"The Elven Sword is endowed with the ability to "tear". When it cuts the enemy's body, it will cause him great trauma. The wound will not heal. Whenever a monster comes within 100 meters, it will emit a white light to remind the owner. "

"Are there monsters around here?"

Gang Luo shook his head, "This is just because you awakened it. It seems that you are really from the Elf Royal Family. This Elf Sword from the "Second Era" was once the sword of a friend of mine. He was also from the Elf Royal Family of the Moon. It's a pity that he Died in the accident three years ago."

"What accident?"

Casca pinched his fingers heavily, "On the "Dark Element Day" three years ago, that day... the sun in the sky did not rise, and everyone was silent in panic. Sequence eight, sequence five, fifty percent All the professionals in the world have turned into "strangers". All major organizations are struggling to kill these mutated monsters. Sequence 8 and Sequence 5 are even more severely damaged. They have no choice but to sell magic potions to restore the gap at the bottom. ”

"Why?"

"I don't know. Some wise men once speculated that something happened to the Sun God that caused the Sequence Five belief to collapse."

"As for Sequence Eight, we have to ask the Mother of Origin."

Kamuo returned the sword to Gangluo, "When can I get the sword?"

Gang Luo smiled excitedly, "I have done all the steps except for the blood. Come with me."

Kamuo looked at the hot steamer, sighed and followed Gang Luo back to Gang Luo's house.

Opening the door, Camus saw the Elf Sword in the stove from a distance. The red fire could not touch the long sword. It was like a silent king, waiting for his welcome. After taking the dagger, Camus cut his palm open. He didn't take his hand back until the bowl was half full.

Gang Luo reluctantly took back the blood, solemnly poured out half of the blood from the bowl and sprinkled it on.

"boom……"

As the blood spilled, the fire in the furnace suddenly started to stir. The Elf Sword lay quietly in the furnace, with a faint white light shining in the gorgeous sword pattern on its body.

Gang Luo directly took out the sword and threw it into the pool next to him. As a burst of white water vapor dissipated, Gang Luo handed the sword over.

Camus wiped off the sweat, thanked him quickly, and walked out. It was too hot here.

"Thank you, Master Gangluo. If nothing happens, I'll leave first."

Gang Luo waved his hand, and Kamiao rushed out as soon as he took a step forward.

"Huh... I really admire the dwarves. They can stay in a place like this. Aren't they hot?"

Casca looked at the sword with bright eyes, "The racial talents of dwarves are "heat resistance" and "strength blessing". Is this your sword? It looks really good."

Kamuo nodded calmly and handed it to him. He had no swordsmanship, so it was useless, but he could consider it when he was short of money.

Casca observed it and found that his enthusiasm for the magic equipment had dissipated and gave it to Camus. He stopped a carriage and prepared to go to the arsenal to buy tomorrow's combat supplies.

"Kamiu, I think it would be good for you to learn swordsmanship from Miss Akali. You know, Sequence Two is really not suitable for fighting. You will be safer if you have skills."

Kamiu nodded, he could indeed ask for advice, Miss Akali.

"Casgar, are you going to advance?"

Casca on the carriage was thinking about buying some combat supplies, when he suddenly heard Camus asking and suddenly came back to his senses.

"Yes, my "Elemental Weapon" blueprint has been conceived. As for other necessary knowledge, if this mission goes well, I should be able to afford it."

"Where's the potion?"

Casca yawned, "I bought it a long time ago. The important thing about Sequence Six is ​​not the potion, but the understanding. Although the mechanical blueprints can be bought, they are not my own. If I don't grow slowly in research, for the future There is no benefit at this stage, and only people who have no hope for the subsequent route will buy the blueprint.”

Kamiu understood it as soon as he heard it, and couldn't help but have a headache thinking about the potions and knowledge he would need later.

"It's better for you. I don't know where my follow-up knowledge and potions are."

Casca shook his head, "You can try to predict it. Isn't that a troublesome thing?"

Kamu thought of Mr. Kugas who taught him secret knowledge. His potions were all given by Aurora. I'm afraid things are not that simple. If he could predict it, would he still need someone else to give it to him? Camus couldn't help but have a headache thinking about this.

"Oh, what a troublesome thing..."

"Two gentlemen, the arsenal has arrived."

As soon as the two got off the car, they saw carriages with the logo of the Republic of Delav, lining up to transport gunpowder weapons. Casca looked at the weapons with disgust in his eyes, pointed to the depths, and walked inside.

Kamiao followed silently, and the two of them didn't stop until they reached a "fine weapons depot."

The elk man at the door lit up when he saw Casca and opened his arms from a distance, wanting to come over and hug him.

Casca's expression changed drastically when he saw it. He raised the sniper rifle in his hand and said, "Don't come over. I know you are hospitable. We don't need to be so polite."

The Elk Man looked at it with a look of loneliness on his face, "Oh, my dear Mr. Casca, my dear friend, how could you do this to me? Did you bring a friend this time?" With that, the Elk rushed over again, Kasca Sijia jumped aside when he saw it, and Kamius was hugged before he could react, and a long, hot tongue licked his face.

"Depend on……"

The Elk Man saw it and let go of Kamius, "Dear friends, this is the highest courtesy of our Elk Tribe. What do you need?"

Kamiao touched his face with a dark face, and looked at the mucus on his hands. He was really disgusted, but this was the etiquette of others, so he couldn't cut him off, right?

Seeing Casca's gloating face, Camus wiped it with his backhand. The air suddenly became silent, and Casca's furious voice came over.

"Asshole, is there any friendship left?"