The Legend of Fatality

A small fire crackled in the fireplace, the room should be said to be warm and comfortable.

But Bai En was not comfortable. He stood by the window and stared at the courtyard below, nervous, anxious, and fearful, just like before the battle. Billy Barry's King Denis-Avis is on the road, just outside. Perhaps he has reached the lake. He may be walking through the woods. Maybe I have come to the bridge and am ready to cross it.

The old mage looked relaxed. He sat comfortably in a chair, resting his feet on the table, next to a long wooden pipe, flipping through a small white paper, his face smiling faintly, no one seemed more calm than him, but it made Bai En feel more Horrible.

"Does it look good?" Bai En asked.

"what?"

"your book."

"Oh, yes, this is the best book. This" Principle of Advanced Casting Skills "written by my tutor is the cornerstone of my organization." Antonidas used his other hand to cover the entire two walls. The bookshelf waved, and hundreds of books in his hand were neatly placed on the bookshelf. "These are a set of books."

"A set of books?" Bai En quickly scanned the rows of thick white spine on the shelf, "That's really a long work. Have you finished reading?"

Antonidas chuckled: "Oh, of course, I have read it several times, but it is a must-read for every member of my organization. Everyone must eventually copy out their own copy." Eh see. The pages are densely packed with various symbols, although they are neat, but obscure. "I wrote it a long time ago, and you should read it."

"I really am not a book-lover."

"Is it?" Antonidas asked, "It is regrettable." He turned a page and continued reading.

Then he raised his head and asked again. "Do you really want to check it out? Maybe I can send you a simpler brochure."

"No, it's not necessary." Bai En understands that his spell-casting system is completely different from that of this old mage. Reading these books may broaden his horizons and increase his knowledge. But for Bai En now, there is really no need. If he wants to see it, he can wait until he returns to Fatalin and ask the association to send someone to buy it or exchange it with other books.

Morris and Grerogan had already gone to the old housekeeper to take the supplies that Antonidas gave to Bae for their travel, but the old mage didn't seem to be too anxious to honor his previous promises, and showed him the weapon. Here he is the master, so Bai En is not easy to say. But the old mage was not worried that King Bill Bally might come back at any time, which made Bain worried.

He slowly paced in front of the bookshelf, scanning the books arranged neatly on the bookshelf. Some of them have been read, but most of them have not been read, and some obviously rare books are simply placed there.

"How about that?" A large black book was placed alone on top of a bookshelf, and it looked worn out. Bai En asked at it. "It was also written by your tutor? Or did you write it?"

Antonidas frowned at the book. "No, it was written by his brother." He got up from the chair and reached for his book. "It's another area of ​​knowledge," he pulled out the desk drawer, tucked the black book in, and slammed it shut. "It's better not to talk." He mumbled back in his chair, and opened the Principles of Advanced Casting Skills ".

Bai En took a deep breath and did not continue to ask. He placed his left hand on the hilt at will and felt the cold metal pressed into the palm of his hand, but this did not reassure him. He let go of his hand and turned to continue to look at the courtyard below, and saw that Morris and the dwarf were already carrying backpacks below, the old housekeeper accompanied them, and the three were talking.

"It seems that they are ready."

"Yes, very good." Antonidas muttered absently. "Let's go too."

Bai En looked at the three figures in the courtyard and nodded. "Ok."

Antonidas walked to the front, down the stairs around the tower, and Bian followed. Soon the two came to the first floor, and the old mage continued to go underground. Bai En stopped at the stairs for a while, looked at the sunlight outside, and then followed the old mage into the darkness.

The basement of the library is very dry. Not only dry, but also black, extremely chaotic. They walked up and down the steps, around the corner, through a door, turning left and right from time to time. This place is like a large yard. Bai En thought that he must not lose the torch of the old mage, otherwise he might be trapped in the ground forever.

"It's very dry and dry," Antonidas said to himself, his voice echoing in the aisle, intermingling with the footsteps of "Tata". "For the book, there is nothing worse than dampness." The old mage walked very steady, but quickly, he suddenly stood in front of a heavy door. "So are the weapons." He pushed gently. The door opened silently.

Bai En leaned against the whitewashed wall, arms folded across his chest and took a deep breath. No effect, the chest tightened tighter.

"Look! Although the door hasn't been opened for several years, the hinges are still as smooth as butter! This is the good craft that will serve you! Why do people stop caring about craft?" Bai En replied, Anthony Das has crossed the threshold, Bai En can only keep up.

The torch in the hands of the old mage illuminated a low long hall, the walls of the hall were made of rough stones, and the end of the hall was covered with shadows. Rows of shelves and bookshelves were placed in the hall, and a number of boxes and shelves were scattered on the ground, all of which were filled with weapon armor. Antonidas slowly walked across the stone ground with his torch, and the blades, spearpoints, polished wood and metal cast shadows under the swaying firelight as he moved back and forth between weapons and castings.

"A considerable number of collectibles," Bai En mumbled, following the old mage through these chaotic debris.

"Most of it is a pile of old and worn-out, but some things are worth looking for." Antonidas took off the helmet from a set of gilded old armor and frowned. "What do you think of this?"

"I don't wear armor very much." Bai En refused.

"Yes, I also think you are not the kind of person who likes to wear armor. I dare say that riding in armor is pretty, but walking is definitely torture, and you may feel **** pain." He threw the helmet back, if any. Looking at the armor thoughtfully, "How do you urinate once you put it on?"

Bai En frowned. "Uh ..." he said, but Antonidas had already walked into the room, and the firelight moved forward.

"Master Bane, you must have used a lot of weapons. What are you used to?"

"I really don't have any preference. I used the sacrificial knife most of the time, and also used the whip and the long sword." Bai En said while drilling from the rusty halberd protruding from a bracket, "but One never knows which weapon he will face in the next battle. "

"Of course, that is of course." Antonidas picked up a spear with a dangerous hook and waved it around a few times. Bai En stepped back carefully. "It's deadly enough to prevent the enemy from getting close. Rely on these things to prevent the other party from approaching you. Unfortunately, the person who makes the long weapon needs a lot of companions to support the long weapon." .

"This looks terrible." The mage held the rough handle of a double-edged giant axe. "Damn it!" He said, lifting it up, and the blood vessels and blue tendons in his neck bulged. "Heavy enough!" He banged down his axe, and the whole rack was shaking. "You can use it to kill people easily! You can cut him in half! If he is standing still."

"This is better." Bai En pointed out that it was a simple and durable long sword, inserted in a rumpled brown leather scabbard.

"Oh, yes, this one is indeed much better. This sword is the work of Canedis, he made it by himself, and he is a great craftsman himself." Antonidas handed the torch to Bane and took it from the rack. Pick up the long sword.

"Master Bane, have you ever thought that swords are different from other weapons? Things like axes and hammers are deadly enough, but they are hanging on the belt, at best silent beasts." He looked at the hilt It is an ordinary cold metal with some grooves on it, which can hold the handle well and sparkle under the fire. "Swords are different ... Swords have a voice."

"Uh?" Bai En began to think that this old mage might have some problems with his thinking because of his age.

"In the scabbard, it really doesn't speak much, but you just press your hand and it will whisper in the enemy's ear immediately." He clenched the handle of the sword, "Warning softly. Mumble threat. Have you heard?"

In order to match what the old mage said, Bai En nodded slowly. . "Now," Antonidas murmured, "I pulled it halfway out." Jianmang flashed, and the one-foot length of the blade was drawn softly, with a shining silver letter on it. The sword body was dull and dull, but there was a cold light at the edge. "It speaks louder, doesn't it? It screams with a terrible threat, and it makes a fatal promise to kill the other party. Have you heard it?"

Bai En firmly believed that the old mage had a problem with consciousness, but he nodded again, and his eyes were firmly attracted to the blade. "Now, compare it with a sword that was completely pulled out." At a clear whistle, Antonidas' long sword was unsheathed and held in front of him. The tip of the sword was only a few inches from Bai's face. "It started shouting, didn't it? It screamed, it was a contempt! Shouting at the challenge! Did you hear it?"

"Hmm." Bai En leaned back, holding one hand tightly on the handle of the sacrificial knife and the other hand on the musket. Eyes squinted slightly at the shining tip of the sword. If the old mage has the next move, Bai En will kill the opponent as soon as possible.

Antonidas put down his sword and gently inserted into the sheath, so that Bai En was relieved. "Yes, the sword has a sound. Although the axe and the hammer are deadly, the sword is only exquisite, and it is only used by exquisite people. Master Bane, I think your inner is more exquisite than your appearance." Antonidas handed him the sword, and Bai En frowned. He has received various evaluations in his life, but he has never been said to be subtle. "It's just a gift to show my gratitude to you for your good manners."

Bai Ensi for a moment. Before crossing the ocean and the mountains to the south, he never had a specific weapon, and he was not keen to get another weapon.

"In fact," Bai En loosened his hand holding the sacrificial knife and pointed to the sword that he was carrying behind him. "I have another sword, although it is a bit heavy."

"I know," Antonidas laughed. "And I also know that you can't control the sword, and you can't really use it. You just hold it."

Bai En frowned, ‘Feng So’ really had no effect in his hands, at most it was stronger than a simple steel sword, but also heavier, which is why he did not want to use it.

"Do you know what's going on?" Bai En asked.

"Yes," Antonidas stood up with the sword in his hand. "Your sword is a sword owned by the founder of Burtania. Forged by the elf master. Has the power of the wind. And this sword is also forged by the elf master. Has a part ...

After talking about the long sword in his hand, a slight electric current flashed around the blade.

"It is called" Thunder ", but it is dying." Antonidas said. "And your sword is the same."

"Why?" Bai En asked suspiciously. "Sword will die too?"

"Of course, everything will die." Antonidas smiled.

"I guess you must not intend to send me a" dead sword "." Bai En said lightly.

"Haha, yes. I will combine the sword spirit of this sword with your sword, if you are lucky. They will survive." Antonidas replied.

Bai En still has doubts about the old mage's claims, but getting it without wanting is better than wanting but not getting better. Much better. People must be realistic.

"Thank you." Bai En said, "What do we do?"

"Give me your sword." Antonidas said.

Bai En took off the scabbard from the back ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ took out the long sword and handed the "Feng Soul" to the old Master.

Antonidas held two swords and began to recite the mantra. The mantra was very long and a little drowsy. Bai En can hear the old mage chanting mantras in some elven language. This is very strange. As far as Bain knows, elven magic is different from the magic used by humans.

Mantras become more and more like some kind of prayer words with time, and the rhythm is like a song. But the old mage sings really strange. After a while, when Bai En began to feel bored, the spell seemed to end soon, and the two swords shone at the same time. A sword-like blade began to appear as a misty wind flowing on the blade, and a blade of electricity shimmered with a faint electric light.

The old mage also began to show two effects, then became stronger and stronger until Antonidas seemed to be about to recite the spell, he put the two swords in his hand together. Then a dazzling light made Bai En close his eyes subconsciously. When he restored his vision, the spell was completed. The original sword in Antonidas's hand shattered from the beginning, leaving only the hilt in the end.

And the shining silver letter on the sword moved to ‘Feng Soul’.

"You are finally complete again." Antonidas whispered the long sword among his opponents.

Bai En nervously squeezed the musket again, but Antonidas didn't miss it, and handed ‘Feng Soul’ to Bai En. Bian took the long sword from Antonidas and handed it back to the torch.

"Thank you," Bai En said.

Antonidas nodded tiredly, then said. "You should leave."