"What a sword!" Seeing the effect of the strong paladin's sword, the military mage couldn't help but praise it, and everyone also praised it.
They clearly saw that when the sword hit the stone, there was a slight flash of cold light on the blade, and then it cut directly in. This is neither the kind of pure hardness and sharpness, nor the appearance of being sharp after absorbing fighting spirit, but rather seems to amplify the power of fighting spirit.
For a strong hand like this paladin who is half tall but not tall, this kind of sword is most suitable. It's not usually very flashy, but when it's really used, it's extremely powerful, and it's simply perfect.
Of course, it is extremely difficult to obtain such a sword. This kind of sword, which can effectively enhance fighting spirit, but is not particularly sharp at ordinary times, requires very special materials, and even more advanced skills. Generally speaking, only the descendants of those legendary strong men can be favored by their elders and obtain such a weapon.
Weapons like this have a very popular name called "heirloom". This means that it can be passed down from father to son, and from son to grandson. It is not easy to attract thieves, but can be of great use at critical moments.
And this paladin has also made up his mind that if his child succeeds, he will pass this sword to him in the future. If he fails to live up to his expectations, the sword will be passed on to the next generation of paladins in the church. No matter what, I will never let it gather dust or sleep in the ground with me.
Such a good sword should shine in battle!
He smiled, lifted up the sword embedded in the stone, wiped it carefully, then pulled out the original big sword from the scabbard on his back and put it in.
"It's a pity that I originally had this one." He said with some regret, "It took several years of savings to build it. The sword is mixed with a little mithril, which is not only tougher, but can also be used as a shield to resist spells. With…”
The mage who accompanied the army looked at it and said with a smile: "This mithril is mixed with a lot... If you don't mind that it will be destroyed, you might as well sell it to me."
Although he mainly specializes in protective spells, he is also quite involved in alchemy and enchantment - most of these mages who are willing to accept the employment of lords will specialize in studying these things. After all, for settled mages, alchemy and enchantment are where they make their living. fundamental. This big sword falls into his hands. As long as he uses some special techniques, he can completely refine it into a mithril ingot containing some iron.
Although it contains iron, which reduces the purity of mithril, for most weapons or armor, mithril is originally mixed with steel, so it does not hinder it - in fact, if it is used to make armor, it will I need to add some more steel into it to make up enough weight.
The sturdy paladin was stunned for a moment, and looked at the sword in his hand that had just experienced a battle and was slightly chipped. He thought about it carefully, and then looked at his companions.
"Do any of you need it?"
"Come on, we don't have such a big sword." Another paladin said with a smile.
"I plan to make some achievements while slaying monsters this time, and maybe your majesty will give me a sword." Another paladin said.
The other paladin also shook their heads. Seeing this scene, the strong paladin sighed, turned the sword upside down, put the hilt forward, and handed it to the accompanying mage.
"It seems that it is time for it to be eliminated."
The military mage smiled and let his follower, a strong man who was serious and honest in his work and spoke very little, take it.
"Don't worry about the price, I will never lose you." He said, "If you have any rare trophies in the future, you can come to me. After this winter sweep, I will live in Dalland permanently. Come down. We will be neighbors by then, so we need to get closer and closer."
After saying that, he took his entourage and walked away with the big sword, leaving only the thoughtful priests behind.
"Priest, what does he mean by this?" After a while, the youngest priest asked, "Why do I feel like he is deliberately trying to win over us?"
"This feeling is correct. He is trying to win over us." The Kabbalah priest thought for a while and said, "He probably feels that relying on the support of the lord is not enough. He needs to have forces who are close to him and who do not have a good relationship with the lord. It makes him feel more at ease.”
"Why is this? Isn't he from the lord's side?"
"Who knows? Everyone has their own ideas." The Kabbalah priest smiled and shook his head, "No matter what he thinks, in short, we just need to do our own thing well. We are priests and people who serve His Majesty. In this mortal world Although we can’t completely ignore the various intrigues and intrigues, we don’t need to worry too much about it.”
The priests nodded one after another and packed their things.
Today's battle left everyone exhausted, and the equipment also suffered a lot of wear and tear. The physical fatigue has been eliminated by the holy light bath after the sacrifice just now, but the maintenance of the equipment still needs to be done by yourself.
The Kabbalah priest didn't have any equipment that needed maintenance. He leaned on his staff and stood next to the altar, staring in the direction of sweeping the main tent of the Japanese army, silently meditating, and frowning.
(How could a mere baron cause so much trouble? What does this mage mean? Why did the baron find such a scheming person?)
He thought about it and felt a little headache.
(Alas! I have a summoning system, so why am I sent to preside over a temple? I am really not good at this! Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what are you thinking? Why did you issue that oracle?)
Sui Xiong naturally knew that the oracle he casually issued made the somewhat otaku-like Kabbalah complain endlessly, but he did not feel that there was anything wrong with him. This kid is very lucky, but staying at home instead of doing things is a waste of talent.
As for whether Kabbalah is happy or not, he doesn't bother to care. Iron is tempered to become steel, and drums need heavy hammers. Kabbalah will understand his painstaking efforts in the future.
Right now, the most important thing is to study that strange goblin chief.
The sacrifice he had collected was lying quietly in an open space in the Kingdom of God. Sui Xiong looked at it, raised his tentacle and pointed, a ray of light fell, the goblin chief's body trembled violently, and the missing flesh and blood quickly It grew again, and the lost breath of life reappeared on it.
After a while, it opened its eyes and looked blankly at the sights it had never seen around it.
A green round tree with many branches hanging down, something unknown floated over and looked at it with a look that made it very uneasy.
"The resurrection is pretty good. Fortunately, I just collected its soul." Sui Xiong said with satisfaction. "The next step is to try to analyze its strange innate ability through experiments, and finally transform it into a Spells.”
This sentence determines the fate of the goblin chief for a period of time in the future, which will be a miserable period of darkness.
But... who calls it a completely evil creature? If you were even a little bit kinder, the situation would be completely different.
If it could know all this, it would probably sigh, "I must be a good person in my next life!"