Charles smiled when he saw the card, and replied: "Lord Lord, this is a rare wind card. Among the six destiny cards, the wind is the least common. Wind card spells are flexible and changeable. They are good at defensive and defensive cards. Counterattack is difficult to master, but powerful."
"You might as well just tell me how to use it." Brando rolled his eyes.
Charles smiled: "This card means that when you show this card, Lord Lord-in addition to paying 1 wind element from the element pool, you also need to pay extra mana from your mana pool-every point of mana can be used. Summon a wind spirit spider."
Brando was startled. He now has a will of 2.9 energy levels and 15 mana. Wouldn't it be that he could summon fifteen fifth-level wind spirit spiders with one payment
But Charles did not finish, he continued: "The dead wind spirit spiders will produce mana vortex, and each one will absorb a little of the mana in your enemy's mana pool."
Brando took a breath of air after hearing this. Where are the summoned spiders? This is clearly a group of living mana bombs. He thought if he had a few hundred mana points in the future, wouldn't he be able to summon an army of spiders at once
And if he is lucky enough to get the legendary orb of the source of magic power, wouldn't he have a terrifying army of mana burning anytime and anywhere
He smashed his mouth. At first he thought this card was a chicken rib. Now it looks like it's not a chicken rib, but a terrifying weapon.
But before he could finish his excitement, Bartom couldn't help clapping his hands and yelled: "Okay, the show is finally on!"
Brando raised his head and saw that the dwarf sword was already placed on the table below. The faint green light on the surface of the sword almost explained its attributes, but the auctioneer was obviously This thing is treated as a few of the finalists of the auction-
The auctioneer picked up the sword and said, “This is a sharp sword forged by a dwarf. It is like a work of art in itself. It is of great value. Of course, I don’t need to say much. However, above this perfection, An outstanding alchemist turned it into an outstanding magic sword—"
"Magic sword." He repeated.
There was a moment of silence in the auction room.
Those shimmering magic items and pseudo-magic items are generally called alchemy items in public, but only those truly powerful swords can be marked with the title of Magic Sword. The auctioneer’s statement clearly proves that his hands are right. It is such a sword.
No adventurer, mercenary, or knight is not moved by weapons called hands, so this sentence makes them have to hold their breath.
But as if to prove his own words, the auctioneer suddenly backhanded his sword. The sword slashed on the iron felt behind him, sparks flew everywhere, and almost everyone on the auction floor of Nuo Da heard a light sneer—after the sword, a deep hole had appeared on the surface of the metal, not only that. , The traces of corrosion on the incision are so impressive.
Everyone took a breath, and even the box above was silent for a while.
The auctioneer put down the sword and clapped his hands: "This sword is called the Heart of the Tree. It has a reserve price of 25,000 Torr, and each increase is at least 5% of the reserve price."
"Now shooting—"
When Antitina heard this quotation, she couldn't help frowning: "Will it be taller?" After all, she is a noble daughter, and she doesn't understand that a good weapon means to those who are born to death all the year round. What's going on.
"Of course not," Bartom shook his head decisively: "If I didn't know that it was Lord Lord’s work, I’m afraid I would have done it too. Most of the adventurers and colleagues sitting there have small savings, magic swords, I think They won't miss such an opportunity. Unless he doesn't use a sword."
As if echoing his words, as soon as his voice fell, the first bidder raised the sign.
Then one after another someone held up the signs one after the other, without the auctioneer even needing to stir up the atmosphere, and the competition for this sword entered a fierce stage.
The price almost reached 60 thousand Tor at a dizzying speed, and then there were only four or five voices that responded to each other.
The cripple recognized only one of them, and he told Brando that it was an agent of the deputy commander of the Cavalry Regiment.
Brando thought that it would be best for the leader of the Silver Winged Cavalry Regiment to also participate.
When he thought this way, the price had climbed to 70,000 Torr, and at this time two people withdrew. Only the deputy commander of the Silver Winged Cavalry Regiment and the other two nobles in the first-story box were left.
The deputy commander of the Bladed Cavalry regiment raised the price to 75,000 Thor, and pushed back his other opponent. However, his last remaining opponent did not seem to intend to give up. After a brief silence, the auctioneer's assistant read the person's offer again.
Ninety thousand thor.
The'audience' seems to have frozen on a layer of ice. People couldn't help but look back to see who was sacred in that box. Even the cripple couldn't help but wonder if it was the agent of Earl Nagin.
"If it were the old fellow Nagin, it would have become a dispute between the Whitemane Legion and the local nobles. This is good news, my lord." The cripple blinked and said with a slight smile.
But at this time, another voice came from the crowd below.
One hundred thousand.
Brando and his party couldn't help turning their heads. Bartom couldn't help his face change when he saw the man. Before the cripple could speak, he said, "My lord Knight, that's Viscount Tester's."
"Why is he down?" Brando asked.
"God knows." The red-bearded mercenary shook his head.
But Brando didn't mind that this weapon fell into the hands of his potential enemies. In the eyes of Bartom and others, it was a rare sword, but in his opinion, it was nothing more than that. In the free port of Amperel, such transactions are happening almost every day, but Braggs is too remote.
The deputy commander of the Blades of Cavalry Group thought for a while and finally raised the price. But in the end, Viscount Teste repelled him with a price of one hundred thousand Tor.
Then the nobles in the first box fought again, and the price once climbed to 130,000 Tor.
"It doesn't seem to be the agent of Lord Nagin." Antitina said.
Brando nodded, his heart loosened slightly. His psychological price is 100,000 to 150,000 Torr. It can be said that he has obtained a satisfactory result. Even if the handling fee is paid, he can get close to 160,000 Torr, at least for It is more than enough to implement the following plan.
But God seemed to deliberately want to give him a surprise on this day, just as Viscount Teste was about to retire, a new hunter joined the competition.
The other party's asking price was 155,000 Tor. This time even the auctioneer couldn't help putting down the hammer and raising his head to look at the third floor of the noble box in amazement, wondering just how sacred it was.
Brando had already turned his head and asked the cripple on one side, but the cripple thought for a long time and couldn't find one.
The nobleman in the first-story box finally hesitated. The other party considered it for a long time and gave a price of 160,000 yuan. But the mysterious figure in the third-story box immediately fought back, and the price was raised to 170,000—
170,000.
Brando, Antitina, Bartom, Charles, and the cripple looked at each other. Even if it was a magic sword, it shouldn't be worth the price.
No one answered for a long time.
Not only the participants, but also the "audience hall" below is dead silent.
The auctioneer took a breath before almost reacting. He raised the hammer tremblingly, three hammers, and this exciting performance finally came to an end in everyone's doubts.
What happened before
"170,000?" Bartom patted the lame face: "Have you ever seen so much money, lame?"
Even though he is a well-informed cripple, it feels a bit unreal at the moment. Although it is not the first time he has seen the high transaction price of hundreds of thousands of Thor in this auction, the money has nothing to do with him, but this time, the money is more or less related to him.
This little contact is enough to make this profiteer in Black Pepper Lane a bit incoherent. You must know that he has been operating loan sharks for 20 or 30 years, and all his savings are no more than tens of thousands of Torr.
And Antitina clenched her shirt tightly, deliberately preventing herself from showing a look of shock, but the performance of this noble daughter at the moment was really awkward, and Charles on one side couldn't help but laugh.
But when Brando went to see Little Roman, the merchant lady looked very happy. She happily took a small notebook and said, "Brando, we have the capital."
Brando smiled slightly.
On the other hand, it seems that the auctioneer intends to let this auction end in the exciting competition between you and me. Brando’s Heart of the Tree has just been withdrawn, and the new things that have been put on the stage have brought everyone there. Almost stopped breathing within a moment.
"Tinder!"
"Gosh, Tinder!"
"Someone is auctioning the tinder!" The exclamation sounded in the not-open auction floor.
Brando turned his head and said to Charles: "This is the finale of this auction. It's a pity, otherwise our heart of the tree could become the finale."
Charles nodded.
But Brando’s meaning was not a pity for this trivial matter. He continued: “Every fire of Eruin is produced by the Temple of Flame, and the Havel sect is so upright and upright. It seems to be selling out to raise money. It’s just that everyone knows that the Havel sect has fallen to the royal family. I don’t know what kind of behavior the royal family has done this time and it needs to use this method to raise money—"
Charles thought for a moment and replied, "Maybe it is related to this war?"
Brando thought for a while, but there was no relevant record in his memory. He nodded noncommittal, then raised his head, feeling that the atmosphere around him had changed.
A sense of tension has spread all around, and he can't help but think about this change-it seems that some people have already received the news and are already prepared.
"Are we going to participate?" Antitina asked from behind.
Brando thought for a while, and decided not to participate in this game of big fish eating small fish. At least for the current situation, the more than 200,000 Thor he just started may not have an advantage in this competition. Now.
He shook his head, just about to say something, but suddenly felt the light around him dim again.
"What are these people doing?" Bartom couldn't help cursing.
But Brando and the cripple had already seen the face of the auctioneer on the stage below change.
has a problem!
The young man and the old black-hearted businessman simultaneously stretched their hands to the nearest weapon—
Then, without any warning, the torches on the four walls suddenly went out, and the surroundings suddenly plunged into darkness.
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