"What's this?" The little boy looked at the thing in his hand over and over, then raised it up to see-it was a white metal cylinder with beautiful patterns etched on the surface-"This is the knight's greaves, the armor on the feet." The big man took the thing, took it from his hand, and put a high-top helmet on the latter's head.
The latter immediately felt the darkness in front of him, and hurriedly lifted the heavy helmet with his hands, but did not defensively knocked top-heavy on a nearby charred wooden pillar, causing a low, kind laugh.
The girl with thick eyebrows couldn't help but glared at everyone, then glared at the big man, making the latter a guilty conscience. She walked forward in two steps in three steps, took off the helmet, and the dizzy little boy saw the light again and stood firm.
But after shaking his head vigorously, he looked at the high helmet in the girl's hand pitifully.
The big man couldn't help laughing at this scene.
The girl with thick eyebrows gave the little boy an angry glance, "Here you are." Then she threw the hat and helmet over. The latter almost fixed the helmet without falling back and forth, holding the thing cautiously as if it were a treasure. Look at her.
"I haven't learnt well since I was a child." The girl with thick eyebrows was bitter in her heart, causing everyone to laugh again.
Hippamilla watched this scene with interest. Her detached attitude made her maintain her natural leadership position among the crowd, but everyone took it for granted, as if a priest was not like that but rather like a nobleman. The same.
And someone explained to her: "Priest, Paluk's father is a declining knight, and his family assets are not enough to allow him to walk down this road, so he was sent to Rushta as an apprentice. ."
"If you make enough money within two generations, this title can be inherited, so it's a nobleman anyway," another person said.
Hippamira understood why the big man was still quite prestigious among the crowd. She nodded thoughtfully, but in everyone's eyes it became a recognition of their words, and her attitude became more respectful for a while.
At this time, the big man in the crowd patted the little boy's head and praised: "I am a good knight embryo. When I develop, you will serve me as an attendant."
The little boy seemed to understand, and only hugged his "baby" tightly, which caused people to laugh again.
But the girl with thick eyebrows looked unhappy: "What's so great about a tattered knight. You should be an apprentice to my dad. After you finish your studies, my dad will naturally take care of the business."
"Yes, when we marry Miss Adgeya, we will have to call you Mr. Lupac." The others roared.
"Bah!" The girl with thick eyebrows blushed and raised her eyebrows at the crowd.
The big man just smiled and shook his head.
The crowd was joking, but they were not slow in their hands, and each picked up a self-defense weapon from the ruins. Even the girl with thick eyebrows pulled a crossbow from the charred wall—the bow was a little burnt, but the strings were intact—and then pulled out a palm-sized dagger from the rubble and pinned it to her waist.
The big man instructed them to find a few sets of cotton armor from the unburned armor frame to put on. For untrained people, this is probably the only armor they can handle, but it is still cumbersome to wear. Fortunately, although the big man has fallen in his family, he has also received a full set of knight education, not to mention rich experience, at least he has sufficient theory.
He put on a chain armor and a breastplate. It took a lot of effort to instruct others to put it on. He put on a light helmet, fastened a belt around his chin, and then pulled it out of the burnt wooden barrel. A double-sided big sword, the sword was quenched perfectly, and the surface was exuding a faint blue light. The big man played the edge of the sword very professionally, with a crisp and sound.
"It's the imperial capital. You can't find such a beautiful sword in the best blacksmith's shop in the Rosik countryside."
He carried the sword while talking, but he was also a young foot knight—or at least a knight attendant.
Hippamira tilted her head to look at the armor-too thin, too light, this is her evaluation, she wondered how could such a light armor be competent? The dragon knights of the Earth Temple weigh at least half a ton under full armor, excluding the mount. Even the foot knights only reduce the weight of the half body armor, but the upper body armor is not much different from the dragon knight.
In her mind, the assault armor designed by Lord Lord for cavemen is in line with her aesthetics. Of course, the weight of armor used for sprint assault is naturally more flexible than that of knight-style armor.
But she didn't say it, knowing that it was a matter of politeness, and everyone thought that the priests looked down on these things at all-of course, although they did look down on them.
They had crossed two streets all the way to come here, luckily they didn't meet half of the occultists along the way, and the earlier wolves seemed to have dispersed into the city, and the journey was a breathtaking experience. However, no one can guarantee that there will be such good luck in the future, and the big man just knows that there is such a weapons workshop nearby, and the elderly need to stop and rest at any time because of the inflexible legs and feet, so he proposed to come here for a nap and find it by the way. Some weapons for self-defense.
Hippamira felt something faintly when she passed through this area. There was a feeling between the Journeyman and the Destiny Card. She listened to the other party and naturally agreed.
Their luck was really good. When they arrived at the weapons workshop, the fire was only half of the fire. The people in the shop had already run away. After everyone pushed down the wall to put out the fire, they found a lot of good things in the house and under the ruins.
The crowd was very interested, and the activity of'dividing the loot' was popular there. Although these swords and armors are now buried under the ruins and abandoned like shoes, they are usually worth a lot of money. So they wore helmets crookedly, holding all kinds of weapons indecently, looking ridiculous, but full of interest.
Hippamilla did not urge her, she came to the other side of the weapon workshop alone, muttered words in silence, stretched out her hand between the bricks and stones, and an invisible light blue light spread out from her fingertips. Submerge between the ruins.
The girl with thick eyebrows who followed her all the way looked at this scene with great admiration, and asked cautiously: "What is this, Lord Priest?"
"My name is Hippamilla, this is a spell." Hippamilla replied seriously.
"A spell." The girl with thick eyebrows murmured and repeated. She thought to herself, this is a spell. This is the second time that the priest has performed a miracle. The other party does not seem to treat herself like the priest of the parish. The magic broom cherishes itself.
She didn't know that the abilities of the priests of the parish were limited, and their work was often heavy, and each holy spell had to be used after consideration to ensure that they were used in the right place.
Hippamira continued to explain: "This spell can ensure that we see the hidden magic ripples."
The latter heard it like falling into a cloud and nodded, but thought that the priest was really approachable, if the priest of the diocese would not even bother to explain to the civilians.
Soon, Hippamira saw ripples seeping under the masonry, large and small, fine and dense. She turned a blind eye to the others. She only reached out to one of them and grabbed it. Rise from under the ruins.
The girl with thick eyebrows was taken aback, and there is no need for Hippamira to say, she also knew that this must be another spell. As for the specific spell, she didn’t need to know, but she saw what rose from under the masonry. A pair of silver-white handguards.
The hand armor is made of light and thin metal, stacked on top of each other, and strung together. The surface is plated with a layer of silver-white metal, with dense and beautiful patterns etched on it, and each finger nail has an engraving. The fine silver sheep's head, each inlaid with a magnificent finely divided ruby, exudes a soft light under the firelight, and the end is extremely beautiful.
"Ah." The girl with thick eyebrows couldn't help exclaiming.
The gauntlet floated towards Hippamila, and the lady priest stretched out her hand to catch it, but she didn’t care about the gauntlet itself. Instead, she stretched out her finger to stick to the inside of it. There was another layer in the leather inner cushion. With a light rub, a golden card slipped out of it.
Before she had time to look at the face of the card, the card burst into a golden light, and when she took it in her hand, she found that the face of the card had completely changed its appearance.
First of all, the golden-level card surface turned into silver, and a nun holding the holy grail was painted on it, chanting loudly, surrounded by ghosts, but not invaded by evil. It was written on the card:
Iron Sheet Anthem
Belief IV
Light 5, ground 5
【Enchantment】
Pay X mana and choose X targets to get immunity 3. (Immune to damage of 3 or less, or increase defense by 30%)
Maintenance, the iron sheet hymn exists forever, but every time it is maintained to the next stage, it needs to pay mana again.
'The will is like iron, the heart is stronger than gold—'
Hippamilla's index finger just touched the slightly cold card surface, and a voice came from her heart: "Huh, Hippamira?"
"Lord Lord!" The lady priest was overjoyed, she couldn't even care about the fate card, and sank her heart to answer: "Lord Lord, I am here."
"What's wrong with you, how can I suddenly contact you?" Brando's voice was a little puzzled.
"I understand, maybe it's because I just assimilated a card, and the ability of the Journeyman was automatically strengthened." Hippamira replied after a little thought.
"Assimilated the card?"
Hippamira concentrated, and the card and the pair of hand armor appeared in her mind.
Brando was in the ruins of the Cat and Beard Inn, but he could not find any useful clues. There was still a trace of Gaia's blood between the ruins, besides those of the occultists. Dead body.
The angel Akroma was suspended in mid-air. At the moment, her body shrank to the size of ordinary people, but she was still unsmiling and looked like a stranger should not come close.
This is a demigod.
Compared with the golden people that Brando had seen, it was a little more sacred, but a lot less human. It always reminded him of something like Milos, the god of giants, as if it were a pure war machine.
At this time, when Hippamilla concentrated, he suddenly saw what the latter had seen. "Huh?" He whispered softly, and the first thing he noticed was the hand armor. There was no way it was like the player's instinct. A page of light blue frame had already subconsciously bounced off his retina.
"Is this a fake Fist of Teraros?"
"What is the Fist of Teraros, Lord Lord?"
"The Fist of Teraros is part of the armor of the strongest knight under Faenzan. In addition to its own attributes... excellent protection, each head of the sheep on its nails stores a powerful blessing, a total of eight, from From left to right are the seal of virtue, the sword of Xu Shan, the shield of chanting, the heart of fearlessness, the crown of glory, the place of martyrdom, the words of respect, the spirit of selflessness, corresponding to the eight virtues of knights, the eight blessings can be Raise the strength of the wearer to a level."
"Huh?" Hippamira didn't care about the light and fluttering hand armor at all, but she was taken aback at this moment: "So powerful?"
"Of course, this one in your hand should be just a fake of the Dwarf Master. Although the workmanship is not inferior to the original version, the blessing in the sheep's head can only be used once a day, unlike the original version, which is continuously effective."
Brando glanced at the data on the light blue menu. The fake Fist of Terra Ros has slightly worse attributes than the original one, but at least it is also the work of the Dwarf Master. The original version is consistent with the magical equipment from the War of the Saints era. It only adds a single attribute and has 74 power. The counterfeit uses new craftsmanship after the first era. It has 44 power and 15 physique. In fact, it has reached the threshold of ancient items.
This is a rare fake that looks different from the original.
"Lord, your equipment—?" Hippamira wanted to say that his equipment was broken in the last battle.
But Brando shook her head and interrupted her: "This thing is more useful to you, and it doesn't improve me much. It is one of the most suitable equipment for the mountain range. It's a pity, if it is the original version, this thing You can now surpass me in combat power."
He said that he shook his head in disbelief. The Fist of Teraros disappeared with the death of the knight Teraros after the Battle of the Saints, along with his famous set of Knight armor, the final hub.
This thing has not been revealed by the player in the Amber Sword. According to everyone's guess, the version hasn't come out yet.
Brando looked at the destiny card. In comparison, he was not so surprised about this destiny card. Since becoming a true traveler, he has understood that since the battle of the saints, the true traveler is here. Vaughan is almost nothing, but there are many apprentices with one or two cards like Jirend who have the potential to become a journeyman.