The Golden Hammer clasped the Bijing Hammer and looked at the uninvited guest who seemed to have gathered and formed a phantom mist: "I wanted to see me a long time ago?" He looked at the blurred and transformed scenery around him: "In this way?"
The prince said lightly: "My identity is very special for the black market, so I had to meet you in this way. Don't worry, your apprentices are just asleep."
A hammer of gold sneered: "Huh! Use magic to hypnotize my apprentice. There are four demi-human legions outside. This is an isolated island. No matter what you do, no one will bother you. This timing is really just right."
The prince fell gently from the air: "Because the work I am entrusting to you is very important."
The ears of the golden hammer were erected, revealing the look of an angry cat: "Entrusted work? Let's go back when you die. The golden hammer will no longer accept any casting commissions!"
The prince looked at the two armors placed on the casting platform. Although he didn't say anything, the meaning was obvious: aren't you building it
A hammer of money naturally understood the prince's meaning, and immediately said angrily: "These are the two favors I owe, which are different from what you think! In short, I don't accept the commission, you go!"
The prince shook his head: "I'm afraid...My entrustment, you can't refuse."
The daughter of a hammer was stunned, and he smirked: "I can't refuse a daughter of a hammer? Excuse me, am I familiar with you? Who do you think you are!?"
The prince stared into the golden eyes: "I and you have no chance to meet, but they are familiar with each other. I am the person you have been waiting for, or: I am the person who has been waiting for the best money in the past."
"Those who are waiting for a hammer of gold in the past..." A hammer of gold was stunned again, and his cat's pupils instantly expanded from narrow to occupy the entire eyeball.
The person in front of him didn't dare to easily show up in the black market of ghosts and ghosts, and said this again...
A big deal could not help but look at the prince more cautiously: "Don't you..."
"It seems that you have guessed who I am." The prince raised his hand, and the magic silver coffin with invisible magic appeared in the air: "This is the founder of Wujinfang, the first generation of gold to accept King Solomon The entrustment was a magic silver coffin created with exhaustion of effort to seal the disaster of extinction."
The magic silver coffin exudes the sacred breath, and the chain connected to the coffin body is tightly tied to it, and the relief of the ivy reflects the dreamlike brilliance under the fire.
A hammer of gold at that moment seemed to have been taken away by the magic silver coffin. He made a vague sound of wonder or sentimentality. He stared directly at the magic silver coffin and walked over, even when he passed the fire, his pants were covered by the flames in the furnace. I didn't even feel the burn.
Like the first time he was stroking his newly born son, he gently and carefully stroked the magic silver coffin: "This...the refinement of this kind of purity, as well as the technique of carving and forging...it is indeed a technique handed down by our ancestors! "
Although he was possessed of magical skills, he was still an unknown craftsman. It was because of accepting King Solomon's commission to create this magic silver coffin that it shocked the world, and then laid the foundation for the two names of One Hammer of Gold and Wu Jinfang, and the king on the top of the supernatural world of craftsmen.
Although the past dynasties are familiar with the deeds of the magic silver coffin, it was used by King Solomon to seal the destruction of the world on the day the magic silver coffin was cast. The greatest work in the family life created by this ancestor.
A hammer of gold stroked the magic silver coffin, as if to see the figure of the ancestors wielding the Bijing hammer with all their strength in order to create it, and the sound of forging was heard in the ear.
Then, this old cat man, who had lived for more than two hundred years, suddenly knelt on the ground like a tribute to the great skills of his ancestors!
"Finally...finally seen!" A hammer of gold pounced on the magic silver coffin, her cracked face distorted terribly: "I didn't expect to see it in the rest of my life, this is really..." He turned his head and looked at the prince with a strange expression: "You're the prince of Persia? You talked so much with me, didn't you just say who you are?"
"What I hate the most is wordy." The prince stared at his daughter: "But words and behavior can infer your temperament. I need to judge whether you can be trusted."
"Huh?" The daughter of a hammer tilted her head: "Trust? It turns out that I was afraid that I would report you to Duclaw, so I was assessing me? Then what is your judgment?"
The prince patted the magic silver coffin and said to himself: "The doctor's inference is correct. You hate one claw for...something, and although your temperament is slightly irritable, but your heart is very gentle. So it can be trusted."
The Golden Hammer frowned and laughed: "Then what if I am not trustworthy?" He waved the Bijing hammer: "How are you going to deal with me?"
Faced with a posture like a provocation with a gold medal, the prince stared at him for a few seconds and then said calmly: "You will be hit by my magic, and then forget everything from just now to the present."
A hammer of gold said in his heart: (Prince of Persia...this kind of self-confidence really makes me uncomfortable. However, he is the prince of Persia, of course the most confident person in the world.) He suddenly remembered something and was surprised. He looked at the prince with a look of love: "Doctor? Doctor head down? What are you two big men doing at the same time in the ghost black market? Is it because the Conviction League wants to do something about this?"
"..." There was an extremely faint fluctuation in the prince's expression.
Although it was very weak, he was still caught by a hammer of gold, and he saw an emotional "unhappy" from the fluctuations.
The prince lowered his gaze: "No action, it is... to do something at the invitation of a friend. And since I have come to the black market of ghosts and ghosts, as a blood of Solomon, I will naturally come to Wujinfang to visit you." He paused: " At the same time, I have come to entrust you with a very difficult job."
The gaze of a fortune was moving back and forth between the prince and the magic silver coffin. He felt that his blood was swelling: "Is it work related to the magic silver coffin?"
The prince nodded slowly and said, "The magic silver coffin had an accident not long ago."
A hammer of gold was horrified, and the extinction sealed by the magic silver coffin was no small thing. Since the thing was sealed in, the importance of this coffin was by no means lost to the legendary Pandora's Box!
If something happens to the magic silver coffin...
The daughter of a hammer asked in horror: "What's the accident?!"
The prince glanced at the magic silver coffin: "Before, someone took it away from me when I fainted. The seal on it was connected to my spirit, but I lost consciousness at the time, and I was connected to it. The distance was stretched, so the magic silver coffin was once opened... a gap... Later, it was speculated that it should have lasted about two seconds."
A catastrophic gasp emanated from the throat of a golden hammer. He covered his forehead, his burly body swayed and almost fell: "Fortunately, there is only a gap that lasted for two seconds, otherwise something serious will happen!" He asked very angrily: " Meow! It's really fearless for the ignorant... Want to kill the whole world, but do you want to die stupidly in the first moment? Which pig brain dares to make this behavior that lowers the IQ of the entire planet?"
The prince sighed softly: "It's indeed a fool, but it's strong! Strong enough to survive, and there is enough energy to close the magic silver coffin and escape."
"What? Survive?" A hammer of gold stared like a steel rod on the top of the head, with round eyes: "I don't think anyone in the world can have this kind of ability!" He scanned the prince up and down: "Even you can only Relying on sacrificing most of their own strength and cooperating with the magic silver coffin to suppress the disaster of world extinction, it is absolutely impossible to escape under that situation!!"
The prince’s green eyes were shining with fire: “The other party should have three people at the time. It should be two of them who controlled the disaster of the world for two seconds. The strongest third person activated the seal of the magic silver coffin, and then used his strength to force the incompleteness. The catastrophe that broke away was forced back."
With a smashing nose, he said with a look of surprise for a long time: "Even if the three of them work together... that would be too horrible!"
The prince nodded: "The power of these three people is indeed appalling."
Thousands of dollars raised their feet and kicked a few large coals into the hearth: "Who are these three strong and brainless stupid?"
The prince said coldly: "Kidney cook from the Tyrant Club..."
"Ha!" The daughter of a hammer waved his hand disdainfully: "Kidney cook? Although this tyrant of food is also a strong hand, he may not be able to compare with yours, right? In my opinion... to his degree, if he wants to hurt him. You can only rely on sneak attacks!"
"Sneak attack..." The prince recalled the scene, and he was actually hit by the hammer of gold, so his face was a little gloomy, and said to the hammer of gold: "In addition to him, the second general is one of the three."
A hammer of gold bowed his head and thought for a while: "I have been in the black market all year round. I heard people tell a story about the second general who once paid half the price of his power for the same rank as Feuer. But even only The strength of the remaining half of the power body should not be underestimated..." He paused: "But the two people combined are still not enough to suppress the disaster of the world, which means that the third person's ability is the key."
The prince nodded: "The third person is the chief tyrant---Bone Mist!"
"Bone Mist Old Beard?" The golden temple jumped sharply, and he slapped his thigh: "I guess it was him! But...a cook, a half-length general, plus him, can suppress the disaster of the world for two seconds. It seems that there is a big problem with him!"
"Bone Mist is very strong, and there must be a secret trump card hidden." The prince's hollow eyes gradually became fierce: "So I need your ability to help me!"
A hammer of gold gave the prince an understanding look: "I understand, you want me to'reinforce' the magic silver coffin, so that you can liberate the part of the power that you sacrificed to suppress the magic silver coffin, and then your combat power will be reduced. Will it improve, right?"
The prince nodded: "That's exactly what I meant!"
A hammer of gold showed a strong smile: "This is a big project!" He threw the Bijing hammer in the air and caught it: "Fortunately to improve the legacy of my ancestors, test the ultimate limit of my skills, and let me have The opportunity to challenge the realm of the first generation of ancestors...I really cannot refuse this commission!" His eyes flashed with strangely bright light: "Then let us make a beautiful end to the bondage of Solomon's blood and the Golden Hammer. Come on!" (End of this chapter)