The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 810 Lion Iron Seal

"Huff, huff~" At the foot of the frozen misty mountains, an old man with disheveled hair and untidy beard was walking at the foot of the mountain, leaning on a long object wrapped in animal skin and cloth, with one step deep and one step shallow.

"Ouch!" The old man missed a step and fell into a snow pit. He was not careful and fell down, with a bruised face and nose.

"Ouch..." The old man touched his waist and abdomen, and when he stretched out his hand, it was covered with blood.

"Damn it! The wound has burst again! Bastard half-orc! I curse you to give birth to a son without an asshole!" The old man bent down, covering his wound and groaning, his eyes seemed to be able to spit flames.

"Bastard! Beast!" The old man muttered to himself, cursing the orcs from the north all the time, and twisted a few thick branches from the snow pile next to him. The branches as thick as arms were not much stronger than tofu in the old man's big hands covered with fire. The old man threw the branches he had broken together, hastily pulled out a few dead branches, and quickly ignited them with the fire-type fire in his hands. Then the old man quickly stuffed them into the gap under the pile of branches.

"Crackle!" The bonfire illuminated the old man's face red and warmed his gradually stiff body. He took out an iron vat from his space ring, scooped out a spoonful of snow, boiled the snow, spread out a piece of linen and soaked it in boiling water, then scooped it out and wiped the wounds on his chest and abdomen.

"Hiss! These wolf cubs are so cruel! What a vicious curse!" The old man laughed in silence. Looking at the strange black runes on the wound, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to condense the fire fighting spirit to expel the curse.

"How disgusting!" The old man sighed slowly, looking at the curse runes disappearing in his body speechlessly. These curses consciously avoided his expulsion and purification, hiding deep in his body. It was difficult to remove them except for holy magic and light magic.

"Uh..." The old man applied the medicine on his wound and wanted to stand up, but his hand slipped and he fell to the ground. The thing wrapped in the animal skin fell to the ground. It was a lance that was shining with cold light. The simple and majestic lance was not gorgeous, and even a little inconspicuous. Apart from the sharp edge that pricked people's eyes and hurt them, most people would not even look at it.

"Oh, God! How can you be so unkind to me!" A few sparkling eyes flashed in the old man's eyes. He tried desperately to struggle. He looked at the sky which was gradually brightening, gasping for breath, and his eyelids slowly became heavy.

"Uncle Leo! Uncle Leo!" In the dim light, Leo seemed to hear the call of his young master. He tried desperately to raise his hands, to put on his armor again and follow his young master, but his increasingly heavy eyelids and uncontrollable limbs ignored his thoughts. He struggled for a few times and then fell into darkness.

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"Hurry! Please ask Lord Dura to come down! Olaf! Go to my desk and get the iron box! Hurry! Hurry!" Apophis Breo shouted anxiously.

"Coming! Coming!" Dura ran over hurriedly with a staff in hand.

"Oh my God! What's going on? What happened to him?" Dura said in shock.

"Save him! You must save him! Please!" Apophis Breo almost knelt down to Dura.

"Okay, okay, Your Highness, calm down! Let me take a look first!" Green magic runes appeared on Dura's fingers, and a set of life healing spells were performed first. Although he didn't know what happened, it would definitely not be wrong to replenish vitality. The biggest advantage of this skill is that it can keep the life hanging on, making it easier for rescue.

  "What the hell is this killing curse?" Dura's eyes widened. No one had ever taught him how to remove the killing curse cast by a sixth-level professional!

"You don't know?" Apophis Breo nervously grabbed Dura and trembled. "How can I know? I'm a fourth-level mage! The sixth-level thing is too far away from me! I can't tell the difference at all!" Dura was numb. No one told him that a fourth-level spellcaster would have to deal with a sixth-level spellcaster! Mages are not like warriors. The huge gap between mental strength and magic power cannot be balanced by technology. Among mages, those who can kill enemies above their level are geniuses! The gap between the fourth and sixth levels is like a vast ocean in front of Dura, and he can't see the other side.

"Oh my God! What happened? Your Highness!" Olaf hurried over holding the box.

"Quick!" Apophis Breo took out the Grand Duke's Medal from inside and placed it on Leo. The effect was immediate. The Grand Duke's Medal, which had the ability to expel evil, directly limited the further corrosion of Leo by the curse.

"I hope it helps!" Apophis Breo solemnly opened the interlayer of the box and took out an iron seal the size of a bottle cap.

"What is this?" Olaf and Dura's eyes froze. Although they didn't understand this thing, the ancient aura and faint pressure on it made them understand that this might not be a simple thing.

"Epic jewelry?" Olaf asked puzzledly.

"I'm afraid it's a legendary magic item!" Dura said in surprise.

"It's mythical! The sacred artifact of the Breo family! The personal seal of the first Grand Duke - the Lion Iron Seal!" Apophis Breo said solemnly.

"Divine Artifact?" Olaf lowered his voice in horror. You know, a divine artifact is something that is hard to find and is rarely seen by ordinary people.

"That's right... The King's Lion family is a possibility..." Dura pursed his chin and said solemnly. With the status of the Grand Duke of the King's Lion in the empire, it is not difficult to get a magic weapon. After all, as the loyal dog of the North of the empire and the fun person among the electors, the empire will definitely be willing to give the King's Lion family a magic weapon. After all, even dragon rider families like Anthony and McDougal have magic weapons, so there is no reason why the King's Lion family doesn't have one.

"But shouldn't the material of the artifact be sparkling? Is this gray one also an artifact?" Olaf looked at Apophis Breo in surprise as he placed the iron seal in his hand on Leo's chest. A great pressure emanated from him, and at the same time, the phantom of a lion leaped vividly in the void.

"It was originally the personal seal of our ancestors when they founded the country with Your Majesty, but after being nurtured by successive grand dukes and having been blessed by God...it was transformed into a divine weapon!" Apophis Breo said calmly. Yes, divine weapons are not only created through casting, nurturing and miracles are also a way to create divine weapons. For example, Ousbaiah's equipment was transformed into a divine weapon and passed down.

"Is this thing effective?" Dura asked doubtfully.

"I think so. Its effect is to stimulate the protection of the Lion Soul and prevent it from being eroded by abnormal conditions. I think it should work!" Apophis Breo thought for a while.

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