Born to be a dragon I'm sorry!

Chapter 199 I am the One Piece and the master of all seas!

In the end, Golan couldn't resist Simeone's plea, and embarked on his own decisive battle with such a burden.

"Teacher, who do we need to deal with this time?"

Under Simeone's tireless and repeated inquiries.

Golan sighed deeply and said in an uninspired tone.

"Several guys who are similar to me, this is just a civil war between us, it has nothing to do with outsiders like you."

"How can you say that, I know you are worried about my safety, teacher, but I have been promoted to a legend now, so stabbing a knife in the back can always be done, right?"

"... Just run away, I don't need help."

The first time Simeone saw Golan, his expression became so serious.

"If you insist on meddling in my battle with them, then those guys don't need to do anything, I will be the first to kill you!"

"I know, I know."

He pouted.

After being quiet for a while, Simeone couldn't help but speak again, making Golan take a deep breath and consider whether he should sneak into the shadows to avoid this chattering.

"Then where are we going now, do we just come to the door and fight them?"

"...No, go to the blacksmith left by some guy first, I need a suitable weapon before the real battle begins."

"Huh? Teacher, don't you need something like a dagger? Why do you want to order it now? What does it mean to have a blacksmith left over? Does that guy have anything to do with you?"

There was no response for a long time.

When Simeone couldn't help but turned his head to check, he realized that Golan had disappeared without a trace, and he put on a gesture of refusing to communicate!
"Okay, as long as you are happy."

Simeone shook his head helplessly. He was the apprentice that Golan accepted casually in his spare time, and he was the only one.

After so many years of getting along, Simeone has already guessed about Golan's true identity.

Obviously, the 'Blade of Silence' who almost single-handedly caused the destruction of the Scorching Sun Empire and publicly assassinated Emperor Troy is the most likely truth!

Think about it too.

Only those night elves who are extremely good at the way of shadows in the eyes of orthodox elves can possibly accomplish such a fantasy!
After traveling all the way, Simeone and Golan finally came to a vast desert after 13 years.

Ignoring Simone's confused gaze beside him.

Golan walked into the entrance of the cave that was about to be buried in the sand and dust without hesitation. The cool air made the two of them who had been exposed to the scorching sun for many days couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Walking towards the depths of the cave, footsteps sounded rhythmically in the cave.

And gradually.

The forging sound of the hammer beating was also quietly mixed in the footsteps. The vigorous beating made Simone's face a little serious, and he was keenly aware that the blacksmith his teacher had been looking for must have extremely exaggerated strength attributes!
Walking through the passage, the time suddenly opened up in the cave.

I saw an extremely burly figure with his back to the two of them at this moment, sweating profusely as he kept lifting a heavy hammer, and then swung it down with all his strength!
Not choosing to disturb the other party, Golan stood quietly where he was, quietly waiting for the forging of Molten Iron King to end.

Simeone's gaze was fixed on the two white and hard fangs of the Molten Iron King for a moment, and a word he had only seen in books came out of his mind:
Troll!

They come, the security.

Simeone didn't do anything superfluous, and stood there calmly like Golan, but looked at the Molten King's body with curious eyes from time to time.

He didn't know how to forge, but Simeone could feel that even if the weapon that the Molten Iron King was hammering was not finished yet, it had already shown some edge that belonged only to legendary weapons!

I'm afraid no one can imagine it.

A legendary weapon that countless people in the outside world couldn't ask for was forged from the hands of this troll blacksmith in such an inconspicuous cave!
The last melodious sound of forging disappeared, and the thick and square shield suddenly appeared on the anvil!

The crimson blood spilled down, sizzling the moment it touched the surface of the shield, adding a bit of ferocious murderous intent to the sharp protruding spikes on it.

Any master blacksmith here would know.

The King of Molten Iron is currently using an extremely ancient stereotyped cooling technique. This pot of wasteful dragon blood is mixed with a lot of secret materials, which can make the quality of this shield even better, and even get a little huge amount of money because of it. Dragon power!
"Tell me, what do you need me to forge?"

Only then did the Molten King turn around.

While taking out a few barrels of cold beer from the ice cellar underground, he looked at Golan with great interest, gulping down the wine in his mouth.

"The materials are ready, I need a dagger suitable for close combat, which can perfectly match my legendary power."

"let me see."

Obviously it was only the first time we met.

But the two seemed to be friends who had known each other for many years, and there was no trace of restraint in their tone. Even Golan seemed willing to say a few more words.

The legendary power called 'Twilight' was activated, and after feeling many negative effects on himself, his aura suddenly fell to the bottom.

Molten Iron King didn't seem to be worried at all that Golan took the opportunity to make a move, and he was in the mood to take another gulp of beer.

"Well, I have a general understanding. The materials you brought are still missing some minerals such as mithril. I will make up for it this time."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. There's a high probability that I won't have the chance to see you again anyway."

Golan did not speak, apparently acquiescing to this cruel reality.

However, Simeone frowned. The conversation between the two gave him a bad premonition, and asked the Molten Iron King. :"What's the meaning?"

"The apprentice you teach?"

Molten Iron King glanced at Simeone with a strange look, and said in a playful tone.

"Yes, easy things."

"Then let him hide away at that time, the main body will not allow others to interfere with this battle."

"It's natural, but I'm used to being alone, and most other people won't be as lonely as me.

As long as a battle breaks out between us, the forces under our respective armies will inevitably be involved in this fight between dragons and tigers. "

"That's their business. Anyway, try to kill as few people as possible."

Swing the hammer.

The Iron Molten King started a new round of forging with ease, and his superb skills made the boring tempering process look like a grand music performance. Every time he tapped, there would be crisp or dull notes!
Finally, these scattered and precious materials are integrated bit by bit under the scorching magic fire and given soul!

The arduous casting lasted for several months.

When the King of Molten Iron presented an exaggeratedly curved and elegant jet-black dagger to his face, Golan just lightly held it and twirled it in his palm a few times, with a satisfied expression on his face.

"In the name of Dusk, this weapon is destined to teach your enemies a lesson that will last a lifetime.

If you fail, it would be a good choice to give it to your apprentice before you die. It has the qualification to become a sacred object in the hearts of all assassins! "

"good."

Send it smoothly into the dragon skin scabbard.

Golan turned around and left neatly. Simone was about to follow him when he suddenly raised his hand without looking back and perfectly caught a storage ring thrown by the Iron King in mid-air.

"There is a set of 'Shadowless Man Suits' that I made myself, which is most suitable for a weak and lifeless kid like you.

Remember to brighten your eyes afterwards.

Your teacher doesn't need your help. This is the most important meaning of his existence in this world! "

Simeone's figure paused.

After leaving a thank you, he chased after him without looking back, but the Molten Iron King just shook his head. After a moment, the crisp sound of forging resounded in the deep cave.

"Teacher, who is that troll? How did you know each other?"

Return to the desert.

Simeone had already vaguely understood that the battle Golan decided to participate in was not as simple as he thought, so he asked insinuatingly.

"You just need to know that he is a remnant of the old era.

His only pleasure in normal times is to occasionally present some of the equipment he forged when he finds a junior he likes, and let those precious weapons shine brightly in the sun instead of him. "

Rarely, Golan uttered a relatively long speech.

Sand blows his hood.

The purple pupils unique to the night elves stared deeply at the front, as if they had seen several other clones who were about to rush over to meet each other!

Golan knew.

He has made all preparations, and he will also present a gorgeous assassination feast to his body!

Rubbing the handle of the dusk knife with the same name as his own legendary power, Golan remained silent as always, and finally disappeared slowly into the wind and sand in the sky!
at the same time.

Under the magnificent snow-capped mountains, a ship rose and fell in the waves of the sea. Each ship was filled with excited Vrykul people!
Even though the surrounding temperature had already broken below zero, all the vrykul were still naked from the upper body in such severe cold, with a rough and fierce aura blowing towards them!

All bowed their necks.

Looking excitedly at the strong figure standing steadily on the largest ship at the forefront of all the ships, he firmly believed that his king would lead them to be invincible!
"lets go."

The majestic voice of the warrior clone 'Tezolo' spread to every corner, completely pushing the eager atmosphere surging in the calm to the climax!

"Let this world remember that I am the master of all seas—!!"

After many years.

Tezoro's plunder at sea is regarded as the starting point of the great pirate era, which made the vast ocean become a bustling place, and countless grievances and resentments emerged!
And Tezolo himself is also called another title by countless people, in addition to his identity as the Seven Warriors——

One Piece! !

(End of this chapter)