The mage arrives

"You should have encountered those undead outside. They are called ghost dragon servants, and they are all loyal servants who are controlled by the spell of the black dragon Timodaros and serve it. You know, the black dragon needs to collect a huge amount of flesh and blood as materials to Repair his own body. So he must have subordinates to do things for him."

"After nearly a thousand years of tireless busyness, the work of the ghost dragon servants is drawing to a close. The day of the recovery of the black dragon Timodaros is coming. The earth will tremble, the sky will cry, and everything will crawl on the black Under the great threat of Dragon Shadow..."

"Brother, please don't use your crappy poetry to exaggerate the strength of Tymodaros. It is indeed very powerful, but we have not done nothing all these years." The younger brother Falohide was a little dissatisfied.

"Oh? Do you have countermeasures?" Gordon asked with interest.

"Of course, the mage of the adult race!"

Everyone came to a huge room where the temperature suddenly rose and the air was filled with the smell of metal ions.The huge humanoid machine "Essabri No. [-]" pointed forward, and Gordon looked forward along the pointer, and there was an extremely complex and huge mechanical device placed there.

With an unknown force—most likely a thick lever driven by some kind of magic circle, it drives the blower to make a whirring sound, delivering fresh air to the fire to keep it burning vigorously.The fire kept jumping at the bottom of the huge boiler, and the flames danced wildly, heating the sealed boiler continuously, causing white water vapor to continuously evaporate from the boiler.

In addition to this special device, there are more traditional blacksmith equipment beside it, such as anvils, whetstones, stoves, sinks and the like.

Gordon noticed that on the shell of the boiler, there was a magic circle that appeared and disappeared, exuding orange light.The complex geometric configuration and various runes seem familiar.

"This is... the wet water forging method?" Gordon blurted out.

"Oh, you, a mage of the adult race, actually know the weapon-making method that belongs to the deep rock halfling?" The halfling's head full of disheveled white hair looked at Gordon with surprised eyes.

Gordon also only learned in "Ancient Era" that the halflings of the deep rock have such a peculiar weapon-making method, but it is the first time he has witnessed it with his own eyes.The key point is to select a special quality water source, pour it into the boiler, and then put the semi-finished weapon blank.Use high temperature and high pressure.There is also the function of the magic circle, which allows the special ingredients in the water to strengthen the material of the weapon.

"It's no wonder that the two brothers chose to live near the hot springs. It seems that this hot spring water contains some ingredients that are useful for halflings to forge weapons."

Glancing at the clock hanging on the wall, the halfling exclaimed happily: "Ah. The time is just right, it's time to bake!"

Driving a huge humanoid machine.The halfling came to the boiler.The blower was stopped, and the flame was extinguished.He manipulated a cleverly designed mechanical arm to lift the lid of the boiler.

clap la la...

In the steaming hot water, a sword blank was scooped up.Even in this dimly lit room, it glows with a dazzling metallic white light, like a bright moon rising into the sky.shining brightly.

Although it was just a rough blank, it hadn't been shaped or sharpened, but Gordon was sure that it must be an extremely powerful weapon.The huge energy contained in it can only be possessed by epic weapons at least.

The halfling controls the humanoid machine and puts the sword blank into the burning furnace.Green, white, red, the magical flames mixed with three colors continuously heat the sword blank, turning it from silvery white to red.

The halfling brother stared at the blazing fire, and his face became more and more excited: "Hurry up, hurry up! After nearly a thousand years, the highest masterpiece of my life, Farohyde Baggins, is about to be completed! "

Suddenly, because of violent mood swings, Falohide coughed loudly, and his body shook violently, causing his brother beside him to also start coughing.

The driver's discomfort was transmitted to Essabri [-], causing the machine to clank, making a teeth-stinging metal crashing sound.

"Are you...all right?"

"Ahem...it's okay." After finally recovering, brother Harford had a morbid flush on his face full of dimples, "It's just a natural law. Even magical spells can't stop the bodily functions." Gradually aging. It's almost 1000 years..."

Harford let out a long sigh, his eyes went through the fog of memory, and he went back to the past years: "My brother and I survived the battle with the black dragon Timodaros. But this guy suffered a serious injury that cannot be cured, so I I decided to transplant his head into my body. Our two brothers share the same body and live on.”

That's a crazy, bold idea.But the appearance of the two brothers in front of them shows that the elder brother Harford has succeeded.

"I'm a pretty good mage. I have deep research in the school of change, especially in the transformation and strengthening of life." Harford glanced at his brother and continued, "Not only did I successfully transplant my brother's head , and also performed several life-extending spells on my body. But after all, I am not a god, and I don’t even have a legendary realm. My lifespan will eventually end, and it will come soon.”

"But before that, brother..." Falohide clenched his teeth.From this skinny and old face, Gordon saw a resolute expression and boundless determination.

"We must finish this sword. It is the key to killing Timodaros completely."

The halfling brothers didn't pay any attention to Gordon, as if every word they said would waste another bit of their few lives.In the whole room, there was only the clang and clang of the hammer hitting the long sword, and the prolonged "chi--" sound when the scorching sword plunged into the icy cold spring water.

"Brother, where is this?" Finally, amidst the regular hammering sound, Xiona got rid of the influence of the spell and woke up.

"This is a secret underground residence near the hot spring. The owner is a pair of halfling brothers. They are busy making a sword..." Gordon pointed to Harford and Farohide who were busy in the distance, and gave Xie Ou Na briefly explained what happened after she fell into a coma.

Xiona nodded, expressing her understanding.She looked at the complete clothes on her body, and then looked at Gordon and Faria.

"It was your brother who put it on for you," Faliya said.

This girl is really... She can say whatever she wants, and she never knows what it means to be tactful or cover up.If it is a girl with a more delicate mind.For example, Shelley would definitely say that she helped Xiona put on her clothes at this time to avoid embarrassment.

Xiona blushed and glanced at her brother, wisely she did not continue this topic.

At this moment, Faliya frowned slightly, stroked the position of the heart on her chest with her left hand, and said, "I feel that the sword is a bit strange. It gives me a very strange but familiar feeling. It is fighting with me. The blood in the body. Resonates...why is that?"

"Let me answer your question, little girl." A gentle and deep voice suddenly sounded in the room.

Faliya and Xiona both showed signs of vigilance, but Gordon remained indifferent.Because he had heard this voice more than once.

An old man in a gray robe walked into the room and appeared in front of Gordon and the others. He had a gentle appearance.It gives people a kind feeling, and the white beard and hair flutter slightly when walking.Extra eye-catching.

The old mage walked to the workbench.Put the long stick-shaped object tightly wrapped in black cloth in your hand on it.Gordon noticed that the old mage did not appear in front of him in a spirit state, but had a complete body.

This is really unexpected.

"Brother, who is he?" Xiona asked.

"Mr. Cyprus Ding, the archmage of the Kingdom of Sedin."

"The Kingdom of Saidin has long been destroyed and in the flames of war, and the title of archmage has long been annihilated. Therefore, just call me Cyprus Ding." His gaze focused on Faliya, and he never looked away for a long time.

Faliya felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by the old mage, if she could not feel the clear and calm eyes of the other party.There is no hint of dirtyness at all, and the grand duke's daughter, who likes to be straightforward, may have had an attack long ago.

"Is there any question, Mr. Sepulsteen?" Faliya asked after thinking about it.It was the first time Gordon saw her talking to a mage in such a pleasant manner.

"I'm just very happy." Cyprus Ding smiled with deep crow's feet, "A descendant of a silver dragon. I didn't expect you, Gordon, to bring me such a surprise. With you, young Ma'am, our confidence in killing the black dragon will greatly increase."

The old mage pointed to the halfling who was still manipulating the huge humanoid machinery, forging the long sword, and was deaf to everything happening outside: "The long sword that Harford and Farohide are building, we named it 'Donabe Liz's Fang'. As the name suggests, this sword will use the teeth of the silver dragon. In fact, according to Donabelis' last words, we used her dragon bones, dragon scales, and dragon blood for this sword On the sword. It has the power to kill the black dragon Timodaros."

"So, because Faliya has the blood of the silver dragon in her body, she resonated with this unfinished long sword?" Gordon concluded.

"That's right." Cyprus Ding nodded, "And after this sword is forged, only living beings can use it. That's why we, the dead souls of the Siding Kingdom, need your help."

Gordon glanced at Sepulstin, and thought to himself that you have flesh and blood, and your body is full of the breath of the living. Could it be that you are also an undead?

But he didn't say it, just raised another question: "According to your plan, a living person needs to use the tooth of Donabelis to kill the black dragon Timodaros - if you guessed right, this matter Best done before the black dragon has fully repaired his body. Because if the mighty Tymodaros regained his strength, it would be impossible to kill him. However, it is clear that what you need is a A fighter, not a mage. I prefer to fight with spells, not with swords. So why do you need my help, Archmage Cyprustin?"

The old mage glanced at the juniors of the same profession, pointed to the long stick-shaped object wrapped in black cloth that he brought just now, and said, "Because of it." (To be continued...)