Chapter 235

"I don't know that. Maybe you'll know when you can get out of the Lich land one day!" the old alchemist played with his chains and hoarse his voice with a smile: "only if you can live forever."

"Don't worry, I will live, I want to be a legend." kukas narrowed his eyes and said with a ferocious smile: "At that time, I want all the lichs in the Lich land to become my slaves. No, I want to throw them into the abyss and let them suffer from the fire of the abyss and never get away. Let their blood be cursed and their future generations live in poverty, pain and sadness forever. Let their future generations lose their strength forever and break their inheritance Absolutely, dissipate from heaven and earth. "

"I didn't expect you to talk big." the old priest grinned. He really didn't take kukas's words to heart. He had cursed and made up his mind, but for thousands of years, he had been completely desperate. Now he only wants to die peacefully and end this painful life.

As time passed, a magic time passed quickly. A middle-aged alchemist came out of the room behind the old alchemist. He came out with two heavy weapons in both hands and threw them on the earth in front of kukas: a one legged copper doll specially treated by the alchemists!

The one legged copper doll is only three cubits and three inches long. It is shaped like a doll: the doll's palm is closed on the face door, the left leg is circled, the right leg is straight, and there are three inches of hair on the head. All these hair are treated by secret methods. It is three edged thorns, which can easily tear fighting spirit and magic defense. Each handle weighs 360 pounds.

Because the weapon is made of special materials selected by alchemists, it doesn't look bloated at all. After the transformation of alchemists, they inlaid the doll with three inch long three edged thorns, and carved a large number of magic words and symbols on the whole weapon. Finally, a small hole was designed on the doll's foot to shuttle the chain.

The 720 pound one legged copper doll was carried in kukas's hands. After wearing ferocious armor and winding chains, the whole person looked ferocious.

His mind was imprinted on the two one legged copper man dolls, and suddenly a feeling of blood connection spread all over his body. The two one legged copper man dolls were like his two arms. They waved at will, which was no less proficient than he had mastered the third-order heavy weapons before.

"How do you feel?" the old alchemist looked at kukas curiously: "if there is anything inappropriate, just put it forward and we'll help you correct it immediately."

"Yes, it's very handy, and you don't feel much weight at all. HMM! Your craftsmanship is really too powerful." kukas excitedly waved his new weapon. He was too excited. He believed that when these two weapons were used, even the defense of level 5 classes could not be attacked in front of him.

"Ha ha! Because your weapon is designed for the first time, we have added some small things to it. Well! As long as you kill enough people with it, these two weapons can grow with you and even become legendary weapons. Ha ha! I believe your enemies will have a headache in the future." The old alchemist smiled strangely and pointed at kukas: an obsidian with a height of more than one person appeared in front of him. "Try and see if you can break this obsidian."

"Sure." kukas shook his bald head and screamed. The moment he got the weapon, he wanted to try the real power of the weapon. Now there is a man's high Obsidian as a target, how could he not try?

With half his strength, he waved it with his left hand. The heavy one legged copper doll tore the air and sent out a sharp howl, which hit the huge obsidian in an instant.

"Bang!" there was a loud noise, stone chips scattered, and an obsidian more than one person high burst in front of the one legged copper doll.

"Roar!" Kukas roared excitedly when he saw that the hard Obsidian broke under his attack. You know, he had attacked Obsidian with a siege hammer before. At that time, even if he used fighting spirit, he could not tear the obsidian, but now he only used half his strength to make the whole Obsidian look like this. How can he not let him change like this excitement?

"Good! Tearing the obsidian, your weapon weight accounts for one-third of the reason, the spikes on it account for one-third of the reason, and your luck accounts for one-third of the reason." the old alchemist nodded with satisfaction and commented to kukas.

"Luck?" kukas was very surprised when he heard the word. He still recognized the reasons for weapons and strength. After all, his strength is many times greater than before, and weapons are much better. But when it comes to luck, he doesn't believe it so much.

"Normally, you can crack this Obsidian at most, but you can't make it crack instantly. But a sharp thorn on your weapon just now happens to puncture the weakest point of the whole stone, which is why this situation is in front of you." the old alchemist said with some regret: "If you have more strength, even the fifth level defense spell can be easily torn by you like paper in front of you. Even if you can't tear the defense, you can shock the people inside by relying on the power contained in it alone."

After listening to the words of the old alchemist, kukas suddenly realized. "It's not luck, but my killing talent shows me the most vulnerable place of the boulder. Ha ha! Good talent." of course, CASS didn't say it. He just nodded to know.

"If you are proficient in heavy weapons in your talent, improve this talent! You can't really exert the power of this weapon now." the old alchemist sighed and waved to kukas to leave.

"Thank you!" kukas didn't know if the old alchemist was right. He just wanted to do what he wanted. Instead of following others' advice and suddenly changing the route you set long ago. Of course, there are good and bad ways to do this. No one knows what will develop in the end. But at present, for kukas, his choice is still right. Yes, even if there are mistakes in the future, he won't regret it. After all, the past is the past. Regret can't let him choose his career and open his talent again.