Chapter 351

How do you answer this line?

I shouldn't have come?

You come and I come?

I won't come if you don't come?

Yilin hesitated for 0.3 seconds and was too lazy to talk nonsense. He directly took out the [blank divine sword crystal] dug from the wolf's nest.

"Hurry, don't talk nonsense, hurry."

Blacksmith Ge Lang: "

The blacksmith stopped his busy work.

Look unhappy.

But he still honestly wiped the beaded sweat beads on his forehead. His dry and chapped hands took over the blank divine sword crystal of Yilin and studied it carefully.

"Purity... Reluctantly."

A moment later, the silent blacksmith finally said a word.

Yilin smelled the speech and looked slightly stunned: "this kind of crystal, and the distinction between purity?"

The blacksmith smiled coldly and rubbed his big hand on the blank divine sword crystal.

Yilin watched helplessly. When the blacksmith's calloused palm rubbed the crystal surface, a thin layer of white powder was pulled out between his palms.

It's clear that the crystal has been ground into powder.

How many years will it take to roll the crystal with your bare hands?

Yilin resisted the impulse to snatch back the crystal she had just started.

After the blacksmith stroked it with his palm, the pure white crystal flashed, and its name became impressively——

[flawed blank sword crystal].

"That's almost it."

The blacksmith's frown tightened and stretched a little, and his other hand silently extended to Yilin.

Yilin knows.

He took out the blood red short knife from the [prop].

Before giving the red dagger to the blacksmith, Yilin's action was slightly stiff.

Somehow.

This mysterious "divine sword" gave him the feeling that it was like a part of his body, which was hard to give up.

It's like... Something very important.

"Isn't it just a piece of equipment?"

Yilin also felt a little strange about his strange emotion.

But now is not the time to ponder. After all, I have lost my memory. It's useless to tangle here. To unlock this "divine sword", it seems that you must go through the process of being polished by gram blacksmith.

It's a big deal... Just wash it after you're done.

Yilin finally handed over the red dagger.

Slightly distressed.

"You... Please take it easy."

Yi Lin stared at GE Lang blacksmith and held it for a long time before he finally held out such a sentence.

"Oh, hum."

The blacksmith laughed first and then gave a cold hum.

He glanced at Yilin and said, "a real assassin will never hand over his weapons to others."

I don't want to meow, okay?

"Hurry."

The blacksmith doesn't seem to want to entangle too deeply with Yilin. He doesn't know why.

He looked at Yilin's expression, there was always a smell of disgust.

But this is a task.

No way.

God, do not disobey.

The blacksmith reluctantly held the red short knife flat with one hand at eye level. He squinted and carefully looked at the shape, material, radian and edge of the short knife.

Gradually, in the blacksmith's indifferent eyes, there was a touch of surprise, then a flash of doubt, and finally only a deep sigh.

"Pity, pity, pity."

"Huh?"

The blacksmith has no bird, Erin.

After saying three short sentences, he shook his head: "I see."

Yilin squeezed his fist.

No words.

But the blacksmith blew Yilin out of the door: "go away, don't disturb my work."

Yilin is a little confused.

This is my weapon.

There's no way.

The blacksmith's level was estimated to be very high. Yilin was not at all depressed. However, he had no room to resist. In the twinkling of an eye, he was blown out of the door by the blacksmith.

Helpless, Yilin can only look at the closed door and wait outside the door.

Outside the blacksmith's shop, in the chimney, black smoke billowed like a pillar, straight into the sky.

"Dang, Dang, Ding, Ding, Ka, Dong, Dong -"

Across the door, there was a crazy beating of iron.

The sound of beating iron is different from usual.

It was as if the blacksmith Grange had used an eighteen position.

It's hard for Yilin to make up his mind, imagine and figure out what cruel treatment his weapons are being subjected to.

Ge Lang blacksmith didn't tell Yilin how long to wait before he blew Yilin out.

Although Yilin felt some suffering during this period, he had no choice but to wait.

Wait until the blacksmith opens the door.

Although Yilin once thought of turning [shadow kill] into a shadow and drilling in through the crack of the door to see what the blacksmith is tossing about.

But after struggling for a while, Yilin took a deep breath and gave up this idea.

As the saying goes, blacksmith Ge Lang is an important NPC in the novice village and one of the life mentors of adventurers. He should not be greedy for his weapons.

"It should not."

Yilin walked around the blacksmith's shop for five times. After he didn't find any secret door that could sneak out, he was relieved and said.

“……”

What Irene didn't expect was that he waited for several hours.

He even felt some urgency in urination and didn't dare to leave. He had to hold it.

At this moment, Yilin suddenly understood why the dog always likes to turn off his dog legs and hiss at the root of the wall.

In these hours.

There was almost no pause, or slowing down the rhythm of the heavy beating of iron in the house.

Yilin listened and looked more serious.

It was hard for him to imagine what a terrible physical strength it was to enable gram blacksmith to complete this kind of high-intensity work without stopping swinging the sledgehammer.

Yilin was worried.

He wasn't worried about Gran's blacksmith's health.

Yilin is worried that such a hammer method will not hammer away his "divine sword".

After a while.

Finally.

The clang of the iron suddenly stopped.

"Call -"

"Zizizi -"

in the house.

Again toss out strange movements.

The black smoke from the chimney, which can be called the source of air pollution in Labu Town, turned into a strange dark red.

"Hmm? Is this...?"

Yilin's nose moved slightly.

I don't know if it was an illusion. At this moment, he felt that there was a strange smell in the dark red exhaust gas. It's a bit like blood, but not very much. There is no smell of blood, but a strange fragrance.

"Babbling -"

As Yilin pondered what the faint smell in the air was, he closed the shop door for several hours and finally opened a gap.

"Come in."

The hoarse, dry voice of the blacksmith came from the house.

At the moment when Yilin pushed the door in, a terrible heat rushed to his face. Yilin suddenly had the illusion that the sweat on his face was roasted into curly hair, and his face was full of burnt smell, which was very terrible. Although it may be psychological, the high temperature in the house can not be fake.

It's hard to imagine how the blacksmith Grange survived for hours in this environment.

Is it true that NPC doesn't talk about the laws of physics at all, but only the rules of the game?

According to the normal game process, shouldn't it be a clap of both palms, a flash of gold, and an instant?

Yilin didn't have time to ask questions.

The blacksmith held a thin red knife and quickly rowed in front of Yilin.

Hiss——

After the knife was cut, Yilin felt the cold on the back of his hand. Looking down, there was a thin opening.

The blacksmith is very cruel, but the knife is faster.

Yilin hasn't reacted yet. The red short knife in the blacksmith's hand has been stained with Yilin's own blood.

The bright red blood quickly moistened into the blade. In the twinkling of an eye, a feeling of blood connection came from the knife in the blacksmith's hand.

"Where did you get your sword?"

Yilin took over the new version of the "divine sword" and didn't play it carefully. When he heard the blacksmith ask so, Yilin couldn't answer. He could only shake his head and say, "I forgot."

"Oh, yes. You have lost your memory."

Blacksmith Grange got up, staggered to the corner, bent down and picked up a big wine pot. "Bo" bit open the lid, poured a few mouthfuls to quench his thirst, didn't look at Yilin, and sat down alone in the corner of the house.

"There are only 49 'Divine swords' in the world. I know the names of' them 'for every divine sword, but I've never seen you before."

The blacksmith opened his mouth and took another gulp.

oh

Have you finally begun to explain the world outlook setting?

Yilin shook the "divine sword" back and listened carefully to the words of blacksmith Ge Lang.

"Every divine sword is given by the 'God' Uranus. It is unique and cannot be copied. Ordinary people cannot create it. The instrument of divine power is the divine sword."

Yilin said, "aren't you very powerful? You can even repair the divine sword."

"Repair?" Grange blacksmith laughed at himself: "I just woke them up."

“……”

Grange blacksmith was silent again.

He gulped hot wine into his mouth. Not only did they not quench their thirst, but the mucous membrane on the lips dried up and even exuded blood.

long time.

The blacksmith Ge Lang said another sentence: "your 'Divine sword' is blood."

"What do you mean?"

Yilin frowned.

"Get out."

“？”

"Get out!"

“……”

The old fellow Smith seemed to have inherited the glorious tradition of NPC's "speaking only three points and one" in the game world. After leaving a rather baffling word, he again kicked Yi Lin out of the blacksmith shop.

finally.

There came a whisper: "wait until you find the blood of the Holy One."

Yilin was stunned.

Right now.

"Ding!"

There was a crisp sound in my ear.

[mainline task updated!]

[at present, the main task is: 'Divine sword:??' the road to recovery!]

[current task objective: Find 'blood of the Holy One' for blacksmith Gelang.]

[task difficulty: SSS!]

[task time limit: none.]

[task reward: unknown.]

……

SSS！

This is special!

Yilin slapped the door again.

There was no more movement inside.

Yilin lowered his head and thought deeply.

"Forget it, since the task has been released, it shows that the next step can be carried out only when we find the 'blood of the saint', which is reluctantly impossible."

Yilin took out the brand-new weapon and looked carefully in the sun.

Yilin was slightly stunned.

The brand-new weapon is as transparent as red glass in the sun. It seems that it will break when touched. The "divine sword" that has been severely beaten for a round is very thin, as thin as a cicada's wing, and the thickness is almost imperceptible when looking down. Weighing in your hand is like no weight, so light that you can float in place.

The re forged "divine sword" is very different from the previous form, as if it had become a weapon of others.

"Strange... How did this happen?"

Yilin clearly remembered that the weapon had a certain thickness before glang blacksmith started.

Look carefully again, in the nearly transparent knife, it seems that there is blood rolling and flowing, which is extremely magical.

Yilin remembered the words of Gran blacksmith again.

"Your sword is blood."

be rather baffling.

In order to avoid long dreams at night, Yilin left Labu town as fast as he could.

In no one's place, Yilin grasped the unknown "divine sword" and launched the ability of the legendary "divine sword".

——Summon the spirit.

At the moment of weapon capability launch.

A red light and a white light emerged from the bloody thin blade, and then turned into two beautiful virtual shadows.

"Nie Hongxiu,"

"Bai Xiaoyi,"

"Follow the call."

"We ask you,"

"Are you our master?"

Yilin: "...?"