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Chapter 219. I've Seen It Again!

"I've lost. I'm convinced."

Four hours passed, and Sword Saint, Mipero, was finally taken care of.

Char's mouth was dry, and his mind was filled with swords.

The two of them were like students setting questions for each other. From simple addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division at the beginning to complex application problems that were proposed by one person one after another. The solution also went from thinking for two or three seconds at the beginning to more than ten minutes later. Finally, Char raised a problem that Mipero could not solve, and the other party thought for an hour.

Among the more than 30 well-known swordsmanship that Char had mentioned, 15 were born after the death of the Grand Swordmaster, and three were the legacy of the Sworthy civilization of the fifth era. Therefore, not only did he have to explain it verbally, but he also had to gesture it a little for Mipero to understand the subtleties.

Of course, if it was not for this, he would not have been able to stop him. After all, this kind of problem was based on proficiency. Mipero had only accepted these swordsmanship techniques for less than a day, but he could solve most of them immediately. It was enough to show how powerful this Sword Saint was.

"I didn't expect Elfheim to have an Elf like you."

Mipero said with emotion, "I also didn't expect that after my death, my swordsmanship would have such an amazing development."

"It's all just copying the wisdom of others, standing on the shoulders of the predecessors and looking far away." Char waved his hand. "In my opinion, none of them can be compared to you. They're not even worthy of cleaning your sword."

No one had more confidence than him to say this.

177 rounds were enough for him to beat up all the swordsmen in the world dozens of times. There was indeed no one who was stronger than Mipero.

Furthermore, the old man was a heroic spirit! If it was the level 100...

He did not dare to think about it.

If he was given the Mystletainn, he estimated that he would have a 50 - 50 chance against the Seven Holy Spirits.

Mipero did not comment on his continuous flattery. He smiled and said, "How are your injuries?"

Char was shocked.

'What? You still want to fight?'

Although he was surprised, he simply stood up.

"It's fine, but I still can't beat you."

"Come on, even if I'm not, my achievements are not below mine. I've only walked a little longer than you."

Mipero shook his head and turned to leave.

"Kid, follow me."

"Oh, oh."

Char had just stood up when the system notification rang non-stop.

[You've completed the mission Sword Saint's Trial. You've received 120000 experience. Mipero's favorability toward you has increased.]

[You've unlocked the quest Silver Oak of The Origin. Current progress: The second round.]

[Detected that you have the item Silver Oak of The Origin required for the mission. Current progress has been upgraded to the third round.]

[The Gemstone Fireworks has been renamed to 'Silver Oak of The Origin'.]

[Mystletainn of The Origin: You can check out the quest details in the mythical section on the fourth floor of the Glinland great library.]

'I've finally hooked up with him.'

Char heaved a sigh of relief.

There were quite a few things he had to do in the court of the Holy Tree.

On the one hand, iveline needed to return to the river named "Drow" to wash away the curse of Andaheim. On the other hand, he needed to get the sword saint's approval to open the quest line and then enter the core area of the court of the Holy Tree.

Fortunately, everything was going smoothly.

Char followed the Sword Saint to his new home, which was the entrance to the new tomb that was built after the old tomb was blown up. Mipero told him to wait here, and then go in alone.

After a while, he returned with a sword.

Strictly speaking, they were the hilt and scabbard.

Mipero pulled out the bare hilt in front of Char and explained with a smile, "

"As you can see, this sword is missing its blade. Do you think I want you to find a blacksmith to reforge the sword? No, this sword's blade is ignited by a flame, and the hilt stores enough energy to allow the wielder to be unafraid of the thicker and more ancient mist, and enter the heart of the Garden of the Holy Tree, a forbidden zone that we can not set foot in."

As he spoke, he handed the sword to Char, stroked his beard, and smiled.

"Go, find the flames, and then come back. I know that this task is very difficult, because no one knows what the flame are or where it is. The only clue is the pattern on the scabbard, which may take you a lifetime. What the hell is this?"

Mipero watched Shaya shake the red gem magic sword twice, and the latter shrank into an egg-sized flame, which he then placed on the hilt.

Then, the sword grew out.

The same illusionary body of the sword was like the Wind King's Barrier with tongues of fire on the outside. With this sword as the center, all the long mist within a radius of more than 20 meters was completely dispersed.

No...

What was the meaning of this?

Mipero was a little incoherent.

He was still holding the scabbard in his hand, not knowing whether to give it or not.

The Grand Swordmaster suddenly stepped forward and pinched Shaya a few times.

"That's not right, bone age can't lie. You're at most twenty years old, but in these twenty years, no one has ever obtained this sword."

"I'm probably fated to meet it." Char sighed. to be honest, this is my family's heirloom. It's been dusty for a long time. I didn't expect it to be of such use.

Mipero had nothing to say. He was glad he did not raise any flags. What if he said, "If I knew what was in the heart of the Garden of the Holy Tree, I would be able to go there with satisfaction? Wouldn't he die on the spot?"

"Then I'll thank Lord Sword Saint for bestowing me with this treasure."

Char bowed respectfully.

Mipero could tell that he was urging him, so he handed over the scabbard while cursing.

"Get lost. Tell me what's in there when you come back."

Char opened his mouth, but he did not tell him.

"Alright, I'll tell you when I get back."

When she woke up in a daze, she found herself lying on the soft shore. She was naked and her clothes were neatly folded and piled up beside her hands.

She sat up in a daze and looked around, only to find that the Elves in the river were still whispering and talking to each other.

Their voices were gentle, and although the content could not be clearly heard, their tone was sweet and revealed a kind of happiness and satisfaction.

For some reason, she felt that they were very much like mothers. The gentleness at this moment was more like the radiance of a mother when she was holding a baby in her arms.

Suddenly, she realized that she had changed a little.

For example...

His skin was bleached!

It was dark brown before, but now it was as white as milk.

The difference was like heaven and earth!

She stood up in a daze and put on her clothes. She wanted to ask them what had happened, but she was gently pushed back by the river.

Eh?

Everien moved forward again but was pushed back again.

She was at a loss. She stood rooted to the ground, not knowing where to go.

She remembered that Char had asked her to wait for him, but would he be able to get through this place?

Just as she was feeling puzzled, a series of explosions came from not far away. They were getting closer and closer, more and more frequent, as if a gust of wind was blowing the sound closer and closer to her.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew in front of him. Char was holding an exaggeratedly shaped flame sword, and behind him were lightning bolts that kept falling from the sky, each one almost hitting his heel!

He grabbed her and jumped into the river together.

A man suddenly appeared in the Drow's forbidden land, and the Elven ancestors in the river screamed one after another. The river also rolled up a palm in an instant and slapped Char hard!

Get lost...

However, Char seemed to have foreseen this scene. He swung his sword down in mid-air, and it collided with the palm!

The two forces met in the air, and the fire on the sword pierced into the river. For a moment, white mist surrounded Char, and water vapor rose. Char was shot out like a cannonball.

His strange cry still lingered in the air...

"Ladies, I can see your buttocks again!"