After the holy sword is broken

As a blacksmith at the legendary level, even the royal family of the human empire treated him with three points of courtesy. He had never seen anyone who dared to be so disrespectful to him.

Who is not pampered, how can their temper be so good?

Speaking of willfulness, among all the races in the New World, all the existences above the age of ten, I am afraid there is no one who can be more willful than Burgess.

Flowers and honors, praise and admiration have created his extremely perverse character.

The girl in front of her was ridiculed, but she didn't scold back immediately. Her momentum froze, and she was stunned.

It was an extremely handsome face, and all the poems she had heard could not describe its radiance.

There was a sound of inhalation from the side, followed by a whispered whisper: "Are you...Your Excellency Burgess?"

"you know me?"

Burgess looked away.

When he went out, he didn't wear the iconic robe 'Moon God's Favor', but a plain suit. How did this young man recognize him?

The young man in the gray robe hesitated and took half a step forward, stuttering his words: "I... your portrait, I have seen it, hanging with that, those master blacksmiths from past and present."

The young man's face was flushed, his fists were clenched tightly, and he stared at Burgess nervously and excitedly: "I, I have admired you for a long time!"

I saw the real person, the legend of my time, he is more dazzling than the portrait!

"Is he Burgess?" Callia asked.

Burgess glanced at her: "Guess."

"... Oh." The girl was still a little dazed.

The corner of Burgess's mouth curved into a sarcasm, and he was about to speak when he heard the sound of the door hinge turning.

He quickly put away his surly expression, and instead showed a cute and quiet smile, looking at the person who came out of the quiet room with slightly bright eyes.

"Alger." The name was called briskly and familiarly.

The gray-robed blacksmith who had been paying attention to the idol followed Borgins' gaze and looked towards the door.

First of all, he was distracted by the strange silver hair, and then found that his eyes were also rare silver-gray, and even the two peaked eyebrows were the same color.

The owner of the silver gray has a handsome face, with a stern expression, and the lines on his face are cold and hard, like a statue carved out of ice.Coupled with the indifferent pupil color, it conveys the meaning of keeping strangers away.Even if the shirt is warm red, it only makes him colder.

But his idol Burgess, the young legendary blacksmith, seemed completely indifferent to this, and treated this indifferent young man very enthusiastically.

They... are probably very good friends?

Alger heard Burgess' call and walked towards them with a gentle smile on his face.

As soon as he smiled, he dispelled all the previous indifference and seriousness. His face was still the same, and the cold silver gray color did not change a bit, but his smile was very tolerant and warm, which made people involuntarily infected.

Seems like a gentle person.

The gray-robed blacksmith heaved a sigh of relief.

"Solved?" Burgess returned the cloak in his hand.

Alger nodded: "Her Majesty the High Priest of the Holy Gate has already agreed."

"Then..."

"You guys can't go yet," Kalia regained her senses, and stroked her blond hair: "I agreed to fight with me."

Burgess' eyes fell lightly on her, and his eyebrows were furrowed impatiently.

The gray-robed blacksmith gently tugged at the corner of her clothes.

Stop making trouble.

Calia still stared at Alger, brushed the gray robe's hand away somewhat roughly: "Don't bother me, it's your business that you worship Burgess, I'm not afraid of offending him."

Yo, what he said, why does he sound so uncomfortable?

Burgess narrowed his eyes.

Alger chuckled lightly, patted Burgess' arm, motioned him not to be angry, and said, "I did promise this lady first, and I can't break my word."

After hearing this, Kalia calmed down a little: "That's right, I'm going to get the weapon, you guys wait here for a while, you must not leave."

Alger responded repeatedly: "No, no, please don't worry."

"Why do you have to agree to her? We are very busy." Burgess was dissatisfied.

Why are you so accommodating to her?

Thinking about the fact that the girl just now was really good looking, coupled with the attraction between the opposite sex, it is really possible.

"You like her very much?" Burgess gritted his teeth.

"What are you thinking..." Alger couldn't laugh or cry: "I'm just fulfilling my promise. By the way, I'll probably ask you to keep this cloak for a while longer."

Burgess snorted, and half snatched the cloak.

"Your Excellency Burgess, let me hold it for you." The gray-robed young man said cautiously.

Burgess glanced at him, then tightened his arms and hugged the cloak in his arms: "No need."

Callia is a priest, but that doesn't mean she is a professional positioning assistant, on the contrary, she is a combat priest.

The sound of "clang" was made when the metal collided with the ground.

The blond-haired girl was holding a golden long-handled heavy-duty mace that was taller than her, and she slammed it on the ground casually.

The thin sunlight penetrated through the clouds and fell on her body, illuminating the smooth long hair and the scepter-shaped war hammer, and the whole person seemed to exude a divine radiance.

"It really looks like a priest." Burgess commented indifferently.

Alger smiled when he heard it: "Don't do this, it's too rude."

Kalia hooked his hand at him: "Come on."

"Is it here? The door of the chief priest?"

"Then..." Kalia hesitated, and quickly pointed to an open space: "Go to the school yard over there."

The area of ​​the school field is not small, but only a small piece of soil in the middle has been trampled down, and a large circle of open space on the outside is covered with weeds.

Just like the entire religious order stationed here, the land is vast, the population is sparse, and it is deserted.

"It's ready now." Kalia clenched her warhammer tightly and urged.

"Her weapon type looks very strong." Burgess frowned.

A bludgeoning weapon of great mass and extremely high hardness, with astonishing lethality and destructive power.

"The quality of the weapon itself is also very good, and the attached inscriptions are well matched, which is very suitable for this material. On the premise of ensuring that other attributes are basically balanced, it focuses on strengthening the ability of toughness and heavy strikes. It seems that it also comes with special magic effects. , Hmm... There is still a holy emblem to be activated, which can cooperate with divine spells.

"Although it looks messy because there are too many things to take into account, it is considered top-grade.

"In comparison, your sword is really simple, do you want me to change it for you?"

Burgess only took two or three glances from a distance before analyzing the warhammer in all its aspects.

"...Thank you, your eyesight is really good." Alger could only rely on his powerful five senses to make out a few familiar runes after hearing this, but he couldn't tell what the names were at all.

"Half-guessed." Burgess replied lightly.

Suddenly there was a sound of jumping around, and the two turned their heads. The gray-robed youth was flushed with excitement, his hands clenched into fists were shaking, and his eyes were full of light.

Burgess raised his eyebrows: "You made it?"

"Forget it... Forget it, I asked the teacher for advice." Seeing Borgins looking over, the young man in gray robe didn't know where to put his hands.

Burgess nodded: "Very talented, very good."

The gray-robed young man suppressed the urge to shout and cheer, his chest was filled with passionate emotions, and the joy that seemed to be exploding made his heart ache.

Before he had time to think about how to respond to this compliment, Burgess turned his head back again.

"Epees are not good for hammer weapons."

"It's okay, it's just a small competition." Alger smiled at him in relief: "Don't worry."

Kalia waited a little impatiently, and slammed the long-handled warhammer on the ground twice: "What are you dawdling about? Want to go back on your word?"

Argel walked across from her and smiled gently: "No, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

He drew out the sword that was carried behind him, held the hilt with both hands, and held it up in front of him, posing as if preparing for battle.

The smile disappeared, and the expression became serious: "Please, pastor."

"Battle Priest, Kalia."

"Swordsman, Alger."

The two weapons collided together, and the sound was heavy and deafening.

A layer of holy light was attached to the warhammer, and a string of inscriptions lit up on the heavy sword.

The priest murmured a prayer, and the swordsman's eyes gathered a cold light.

The weapon brushed against the solid ground, raising a thin cloud of smoke and dust. The figures of the two kept shaking, flashing, and exchanging positions, making it dizzying for the eyes.

Burgess watched for a while, closed his slightly sore eyes, and gave a soft "tsk": "It hurts the eyes."

The two of them moved fast, so it's okay to be difficult to catch. The priest's holy light is really bright, so dazzling in broad daylight.

Just as he closed his eyes, he heard a muffled groan from a familiar voice.

Busy eyes open.

Alger was leaning on the sword, half kneeling on the ground, covering his chest with one hand, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his expression was slightly painful.

Regardless of whether the duel was over or not, Burgess quickly came to Alger.

"Are you ok?"

Alger put his arm on him, but didn't reply.

Is it that serious?

The blonde girl was a little at a loss: "You, I thought you..."

I thought you'd dodge that one.

Burgess gave her a cool look.

The girl exploded at once.

"Why do you look at me like this? It's a duel, isn't it? It's because he's not as skilled as others. I didn't expect the legendary Silver Blade to be nothing more than that."

Alger, who was leaning on the sword, supported Burgess with one hand, and forced a smile at her: "Yes, I lost."

As soon as the other party admitted, Kalia lost the joy that she should have as a winner, and she was empty, with nowhere to exert her strength.Seeing the really uncomfortable look of the loser, and thinking about the lethality of his own weapon, he didn't hold back when he hit the hammer, and he felt a little guilty for a while.

"Um... are you okay? I, although I am a battle priest, I can also do some basic healing magic. Would you like to heal it for you?"

With the support of Burgess, Alger stood up with difficulty, with a forced smile on his face, he shook his head slightly: "No need, we are in a hurry, if there is nothing else, we will leave first."

"But……"

"It's really unnecessary." Argel reassured her: "I'm fine."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the girl to say anything more, she signaled Burgess to leave.

The young man in gray robe followed two steps at a loss, but was fixed in place by Burgess' eyes.

"Hey—it's just treatment, why worry about it? Really, how can you be so weak? It's just a vain name..." Kalia said more and more quietly, and finally just watched the two leave in a daze.

The gray-robed youth sighed beside her: "Your Excellency Burgess must have a bad opinion of the Holy Gate this time, should I chase him out and give Mr. Alger some wound medicine? I'm not saying you, you're too capricious to do things Don't think about the consequences at all, regret it now..."

After listening to a few words, Calia's complexion slowly sank, and she raised the long-handled warhammer in her hand: "Just now, who did you say was capricious?"

The gray-robed youth panicked when he saw this posture, turned around and ran, turning his head while running: "Hey, can you be reasonable? If you don't make sense, show your conscience. I made this hammer!"

The author has something to say: the executor of the poem of truth must know a little bit about everything, such as divination, such as pretending to be weak. ╮(╯_╰)╭

In other words, the profession of a battle priest is still interesting. "Gods don't cross me, I cross people, and a war hammer breaks the mortal world." It's very touching.