After the holy sword is broken

When he woke up in the morning, Alger felt a severe headache caused by a hangover.

He slowly sat up, frowning and rubbing his forehead.

Someone beside me offered a glass of water.

"Thank you." He took the water and took a sip.

The cool water moistens the thirsty throat, and the symptoms of discomfort are relieved a lot.

There was a fault in the memory of last night, and he couldn't remember some things, but in his subconscious, he always felt that something important had been missed.

"Last night..." he said hesitantly, "Did I do anything out of the ordinary?"

An extremely handsome face approached before his eyes.

It's Burgess.

He said seriously, "You agreed to be with me last night."

Alger was stunned.

He was still holding the water glass he had drunk from. At this time, the glass was tilted slightly, and the water in the glass was about to be poured out.Burgess reached out, took his, and held the glass steady.

"I, agree?" He murmured and repeated, still a little dazed.

"Yes, you have agreed." The royal blue eyes stared at him tightly without blinking.

Burgess felt that the hand he held trembled slightly.

Alger pressed his forehead with his free hand in frustration.

"How could I... agree?"

"You regret it?"

It's useless to regret, I won't give you a chance.

Alger was silent for a while, then suddenly wrapped Burgess in his arms.

"No, since you agree, then agree."

The tone was firm, with a touch of relief, and perhaps some other emotions, which Burgess couldn't distinguish, and he didn't want to think about it.

"This is [Dark Tides]?"

As soon as Burgess took out the refined potion, Alger couldn't help asking.

There is no other reason, this bottle of potion is pale gold.

Although the colors of magic items and alchemy potions do not absolutely correspond to certain attributes.But generally speaking, extreme attributes such as light and darkness will mostly show the color of their energy essence.

That is to say, magic items with light attributes are mostly golden or pure white.As for magic items with dark attributes, even if they are not pure black, most of them will show dark colors.

Like [Dark Tide], it is very rare, even abnormal, to wear a name and attribute of negative energy, but pretend to be like a holy potion.

Burgess handed him the crystal bottle containing the medicine. When handing over, his fingertips brushed against each other, which made him a little nostalgic.

"Feel it yourself."

Starting with the crystal bottle, his perception penetrated the seal, and Argel felt that his soul was in a trance.

Faint, but huge dark breath.It's like the mist in the mountains and forests in the early morning, and it's like the continuous drizzle in the rainy season in Wharf Town.

It is so thin, but it can cover a hill or a town.Obviously the intensity is not high, but the intrusive perception seems to be drowning in the ocean, vast and boundless.

Withdraw the power of perception and confirm with the naked eye again.

It was really just a crystal bottle the size of half a palm, and the potion inside was only [-]% full.

"Its strength, which increases with the rising of the moon, decreases with the setting of the moon, and is at its lowest at noon."

Burgess explained.

"Is this potion going to participate in the forging of the holy sword?" Argel asked again.

"Yes, when Beilanxing moves to the middle orbit..."

Burgess said a lot of astrological terms, but unfortunately Alger didn't understand a single word.

When he finally enjoyed his speech, Alger, who was sitting by the side, was completely dazed.When he heard his voice stop, he still held the ground and put on a thoughtful expression.

"Um...that's it."

Burgess laughed: "Okay, I know you didn't understand."

He sat down opposite Alger, and said frankly: "Actually, I don't really understand it, I just understand the general principle, but I don't know why it is like this."

Instead of being troubled, his expression was full of interest, with a hint of a smile on his lips.

The two slender fingers nodded unconsciously. While thinking, he said, "If I can forge the holy sword this time, I should be able to go one step further."

Alger nodded: "It's a good thing."

"You think it's a good thing?" Burgess asked back.

"This shows that the difficulty of forging the holy sword has begun to exceed my ability. The less sure I am, the higher the risk you are. You will not forget the punishment for forging the holy weapon. Who will bear it now? Bar?"

"I think... it's still bearable." Alger recalled for a while, "At least since the forging, until now, there has been no truly unacceptable loss."

"Do you think the appearance of a demon lord at the gate of hell is an accidental event?"

asked Burgess suddenly.

Alger turned his head slightly, puzzled.

But Burgess didn't continue to explain: "Maybe I'm worrying too much, but the process of casting the holy sword should be accelerated, I always feel..."

He shook his head, did not continue, and mentioned: "The next step is the sword blank, which requires a very high temperature furnace to smelt the material. I will ask my cousin if I can borrow a high temperature furnace in the square for a little private use." one time."

Borrowed, borrowed.

But there was a very embarrassing problem - the most powerful heat furnace in the dwarf empire, the highest temperature it could provide was still not up to the requirements for forging the holy sword.

"Two solutions. First, imitate the ancient method, go to the south of the mountains and borrow the volcanic lava there for forging."

When Alger heard this, he shook his head.

"The volcanic activity in the south of the mountains has long since subsided, and the legendary magma flowing everywhere has long since solidified."

At the turn of the era, the newborn world has undergone 49 days of changes, and it is completely different from the past.

Because of this, many ancient races perished in the long river of history and became eternal legends.Many ancient methods that use the natural power between heaven and earth are also permanently lost because of the loss of innate conditions.

Burgess didn't disagree, and apparently thought so.

"The second plan is to use the god-level gemstone, the heart of lava."

"Is there a third possibility?"

"I also really want the third one, but unfortunately I don't have one."

Alger sighed: "There have only been two lava hearts in history. One was used up at the beginning of the era when it was used to transform the western swamps. And the other one...do we still need it? Go into the dungeon once?"

The heart of lava, a god-level jewel, is rumored to be the essence of the fire element born in the magma of the earth's core.It contains the purest fire energy in the world, and has the extreme attributes of being dry and hot.

In the history of the mainland, only two have appeared.

One, exhausted its strength while transforming the Western Swamp into the current human settlement.

And the other one belongs to Jiu Ruosi, the owner of the underground city.

"How could it be in the dungeon?" Burgess retorted: "1000 years ago, after the dungeon had been destroyed, Jiuruosi was active in the New World, and she obviously used that lava heart. You will put your treasure , put it back to the old house that has become a ruin?"

It seems so.

"But that lava heart has already disappeared along with Jiu Ruosi's disappearance again."

Finding the missing Jiu Ruosi is ten thousand times more difficult than exploring the ruins of the dungeon.

"You think I don't know?" Burgess was very impatient, "Cousin said, we can go back to the poem of truth and ask, does your sect have any special method, even the enemies thousands of years ago can use secret techniques again?" dig it out?"

"..." What?

The return to the poem of truth is still on the agenda.

"Tomorrow there will be a group of dwarf merchants who want to pass through the teleportation circle solidified in the mechanical city and return to the human empire. We can go together."

The two stood side by side in front of the table, a map was spread on the table, and Alger's fingertips were drawing on it.

"The landing point on the other side of the teleportation array is a large human city near the northern part of the inland sea. The transportation should be very convenient."

"Don't be so troublesome. We can just find a resident conjurer archmage there. We can ask him to open a portal for us, and we will be able to reach Dock Town soon."

Burgess answered skillfully.

"Well, okay, then go to bed early tonight."

Alger nodded.

"Alger." Burgess suddenly lowered his expression.

"what happened?"

"Why hasn't there been any change?" He muttered softly, slowly getting closer to his new lover.

Then, on his lips, kissed.

Seeing Alger's slightly stunned look, Burgess raised the corners of his mouth, and his mood improved slightly.

But he quickly frowned again: "Where's your ring?"

Alger's hand was empty, and the previous sapphire ring was gone.

"It's broken." Alger took out the remains of the talisman that was broken into several small pieces, and put it in his palm, "Just now, I'm really sorry."

It is indeed something to feel guilty about failing to keep what the other party gave you.

Burgess took his hand and flicked his fingertips on the broken talisman, and the cool fingertips inadvertently brushed against the warm palm.

The two were so close that they could feel each other's breath.

Silent ambiguity spread around.

"Cough, I must have been attacked." Burgess turned his head uncomfortably, took out another ring from somewhere, and threw it to Alger without looking at it: "Put it on."

Alger looked at the new amulet in his hand, it was almost exactly the same as the original one.

Is this mass produced...

Raising his head, Burgess still turned his head away from him, his ears protruding from his black hair were a little red.

Alger couldn't help laughing.

She was still generous when she kissed just now, why is she embarrassed now.

Burgess glanced at him, then quickly turned his gaze back, and muttered with some dissatisfaction: "Why are you laughing..."

The corner of the mouth unconsciously hooked.

"found it."

Mumbling to himself with excitement, the joy in the words even made the voice slightly out of tune.

"Finally found.

"Ha, silver gray, it's really silver gray, exactly the same as... Hahahaha...

"Who actually hid you? It's a heinous crime.

"However, it doesn't matter, we will meet soon."

"Wait a second, my..."

The hand holding the crystal ball kept trembling, trembling frantically.The crystal ball in his hand reflected the figure of the person the caster was looking for.

In front of him lay a few corpses wearing prison uniforms. Their skin was extremely pale, as if the blood had been drained from their bodies.

This room was even darker than before, and the floor and walls were covered with magic lines painted with blood.

Gorgeous, twisted, sinful.