Equipment Printing School Mage

In an instant, sand and gravel flew everywhere.

Behind the broken bricks was a matte gray-black cylinder as thick as a man's arms could hug, like the flesh and blood of an orc.

However, on the matte surface, there are clearly clusters of wonderful golden lines that are spread out like clouds and mist, shining brightly as if they are still flowing.

The moment he saw it, Yin cheered, "Sure enough, it's this thing! I guess the orcs' most precious sacred object must be this!"

And Emilia almost subconsciously tightened her grip on the sword of death at her waist.

This elf sword sensed something.

Perhaps it was a common origin, or perhaps it was a similarity in power. But what was certain was that the Black Arrow must be inextricably linked to the Sword of Death!

Ocampos was surprised by Silver's reaction: [Do you know Black Arrow?]

"I don't know. I don't know what it is," Silver replied, "but I know what it's made of."

"Oh?!" Ocampos couldn't help but ask, "According to word of mouth, these black arrows were once used to kill the giant king when the Kingdom of Arrows was founded. That's why they are so astonishingly large. But the black arrows seem to be a gift from God, and we don't know their origins."

"It's actually quite obvious," Yin said. "It's blood."

"...?" Ocampos blinked and looked at Emiya in confusion. "Is this some kind of rhetoric?"

And Emilia silently stretched out her hand towards Black Arrow.

The seemingly calm column of ash erupted with terrifying heat the moment it touched Emiya's fingertips. If it weren't for the silver flames swirling around Emiya's fingertips, his fingertips would have probably turned to charcoal.

Then, he understood what Yin meant.

"The black arrow is solidified blood," he murmured, "yet this blood remains alive. This war has raged on for millennia, yet it never ceases. The Giant King is merely an innocent victim caught up in the conflict."

Gray blood is not the blood of orcs.

And the golden one is not the blood of elves.

Because orcs and elves are just descendants of these two wounded men.

“…” Ocampos took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “I don’t understand.”

"It's actually not that hard to guess." Emilia took a few steps back. "You should have a good understanding of Orc mythology. There's an evil creature called the Elf Devourer... I'm afraid its nature is exactly the same as the Black Arrow."

Now, Emiya completely understood.

Black Arrow, one hundred percent, possesses the power to kill gods.

"Of course I know, Idiac-Oredil," the Orc King said. "It was born in the most ancient struggle between my Lord and the Lord of the Seldarine. My Lord gained the upper hand, and Corellon was wounded and bled. It is said that the Seldarine were born from that blood. The weakest of the Seldarine, betraying their father Corellon in the future, were banished to the mortal realm, unable to remain in Arvandor, bound to an endless cycle of reincarnation. They are the elves of today. My Lord gained the upper hand, but ultimately failed to prevail. He was grievously wounded, bleeding profusely, and finally surrendered to Corellon. From that blood, the orcs were born."

Then he shuddered.

From the pure blood of Gruumsh came the orcs. From the blood of Corellon came the Seldarine.

However, the two warriors who were originally engaged in close combat must have mixed blood.

"...It should be impossible."

Although this was the starting point of everything, Ocampos felt dizzy.

He began to realize that he seemed to have caused a huge mess, set off a storm that he could not have anticipated at all, and pushed the future of the world in a direction that no one could predict.

The Elf Devourer is a supreme ancient evil, a twisted, soul-devouring monster lurking in the abyss. It harbors an unnatural hatred and murderous intent towards the elves. Since its birth, it has launched an endless attack on the elves, leaving only destruction in its wake.

Rather than saying it is a powerful monster, it is more like some kind of extremely twisted natural disaster.

And the black arrow is actually exactly the same thing as this monster!

"The essence of the Black Arrow is the unconsolidated blood of Corellon and Gruumsh," Yin said. "Judging from the glorious battles of its kin, it undoubtedly possesses the power to instantly and severely injure the Avatar. Emya, proceed. Every pillar in this room is made of Black Arrow. Today, we are destined not to return empty-handed."

"Oh, by the way, Emilia." As if she hadn't noticed Ocampos's rather unpleasant expression, she added, "If we have any success, don't forget to collect the blood of those unlucky guys."

"The blood of the incarnation is also divine blood."

Emiya already guessed what she was going to do.

[Even if we get one side's blood...] Emiya could only try to stop Yin's crazy thoughts that were clearly starting to go berserk, [——How are we going to talk to the other side?!]

Along the way, they had successfully mass-produced so many things. And to be honest, Emilia was somewhat enjoying this dimensionality reduction attack.

However, now Emilia can fully understand Ocampos's feelings.

It was a kind of despair that a vampire felt when he found the rising sun so close yet was completely powerless.

As expected, Yin shook his finger seriously and said, "When the time comes, how to trick Corellon into bleeding... this great task will be left to you."

【Hello? ! 】

One Hundred and Two Black Arrows (Part 3)

Searching for targets in the heavy snow seems to be a wise choice.

If a large number of teams were scattered into the endless snowfield, it would be impossible to find the position of their enemies from the rustling footsteps and the sound of the wind.

However, the premise is that this operation is a true "manhunt", and even if the target is only facing a small team, it can only flee in panic.

Such a hasty expedition naturally couldn't have a rigorous patrol plan, so each team simply followed a general direction. Therefore, it wasn't surprising that the two teams' routes intersected.

However, when Zelari accidentally noticed the corpses in the snow, he couldn't help but hold his breath.

“—Stop!”

Reverend Zhuo Er suddenly raised his hand and shouted, "Scout the surroundings. Don't go too far. I need to check the body!"

The elite drow team didn't even understand what was going on at first, and only discovered the subtle depression in the snow after the priest's angry rebuke.

The priest of the Banrui family walked quickly forward, looked around again, and then bent down.

Those were the corpses of a group of orcs.

Complete, without a single scratch, even their armor bore only age-worn scars. They died with their swords and javelins raised high, marching forward, ready to charge, and then, in an instant, they were all dead.

"...Holy Word? Or Banshee's Wail?"

There are very few spells that can do this.

But no matter which guess it is, it shows one thing: the prey in front of them is definitely not a sitting duck.

Still, Zelari was disappointed.

——It would be great if these orcs died from the double swords.

Drizzt Do'Urden. This ranger, the one everyone in Lolth'drow wanted to kill, his Mithril Hall was practically next door to the Arrows. Didn't he come?

After all, the dwarves of Mithril Hall weren't known for their keen sense of smell. It was fine if adventurers had gotten here, but why would these staid dwarves send forces so close to the capital of the Kingdom of Many Arrows before anything had even begun?

"...We continue on our way, and remain vigilant." She thought for a moment, then sent a message to the other troops, "Stop advancing! I'm at the foot of Lookout Mountain. Move closer. The enemy is strong."

【Yes. 】

【Yes! 】

Then, the fourth team, which was supposed to give an answer, fell strangely silent.

Zelari's heart sank.

She quickly recalled the direction each team was heading.

——The fourth team happened to be next to her.

If nothing unexpected happened, the straight-line distance between this team and her should be within a few hundred meters at this moment.

"...Damn weather!" Zelari cursed inwardly.

It was still late at night. Of course, in the area around Black Arrow Castle in the far north, there were only one or two hours of daylight a day, so the distinction between night and day was meaningless.

The drow's thermal vision should have been very effective in this dark night, but for some reason those orcs had gone crazy and had a special liking for winter, so their thermal vision was completely blocked by the blizzard.

If it were a snowless night, they would have spotted the enemy long ago! But now, even the sound of the enemy's footsteps was drowned out by the snow.

She hesitated for a moment, but continued to give the order: "Defensive formation, we will lean back against the mountain and wait for reinforcements."

"Yes!"

In the lightless blizzard, the sounds of each other's breathing gradually became clearer.

They couldn't help but close their eyes - it was a torture to maintain observation in such a blizzard.

Countless snowflakes cast countless gray noises on their retinas, and everything they saw was flickering and bizarre.

"My Lord Rose, please bring down your divine power to protect us from the invasion of foreign enemies and the harassment of hypocritical forces, so that we can build an evil home in the blizzard." She raised the holy emblem of Rose and prayed loudly in the blizzard.

Amidst the invisible fluctuations, the howling blizzard was quietly blocked outside the queue, the space was locked, and outsiders could no longer easily invade it.

Then, she waved gently at the orcs lying in the blizzard, and the bodies that had long been frozen stiff began to tremble slightly.

One skeleton after another struggled to pierce the flesh that had long been frozen, and stood up shakily in the flesh and steel armor that was difficult to remove. They slowly stood on the periphery of the drow formation, forming the first solid wall.

In this way, no matter how strong the enemy is, they can at least buy time to escape.

Most of the drow priests had evacuated in the previous avalanche, and this was her chance: even if she eventually evacuated, she would not suffer any additional penalties.

Now, it depends on the luck of both sides.

The luck of the Lucky Priest may help her find her target, but it may also keep her away from danger.

At this moment, Pastor Banrui's ears moved.

——In the gloomy snowstorm, she saw a not very tall figure.

This figure was almost invisible in the blizzard, and Zelari himself didn't know how he discovered his presence from a hundred meters away.

It could only be described as fate's guidance. She merely shifted her gaze slightly, noticing something odd about the grayish-white smudge in the darkness, and was surprised to discover it was actually approaching them.

"Don't come any closer!" Zelari raised the long whip that the drow priest loved and shouted angrily.

Perhaps it was because the howling sound of the wind and snow was too loud, the person coming had no intention of stopping, and his pace was even getting faster and faster.

And that figure was clearly dancing above the snow, sweeping towards them like a storm.

Then, in an instant, the figure suddenly disappeared from her sight.

The next second, the figure in the dark green cloak appeared in front of the drow team, just cutting into the defensive gap between the skeletons and the drow warriors.

He seemed to be holding weapons, but those two wonderful weapons were almost transparent in the drow's thermal vision!

These two weapons seem to be specially designed to target the drow's thermal vision!

The pale hair rolled up into a blizzard, spinning along with the strange weapon.

As the first scream rang out, a pitch-black sword blade swept across the inferior steel on the skeleton's body like a stream of water.

With just a crisp sound, the skeleton's body and armor were split in two. The skeleton, who had not yet reacted, struggled to turn around, but only caused his upper and lower body to be broken more thoroughly.

The other sword blade pierced directly into the neck guard of the drow warrior in front of him. The slender blade nailed into the gap of the chain mail, accurately picking open the drow's trachea, and then withdrew without any reluctance, letting the drow's blood with bubbles freeze into ice crystals in the extremely cold blizzard.

It was too fast, the attacker's movements were incredibly fast!

"—Drizzt Do'Urden!"

And Trist, naturally, had no interest in chatting with his own people.

He is no longer young, and he has said everything he wanted to say over the past few hundred years.

"Stop him! Stop him!" The drow priest's whip is not suitable for fighting in this narrow terrain!

And this is exactly what Trist wanted to see.

The drow ranger launched another charge through the crowd.

He lowered his body and got past the mortally wounded drow warrior before he fell, and the almost unscathed wounded warrior became his perfect cover.

In almost the blink of an eye, Trist was only inches away from the priest.

The drow priest had no choice but to swing the whip in his hand forward with all his strength.

At the same moment, Tristram, who had already jumped up, raised the two shadow blades in his hands crosswise and slashed forward cleanly.

chapped.

The drow priest's whip exploded in the air with a sharp crackling sound, and in the blink of an eye, it flew in front of Drizzt. However, at the same moment, the Shadow Blade also turned into a pair of dim shadows in mid-air.

The weapons collided in the air, eventually turning into a dull explosion.

The barbed nine-tailed whip was cut off one by one in mid-air, and the sharp spikes fluttered upside down in the air, cutting off a few strands of Trist's white hair.

Drizzt landed softly in front of the priest.

However, the Shadow Blade had already torn the drow priest's weapon, armor, and chest into pieces.