Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1654: Interlaced in the occasion (9)

Chapter 1654 Interlaced in the occasion (nine)

Clang! ! ------------ A very clear voice sounded in front of Father Odin's forehead. However, this is not the sound of the blade of the crimson demon knife embedded in the old man's skull, but the sound of the golden stone bursting out when the blade collided with the hammer that the father used to strike iron!

"Hehehe, it really is a dragon. It's stupid and impulsive, and every action is so predictable." Father Odin sneered: "But put away your knife. I said I need your blood, I don't mean to kill you. Just literally want your blood, and a few drops will suffice."

Xinghuilong's brows jumped: "What's the use of this? A few drops of dragon blood are enough to fully revive a worn-out weapon?"

"Normally it's impossible, but as I said, it's a bet. You don't lose much anyway, just a few drops of blood."

There were countless blue veins on the forehead of the evil star, and he complained fiercely: "No! The loss will be big, my father's sword was broken by you!"

"Pfft." Dad let out a dry laugh and changed his words: "It's already broken anyway, you have nothing to lose, so it's no big deal to donate a few drops of dragon blood."

Shaxing was stunned for a moment: "This is what humans often say, is a dead horse a living horse doctor..."

"So are you going to give me your blood, cheapskate?" Dad continued to tease.

Shaxing was stunned for a second, then took out a spare dagger from his waist and placed it in his palm: "I'll trust you again, old man. If I find out that you're lying to me, I won't It's as simple as killing you.------Okay, how?"

"Here, let the blood drip on the broken sword." Father Odin instructed.

Shaxing muttered and cursed as he cut his own palm and dripped dragon blood on his father's broken saber.

But this isn't fiction, it's reality. In fact, it was just a few drops of dragon blood. Although it contained magic power, it wasn't anything special. Dragon blood dripped on the broken sword, and it was impossible to restore the broken sword.

"Are you lying to me? A few drops of blood can repair a broken sword. How superstitious is that." So the evil star continued to complain. The wound on his palm has begun to heal, and a few drops of dragon blood are really not a big loss to him, but the broken sword is still broken, and there is no sign of being repaired. The old man just knocked off his father's relic, which really made Xinghuilong feel distressed.

"No no no, you only see things on the surface, so you dragons are stupid." The old man explained with a sneer, while still taunting the evil star with all his strength: "It will be broken. It is not difficult to recast the sword, but the problem is to let it have [God] and make it a qualified dragon weapon.

I think I've told you that. In order to produce [God] in the dragon martial arts, it is generally necessary to use the bones of dead dragons. This sword, however, was an experimental piece of my youth, made from just a rib of your living father. At that time your father hadn't died yet, and [God] really didn't appear in this sword. "

"...I know this, then what?" The more Xinghuilong listened, the more confused he became.

"Now, from what you just said, your father is dead, right?"

Shaxing looked uncomfortable as if his **** was stabbed by a needle: "Hmm."

"And I can feel the breath of Titans in you too. Let me guess. You inherited his soul spar after his death?"

Shaxing grunted like a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat, "... um."

"The next guess is more superstitious. Believe it or not, it's up to you." Father Odin said: "I want a few drops of dragon blood from you. What I need is not the magic power in it, but for the sake of Send a message to this dragon who has no [god] - the news of your father's death.

Your father wasn't dead when I made this sword, so the magic of this sword can't be awakened. But what about now? What will it be like when you learn of your father's death? "

"...This is nonsense." Sha Xing endured it for a long time, and finally complained dissatisfiedly: "This will not be useful. You are wasting time.

It was originally a broken sword without magic power, and no matter how remade it is, it is impossible to suddenly possess magic power. What's more, you are involved in telling this sword about my father's death, which is simply unbelievable. "

"It's easy to be superstitious when you get older, don't you know?" Father Odin ignored the sarcasm of the evil star, and began to beat on the broken sword that had dripped with dragon blood, sending it into the furnace Let the broken parts overlap.

"Anyway, come back to me tomorrow morning. Even if I can't unleash the special power in it, I will at least return it to you in a brand new state. Is that all right?"

"...What's the price?" Sha Xing became suspicious: "I don't believe that you will help me repair my sword unconditionally like this."

"Hmph, young people today pay a price for everything. They think that people all over the world want to take advantage of them." At this point, isn't it a matter of course to want to repair it? You have to pay a price for this, you are too arrogant, right?"

"Forget it." Before the evil star frowned, Father Odin continued: "In order to let you down the stairs, I will temporarily charge you a little price. Go and find your life. The most hated, most want to beat the dragon of the same kind, go and beat him. You have to beat him seriously, humiliate him in every possible way, but you can't kill him. Then you take his spine out of his body , bring it to me. That's the price of helping you build your sword. It doesn't matter when you finish it, I'm not in a hurry anyway."

Shaxing snorted: "Are you going to let me kill my fellow clan?"

"Wow, even if I don't let you do it, you savage flying tuatara always do it. You do one more and one less, does it make a difference?"

When the other party said this, Xinghuilong was immediately speechless.

"Okay. I'll help you get the spine of a dragon. But if the other party is still alive, will they create this weapon without special power? Does it make sense?"

Father Odin smiled mysteriously: "As I said, this is just an experiment at best. The result is not important, the important thing is the process."

Shaxing groaned in confusion, took off a small golden dragon scale from his body and left it on the ground: "Let's go first. I'll come back tomorrow to get my sword."

The old man's [huh] is a farewell. Xinghuilong didn't bother with Father Odin, he opened a portal and jumped in.

Meanwhile, Bedivere, who was on his way back, suddenly became hungry.

Because the gravitational beam cannot pass through the enchantment of Cairo's black market and shoot directly in to pick up Bedivere, he must walk away from the confines of the black market. And because Bedivere didn't want to eat on the Desert Boat—he lost his appetite as soon as he heard that the Desert Boat's food was made from air and water. He thinks that if it's just a snack like french fries, synthetic food can still be tasted; but for dinner, let's officially find a restaurant and eat something really nutritious.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of restaurants in the Cairo black market where he lives. The people who buy and sell here are still a group of creatures in the final analysis. If they are creatures, they will starve, and if there is demand, there will be business opportunities. In addition to the shops selling various weapons and equipment in this black market in Cairo, of course, there are also large and small good ones. Hundreds of restaurants and restaurants. If you want to eat, you can just pick one of these restaurants—in theory, yes. However, Bedivere has no shortage of money in his pocket, and now he wants to eat this meal in the black market in Cairo on a whim, so he does not want to choose a restaurant casually, but selectively finds place to eat.

In terms of [eating], Bedivere is a person who can be very casual when he is casual, and eat a noodle bun indiscriminately as a meal; however, when he makes up his mind to be picky, he can also be very picky. Choose the most satisfying restaurant and never give up.

He looks away.

First of all, restaurants with untidy storefronts will fail. There is no way to tidy up the facade. God knows what the kitchens of those restaurants look like? Even if you eat in this kind of restaurant, even if you don't have a bad stomach, just thinking about the ingredients of the meal may be crawled by cockroaches in the kitchen or eaten by mice~IndoMTL.com~ makes people lose their appetite.

Secondly, since we are going out to eat, Bedivere is still located in Cairo, the capital of Egypt. It is best to eat as the locals do. If you want to eat traditional Egyptian dishes, you can't eat British cuisine in Egypt, right? He then removed several shops in Cairo's black market that clearly lacked Egyptian style on their facades, and removed them from his shortlist.

Again, the overly lavishly decorated shop is obviously just to defraud the high-rollers who do business here. Although this kind of restaurant looks very high-end, you can't expect to eat any authentic Egyptian specialties from it. So Bedivere rejected several other restaurants.

The choice came and went, as if by fate, Bedivere finally chose the only restaurant he liked and walked in. The restaurant is not particularly large, the storefront is neat and Egyptian, but not overly luxurious, everything is up to Bedivere standards.

After finally finding a seat with satisfaction, Bedivere just picked up the restaurant's menu to order. A familiar voice came from his ear: "Uh, boss?"

Bediver frowned and turned to look. That person was none other than Lawrence, who had been driven off the sand boat by Bedivere about an hour ago.