The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 129: The Anvil of White Steel (Part 2)

"Give it to him." Jonah looked at Asai uncertainly,

"Give it to him." The Oriental urged, "I don't know what's the use anyway, let him take a look."

The third-level astrologer hesitantly took out the relic left by the ghost Bahamas from his bag. The shopkeeper immediately snatched it, turned and ran up the stairs, "Hey," the two men yelled. Then rushed to the second floor. On the second floor of the Anvil of White Steel is the blacksmith shop. The corners of the house are placed with furnaces, anvils, bellows, and pools. The middle of the house is really a huge weapon, as the "Tocharian Solo Traveler's Guide" said. A pile of steel trash made up of hundreds of various swords and spears. Most of the weapons are rusted. It seems that there is no other purpose other than steel making.

Jonah and Asai rushed into the room and found the shopkeeper lying on a tattered workbench, observing the half-moon-shaped crimson thin slice attentively. Jonah was about to speak, "Shhh..." the shopkeeper He stretched out his right hand to beckon him to silence, and fiddled with the mirror on the side of the table twice. A beam of sunlight was reflected on the workbench to illuminate the tabletop, and the thin slices glowed with a bright red glow at the same time.

Jonah and Asai looked at each other and walked over lightly. The shop owner put on a single-eye magnifying glass and used tweezers to pick up the thin sheet and observe the sunlight. The light focused by the convex lens illuminates the thin sheet almost transparently. A man uttered "Oh" almost at the same time. They clearly saw something like a black ribbon swimming in the crimson flakes. "What the **** is this?" Jona couldn't help but ask,

"It's not something." The shopkeeper of the Anvil of White Steel turned his head and glared at him. "This is a living soul. It has been extremely weakened. If it goes on like this, it will be completely dead before long, you guys. Two fools."

"Ha." The third-level astrologer was stunned. "You mean, living like us...a living soul." He suddenly remembered Yekong, his mentally abnormal old partner, in the southerner's personal bag. There is a magic orb with a soul hidden in it, and inside it sleeps the soul of his lover Saraswati,

An Oriental fist hits the right palm, and suddenly realized: "That's it. In the Eastern Continent, this kind of thing is called a'horcrux'. It is not auspicious. It is usually placed in a coffin to accompany the owner in the burial. Of."

The blessed middle-aged uncle took off his little hat and solemnly held the slice: "This is not the soul of a cat, a cat, or a dog, but a monster that was once very powerful. I didn't know that it hid in it. How long has it been, I only know that it must have been the overlord of the sky and the land in the era when it lived, and a powerful person who can make low-level warcraft and humans **** off with a glance."

"Wow." The two men cried out in surprise,

"The material of this little thing is the inverse scale of the dragon. There is such a crescent-shaped scale under the neck of each dragon. It’s taboo. If a powerful creature like a dragon is going to die, it’s usually the inverse scale being lifted up and hurting the heart... From the point of view of size and color, this inverse scale belongs to a female fire dragon. The age at the time of death will not be more than three hundred years old. It is considered to have died young." The fat on the cheeks of the middle-aged uncle trembled with excitement. The appearance of scales on the auction market can bankrupt a wealth of collectors. You actually own an inverse scale with an ancient soul that is likely to be a dragon."

"Wow." The two men continued to exclaim,

"Oh shit." The uncle gently put down the scales, stood up and walked towards the steel trash pile, "You let me see such an amazing thing. If you don't take out something to thank you, it will make me a little stingy... …Wait next to the station."

The shopkeeper began to rummaged in the weapon pile, and the corners of the Easterners’ mouths reached the back of their heads: "Look, character has exploded. Let’s say okay first. If the weapon given to you is a dagger or knife, you won’t be able to use it. I must let me use the “gluttonous” thing now. It’s great to have a short sword in hand."

Jonah's face also glowed: "Of course, I would prefer a belt with a defensive star formation, just like the one given to me by Teacher Koshava."

"You think there will be a cotton belt in this pile of broken copper." Asai raised his eyebrows and glanced at him.

"Yes, look, there is still half a pair of cotton trousers." The third-level astrologer pointed to the corner of the garbage dump,

"It's really..." The Oriental looked over in surprise, "Not just cotton trousers, but there are two skeleton feet exposed in the trouser legs...I want to say that if he is a dead person, will it seem a little fussing? ."

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Jonah's forehead, and the two of them were silent for a while, and then they looked at each other in a tacit understanding: "Pretend not to see it."

",, I didn't see it at all."

Based on the astrologer’s understanding of life, let alone a corpse, even if there are 10,000 corpses buried under the garbage dump, it has nothing to do with me, as long as there is no friend or partner of my own, and the eyes of the two follow The uncle of the shopkeeper rummaged around, not knowing what material the hands of this unbelievable middle-aged man were made of. He was not afraid of rusty blades at all, so he grabbed the sword and threw it aside, like a big mole. Toward the center of the garbage dump,

"...Yes." Ten minutes later, a dirty hand stretched out in the middle of the weapon pile, holding a short blade in his hand,

"Yeah." Asai made a gesture of celebrating the victory,

The shopkeeper rushed out of the garbage dump and handed a dagger to Jonah: "Hey, take it, not for you, but for the soul in Nilin."

Jonah took the unremarkable dagger and looked at it, "I didn't understand...Oh." When he didn't pay attention, his finger was cut by the blade, and the rusty ocher blade was sharp. Unexpectedly, he put his bleeding finger in his mouth and returned the dagger to the opponent. The handle of the dagger was wrapped with a black cloth strip, and there was a rusty copper groove on the tail. It seemed that there should have been some decorations inlaid before,

The shopkeeper picked up Nilin, with a "click" just inserted into the groove of the dagger, "The soul in the Horcrux needs to be nourished. Although Nilin itself has powerful energy, after so long, It has been consumed for a long time. This dagger is a good thing. As long as it is used frequently, the soul can draw aura from the blade and continue to sleep."

The third-level astrologer stared at this short blade, always feeling a little familiar, and he couldn't remember where he had seen it before. The Easterners unceremoniously snatched the dagger over and played with it with a smile: "Brother shopkeeper That’s right, this knife is a great work, I don’t know what its name is."

"I don't know." The shopkeeper shook his head and added: "But this is not a long-term solution. I heard that there is a mysterious device that can talk to the soul in the "Royal Star" mobile castle in the eastern part of the Vedas. If you have a chance, try your luck. It is also a virtue to help it get rid of it as soon as possible. Okay, let's go."

Without time to ask the cause and effect, the owner of the steel anvil drove the two men down the stairs and out of the shop like a fly. Jona staggered back and said, "I have not had time to thank you, please. Your name is..."

"Bang." The store door closed behind him. It seemed that the strange-tempered owner hadn't planned to do business all day. Acemedz wiped the dagger with his sleeve. I don’t know how many people’s blood has been drunk with the battle-tested weapon. Maybe it won’t take many years to be able to give birth to my soul and rank among the top famous knives, hehe...it really was the right choice to go shopping. "

"Um, Nilin..." Jona was holding his **** fingers, hesitating and vomiting,

"I'll keep it for you first, and I will return it to you when I break up." The Oriental turned his wrist and the dagger disappeared in his sleeve.

At this moment, the body of the third-level astrologer suddenly twitched nervously, and a deep anxiety grew in his heart. He raised his eyes strangely, the Khalifa Street shaded by the oil palm trees was crowded with people, and the southern country’s sunshine was bright and warm. It’s a happy day, everything is fine,

"Asai, have you..." Jonah turned his head and said halfway. "Head down." Asai roared and pressed his head to the ground, a buzzing gust of wind wiped. Swishing past, the flying object drew an arc and cut off a bucket-thick oil palm tree. The crown of the tree fell heavily in the middle of the street, and the shaved hair slowly fell from before his eyes, "It's... the enemy. "Jona's eyes widened,

I don’t know when the street has changed its sights. The tourists disappeared. The Khalifa Street where they are located is only fifty yards in radius. Beyond the obvious demarcation line is an endless gray void. Master Ji, don’t step out of the border.” The red dagger appeared in the hands of the Easterners, with two sounding sounds, two rapidly rotating knife discs were blocked by him, and the extremely sharp flying blade was immediately pulled by a thin chain. Back in the hands of the sneak attackers, three enemies wearing the costumes of market travellers were holding steam puppet firearms that spit out steam. The chained frisbee was the bullet fired by this strange gun.

Jona has seen this weapon in his dreams. In Ruohuan’s memories, his parents were killed by this invisible steam knife wheel gun. "Brother Chi Xiao Yes." The cause and effect overlapped, and the third-level astrologer immediately guessed the identity of the enemy, and he raised his staff with a shout, "Now I won't back down, let you taste the wrath of the astrologer."

...The air was still, nothing happened, the glow of the "Mushroom Farm Trident" did not light up, Jonah looked at the staff Syrahfauna dumbfounded, he could not sense the existence of any interstellar lines , The starry sky seemed to disappear in an instant, and the spiritual world of the astrologer became empty. This situation has never happened since the day when he first sensed the interstellar line,

"There is also the Sealer...I’m in trouble..." Asai stepped back to protect Jonah, squinting his eyes and staring at the enemies that kept appearing,