Chapter 53 Taboo Reappearance

The capital of Azeroth is not the real name of this territory.

It is named after the people who live here according to ancient myths. As in mythology, elves are also the earliest creatures to live in this territory. There has been a good life and a cruel war here. Three hundred years ago, the focus of the 'dark storm' for alchemists was in this city!

The arrays left by the alchemists can be seen everywhere. And the whole city is also full of a strong smell of alchemy, and vendors everywhere are shouting different numbers. And buildings everywhere on the roadside can also feel slight magic fluctuations everywhere. Starr speculates that even these houses are likely to be made by alchemy.

And the city seems to have a very good business atmosphere, which is not what he heard from the Bulls - this is the source of chaos and evil. The civilians here look very rich. Deep in the center of the Hastan mainland, it is just an inland city, with no ports and no bustling maritime trade. Even because of the Death Forest, the location of the city is relatively remote.

In fact, the prosperity of the capital of Azeroth is entirely due to the nearby Death Forest. In the era when undead spells made people crazy, many pilgrims would go to the Temple of Death to worship. Warriors and wizards from all over the world come and go here in an endless stream, and they will choose to settle here. Over time, the economy here has also been driven. That's why today's trading capital is formed.

The same is true of the subsequent alchemy boom, which is extremely rich in materials in the capital of Azeroth, which is backed by the forest.

But it is because of its geographical location. And it does not fall under the jurisdiction of any country, coupled with the complexity of race, there is gradually no legal restrictions here.

Walking on the road, Star can even see Bimon and even the elves passing by on the street. Several undead wizards who led the skeleton swaggered in the street, arrogantly. Star shook his head and turned his eyes to the store by the roadside. The shop next to me looks very ordinary in the interior decoration, with a booth near the door. The medicine on it, the transparent medicine bottle, is marked with the price, function, producer and precautions when using it.

The snow-white walls are full of various swords, and there are some sets of armor on both sides. Each piece of armor has a completely different style and charm. Next to the armor is a row of sharp halberd. Starman glanced carelessly and skipped it directly.

In addition to the shops on both sides, the vendors on the roadside are also shouting loudly, attracting the attention of passers-by.

Suddenly, Star's footsteps stopped. The corners of his eyes brushed an ordinary two-handed sword, mixed with a pile of messy copper and iron. If it hadn't been for the magic traces in the sword, Star would probably have ignored it.

He once read the description of this kind of weapon in the book of the castle. This kind of sword armor with magic has always been the favorite of noble knights. They can make heavy armor light, and can also make ordinary swords extremely sharp. It can even seal magic on weapons and jewelry. This kind of craft looks similar to making magic scrolls, but it is not. This production group also has its own names, and they are usually called enchanters.

And the enchantment of weapons has always been a problem for enchanters.

Because the enchanted weapon is not an invincible symbol, its value is only because it is attached to the level of magic. Low-level magic ornamentality is far greater than actual combat performance, and advanced magic cannot be achieved by ordinary enchanters.

Even if the performance of magic is not considered, this kind of weapon also has great affection for the production of enchantment.

Metal is inherently resistant to magic. The more high-quality metal-made weapons or armor, the more resistant it is to magic. And this kind of magic array is very easy to be destroyed by external attacks. It is likely that an ordinary attack will lead to the invalidation of enchantment. Because of the cost performance of such weapons, the profession of enchanters has long disappeared from the mainland of Hastan.

And Star saw this kind of weapon.

The two-handed heavy sword in the pile of debris, with the length of two palms, looks extremely bulky on the ground.

And on the hilt of the epee, there is an unknown array engraved. It should be judged from the depicted traces that this is just an ordinary 'electric lightning strike'. There is no too strong lethality, it can only make the opponent be suddenly paralyzed by the electric current when in contact. The epee is still very new, and even the rough blanks in the corners have not been polished.

And the sword is still carved with some exquisite patterns for decoration, which has no other special effect, and even almost destroyed the magic array. Star understood that these patterns should have been abruptly added by the latecomers. Star picked up the sword and measured it carefully. The hilt of the sword was a little damaged, and a red stone was exposed.

The shouting peddler quickly found Star's focused eyes, "Young master, do you like this enchanted sword? It only takes five gold coins.

Star nodded unconcealedly.

"But I want to know who is the maker of this sword? Is it a dwarf?"

Dwarves are the only race in the continent of Hastan that is still aware of enchantment. Although they are insulated from magic, they are born with ultra-high induction to elements. In the process of creating weapons, the elements will follow their hammers and be knocked into the metal, which makes it easier for them to make weapons with magic.

The vendor nodded and wanted to stop talking until Star took out a gold coin from his arms and put it in front of him. Rogge is an old dwarf. He is the only old man who still insists on building weapons. His weapon is never engraved with beautiful decorations and never leaves the name of the producer, so it has never been sold. His apprentices have also dispersed for a long time. Some have become mercenaries, and some have returned directly to the dwarf community. And that old guy, now even drinking has become a problem.

"Tell me where he is?" Starr threw a bag of gold coins straight away.

"Turn left on the street, next to the tree bridge."

Star touched the epee and quickly skimmed the street. The flesh and blood puppet followed him.

There are actually many ways to enchant, but the most significant effect is only 'front and back'. The so-called 'before and after' is the so-called enchantment, such as using different rare magic metals and even sealing the soul of the Warcraft before the weapon forging is completed. The process of 'after' seems to be a little simpler, that is, to engrave a corresponding magic array. In fact, the two-handed epee on the stall is far less simple than it looks. Star has an intuition that the maker of the epee must have something to reveal.

The red trees on the roadside quickly brushed the corners of their eyes, and pedestrians on the road avoided it.

Turn left on the street, next to the tree bridge... Star stopped fiercely. In front of him is a long river that flows through the whole city, and there is a tree bridge on the limestone slab by the river. It's a bridge, but it's not. The huge and prosperous canopy almost enveloped the whole river, accompanied by the stone bridge on the side spreading at the same time. Star doesn't recognize this kind of tree, and it is not recorded in his memory or in the library in the castle.

The ten-edged-high giant tree is almost towering, and the sparse sunlight passes through the leaves and falls mottled on the ground, forming patches of light.

A rope ladder fell down the trunk. Star looked up, and the crown was like a big hand dragging the sky, lifting a wooden house. The center of the city is far away, and the passers-by are sparse.

A faint fishy smell blew along the breeze.

Star suddenly frowned. This is the smell of blood! And it comes from the canopy.

"You watch here and don't allow anyone to come down." Star said to the puppet, grabbing the rope ladder and jumping up quickly.

The trunk is unusually rough, and the green core has long disappeared, and there is dead air everywhere. This feeling is exactly the same as the corroded ancient trees in the Death Forest! Turning up the canopy, the wooden house on the canopy suddenly came into view.

The small door of the wooden house is wide open, and you can smell the strong smell of blood when you walk here. The wooden house carried the light on its back, and Star only faintly saw a figure swaying inside.

'Hir!'

The shadow sensed that he had been found and immediately roared out. The sound is like a nail scratching the glass, with a piercing crispness. Star stepped in two steps and was about to block the door. The dark shadow passed by at a very fast speed and rushed down the giant tree.

"Kol!" Star suddenly shouted and ran to the edge of the canopy.

Cole is a flesh and blood puppet refined from the body of the Thorn Knight. As long as there is him, the general enemy may not be able to defend against him. But the accident happened, and the shadow and Cole bumped into each other fiercely! Suddenly, Cole hit the distance like a shell that had been bombed out. And the shadow also took the opportunity to jump into the river. A spray hit, and Star could no longer find the other party's figure.

The river is unfathomable and turbulence. Star gritted his teeth fiercely and turned his head to look at the wooden house behind him.

The wooden house does not look simple, and there is a neat row of built weapons under the three-edged wide wall. In the middle of the wooden house, there was still a splash of dry blood on the beach. Star frowned. He couldn't figure out who the pool of blood belonged to.

Is it the old dwarf Rogge's or the dark shadow?

But soon, Starr abruptly suppressed his slightly confused thinking. He quickly walked to the edge of the house, gathered on his left hand, and quickly grabbed the weapons.

'Kka!' With a crisp sound, the hilt of a epee of the same shape as the back was twisted into two pieces. Star's eyes widened. He couldn't believe that he broke the hilt of five epee swords in a row.

"Oh, my God!"

Star only felt that the heart in his chest was clenched, and he could hardly breathe. He looked at the broken weapons in disbelief, and the fiery dazzling color made him shudder all over. His legs couldn't stop trembling, and finally he sat down on the ground.

'Pup!' A red diamond-shaped stone seemed to fall from the hilt of the sword, which was the size of a grain of rice.

Star opened his mouth and spit out a few words abruptly: "The Stone of the Sage!"