Chapter 99 Severin

Out of the copy, the prisoner Qiu and Eva hurriedly said goodbye to Ning Chen and then went offline to find the mirror and Yun Dan, and even the guild hut did not have time to return.

Ning Chen killed the copy alone.

The scene in front of him stunned him again. The alliance and tribe, to be precise, Wari's guild and Ji Qianli's guild were still fighting at the door, and his eyes was full of people, and it seemed that both sides were pouring out. Counting the time, it will take a few hours. They won't move the competition back to the bloody door, will they? Don't you need to pay for the card?

"I fought with you today!" A dwarf warrior waved a board axe and shouted at an undead thief.

"Come on! I'm not afraid of you, I'm afraid that you are not my master!" The thief hid in the air with a squir.

Over there, Maria Anna is catching a 40-level tribal trumpet crazy K. While cursing, Ning Chen frowned at her and looked at her. Why is she so grumpy?

Really - swords and shadows, flesh and blood flying.

The alliance tribe and the bloody crusaders, the three sides are still fighting. Ning Chen is unwilling to get into it anymore. He holds what the drunkard wants in his arms. At this moment, he just wants to seize the time to go back to the dark city.

He jumped from the hillside, and below is a cemetery for the player's resurrection. In Ningchen, his eyes are full of barrenness, bones are everywhere, and the corpses are smelly. He really doesn't want to step down here, but compared with the chaos on the hillside, this is still the preferred escape route.

"Quick, he's in front! Catch him!" Suddenly, there was a messy footsteps behind him. Ning Chen looked back and saw that the blood of the cathedral chased him out. God, can the world be more ridiculous?

Without saying anything, Ning Chen whistled, and Lao Kodo jumped out of nowhere. He hurriedly climbed on its back and quickly jumped in the direction of the dark city.

Old Kodo used his strength to run forward, and only a burst of exclamation from the alliance tribe came from behind him: "Where did so many strange things come from?" Then there was a scream of kindness.

Tiris Farin said that it was not big or small. After all, it was an independent kingdom. It took a long time to get to Burrell. Now Burrell's atmosphere is much more peaceful than before. Gerry became Burrell's consul and the whole family moved here, but Ning Chen did not stay. He just wanted to go back to You first. The dark city and the golden armor are still very attractive to him.

Dark City.

The gray-black tone will never change, and the city is filled with the elegy of high elves. Now Ningchen feels more and more elegant and sad. Elegance and sadness do not seem to be such a contradictory pair. He hurriedly came to the bottom of the bridge. Sure enough, the drunkard was there again. At this moment, he was sitting leaning against the foundation of the wall and sitting there. He didn't know whether he was closing his eyes or doze off. One foot sag into the sewage of the sewer. A black hair on his skull was covered with lice, and Ning Chen's heart was furry.

"Well, here you are." Ning Chen took out the hand and handed it to him.

The drunkard opened his eyes and saw the handwriting on the letter. His hands actually trembled. He opened the letter and looked at a few words greedily. Then his face changed. His forehead was full of sadness, and his miserable chin trembled uncontrollably. Finally, he cried. He covered the letterhead on his forehead: " I knew... I knew I was wrong..."

"Well, I gave you what you want, so what do I need? Where is Stavin? For this Stavin, Ning Chen has seriously suspected that he is the guy in front of him. If it is really this guy, then Ning Chen doubts whether he has this ability. If the female undead in the bloody cemetery is telling the truth, how can a person with poor character when he is alive become a master after death, even if He has mastered the essence of forging, and it is impossible for him to lead alone.

The drunkard struggled to get up from the ground, full of alcohol, but he didn't seem to be so drunk. He stood in front of Ning Chen and bowed deeply to him: "I'm sorry, I lied to you. In fact, Stavin is me, but I'm not the so-called sword casting master..."

"Damn!" Ning Chen scolded in his heart and knew that it would be such a result.

"But..." Stavin continued, "But I know the sword casting master, but now he has closed the furnace. I can only help you introduce. As for the aftershi shi, it depends on your own ability. In addition, thank you very much for letting me see the sins of my previous life, which can't be compensated..." he muttered.

"The swordsmith no longer lives in the dark city. He lives in a cave at the east of the whispering coast, and he also likes to drink. If you want him to talk to you, you must prepare 2 catties of good wine first..." Stavin's words kept ringing in his ears.

Across the forest land of Tiris and came to the coast again. It was already evening. During this period, Ning Chen went to the mailbox once. Originally, he thought that the prisoner Qiu and Eva would go online, or at least leave a letter for himself or something, but the mailbox was empty. It seemed that they were still looking for a partner who suddenly went offline. Ning Chen held back. The uneasiness in my heart is just to comfort themselves that they are all right. Girls can't stand the loneliness in the game. Maybe they go shopping.

This is the east side of the whispering coast. The sea slaps the reef on the shore and makes a loud noise. It seems that the wind is relatively strong tonight.

Walking along the beach for a while, Ning Chen saw a pile of fire on the cliff. There seemed to be a cave halfway up the mountain, surrounded by silence, not even a fisherman, only a few crabs were rampant, for fear of being caught and eaten by someone after a slow step.

Ning Chen let the shadow burial and Lao Keduo wait at the foot of the mountain and climbed up the steep rocks. Sure enough, there was a cave here, and Ning Chen saw a bent hunchbacked dead adding firewood to the fire. He tried his best to support his body to a slightly flatter stone, stood at the mouth of the cave and greeted, "Is this the place where the swordsmith lives?"

Papa! A piece of charcoal with Mars was thrown out, and an old, hoarse and impatient voice came from it: "Go away! There is no swordsman here!"

Ning Chen clapped his hands, um, then this is it.

He walked into the cave and greeted with a smile and leaned closer to the fire: "Hello! I'm a passing traveler. Can I stay here for one night?

"Hmm! Traveler? Accommodation? You came in, what else did you ask?" The undead pulled the things in the fire and smelled. It turned out to be roasted clams. Ning Chen is drooling.

Seeing that the undead had no intention of driving him away, he sat down opposite the undead and quietly said nothing. The dead pulled for a while, and the clam cracked and fried the shell. When the meat was cooked, he picked up the clam and ate it. It was quite indecent, and from time to time there were minced meat falling from the cracks in his chin.

After eating, the undead turned over and lay down: "I'm sorry, I'm going to rest. You can do it yourself."

He actually fell asleep like this and left Ning Chen himself to sit stupidly. On a long night, even Ning Chen himself did not know when he would fall asleep. In short, when he opened his eyes again, he found that the sky outside the cave, a red sun was slowly climbing from the sea level to the sky, and the sunlight shone orange red in the sea in the distance, very For spectacular.

"Do you still know how to wake up?" The dead came in from outside with a pile of firewood in his arms. "It's already dawn. You can go, traveler!" When he said the three words of the traveler, he made a mocking tone.

"Well..." Ning Chen sat up and began to turn over the package. There were some toast bread and a few bottles of wine in the bag. Just as he was rummaging through, he accidentally dropped the golden armor to the ground, and the hole glowed golden for a moment.

"Don't think that I will do something for you if you take out gold..." The undead's face does not change, and the fire that is almost extinguished is rekindled. Does he want to keep the fire burning all day long? Ning Chen looked at him with great interest.

"No, this is not gold, it's my clothes." Ning Chen's tone was also very plain. He opened the wine bottle, blew it on his mouth, slapped his tongue, and praised, "Good wine!"

I don't know whether the words touched the nerves of the dead, or the fragrance of wine aroused his greedy worm. This undead, which had been cold from the night before to now, actually let the firewood in his hand scattered on the ground and leaned closer to Ning Chen, and the bone creaked: "Wine...give me wine!"

"Drink together!" Ning Chen patted the stone ground beside him and greeted him.

The undead was not polite. He grabbed the wine bottle and drank it. After drinking, he wiped his mouth: "Good wine!"

With a few bottles of wine, the two of them actually became ripe.

"Kid, what's your name? What are you doing here? If you know that no one can find me here..." The undead burps with a wine bottle.

"Ning Chen, I'm looking for a senior." Ning Chen said that he didn't drink much, and all the wine was robbed by the old drunkard.

"There are no seniors here!" The undead stood up and walked to the entrance of the cave and stared at the sea.

The weather outside the cave suddenly faded, and the sun, which had already jumped out of the sea, was shrouded in dark clouds. I don't know when it rained lightly.

After a long silence, the undead suddenly said, "My name is Severin. Many years ago, I set up a dark stall to cast swords..."

Ning Chen suppressed his excitement and quietly waited for Severin's follow-up.

After a long silence, Severin suddenly turned around and picked up the golden armor on the ground: "Do you know the name of this suit?"

Ning Chen shook his head.

Severin suddenly poured a large mouthful of wine in his mouth, and then sprayed it on the armor. The wine slipped from the surface of the armor, and slowly appeared a row of handwriting: ashes against the firelight.

The ashes seemed to be its name, and Ning Chen looked at Severin doubtfully.

"Yes, its name is Ashes." Severin stared into Ning Chen's eyes and said, "I'm the one who forged it."

"You? It's not that the person who forged it..." Ning Chen was a little surprised. He remembered that the fishman told himself that this set of armor was cast by a dark mage of Stansom.