Chapter 121 Broken Equipment

"Are you conferred a god?" The Sword Saint bowed his head and remained silent.

"For you humans, conferring a god is the best choice, and becoming a god is the best result." Elf elder Salvador said lightly, "Don't delusionally set foot on the epic road, as a human, you don't have this qualification, forcibly pursue The result will only turn you into a dead bone, don't waste the life essence that the tree of eternal life replenishes for you."

"Waste? I can pay for the equivalent items to make up for the loss of your healing for me." The swordsman raised his head and said, he is the man who slaughtered the ancient red dragon.

"Make up for our loss?" The elf elder smiled, and he asked the swordsman, "What do you make up for?"

"There are enough resources in my space ring." Juggernaut looked at the elf elder. He was not wearing the original gray linen clothes, but a coarse cloth woven from plant fibers. His original clothes, All have been replaced.

"Keep those resources for yourself!" Seeing the Juggernaut's gaze, the elf elder shook his head with a hint of sympathy on his face, and the scepter in his hand shook lightly. "And, the price of healing for you, the Titans have already paid for you."

Faint spatial fluctuations appeared, and then, a set of disfigured gray sackcloth, a pair of tattered boots, a belt that was broken in two, a dark blue sword full of cracks, and a pile of strangely shaped metal fragments .

"This is?" Seeing the pile of "garbage" that was teleported to him by the elf elder, the ordinary face of the swordsman who always had an indifferent expression couldn't help but stunned for a moment.

"All of them are yours, and there are not many of them." Seeing the sword saint's face turning black, the elf elder added, "When I sent you to the heart of the Tree of Eternal Life, I took the The equipment is all taken off, I can't let you bring some irrelevant things into the tree of eternity. Besides, when these things are taken off from you, it is like this."

"..." Hearing the words of the elf elder, Sword Saint Ron stretched out his hand, picked up the dark blue long sword full of cracks, and looked at it carefully. The other hand gently touched the crack on the side, and Morea noticed that, When the sword saint Ron touched the cracks, his arms were shaking slightly. This was his sword.

"It's just that the engraved array above is damaged. After all, the sword body is a legendary metal, and it can be smelted and recast." Seeing the frowning Sword Saint, the elf elder comforted.

Pushing himself to others, if the staff that he regards as a treasure is damaged due to the battle, the elf elder... can't imagine what kind of situation this is. For the mage, the staff is the second life, and for the juggernaut, the sword is a part of the life of the juggernaut.

"yes,

A broken sword can be recast. Hearing the words of consolation from Elf Elder Salvador, Sword Saint Ron seemed to respond and said to himself.

After finishing speaking, Sword Saint Ron put the long sword, which was full of cracks, as if it would shatter into a pile of fragments at any time, on his knees, and then picked up the tattered, blood-stained sackcloth, and touched it slightly. , the frown deepened.

"Human, if I'm not mistaken, this suit is 'Abraham's blessing', a sacred relic left by the legendary sage Abraham." Seeing this disfigured sackcloth that had been damaged, the elf elder couldn't help showing his eyes. A hint of regret.

"Well, this is what I got from a sage." The swordsman nodded and replied with the blood-stained torn linen.

"The sage's relic!" Moreya's eyes widened, staring at the torn sackcloth in Juggernaut's hands. He couldn't imagine that something that could be thrown away as garbage now could have something to do with the sage.

You must know that everything that can be related to the word sages and sages is all treasures, without exception. Moreover, this set of sages' relics named "Abraham's Asylum" is also recorded in the memory of the dragon inheritance of Morea, and it is still marked, so Moreya's memory is still fresh.

Because, Abraham's Asylum is a legendary defense suit. Warriors, mages, warlocks, druids... all occupations, all races, can be worn, the only restriction is that the wearer must be of good alignment.

For many creatures, this restriction equals no restriction. These alone are enough to let Morea know the preciousness of this robe. There are almost no restrictions, and it has a defense that is difficult to break through ordinary legends.

However, the first time Morea saw a treasure of this level, it was in a damaged state and was directly scrapped. Moreover, according to the situation, it should be damaged by the legendary Titan Yahiborn.

"It's really the relics of the sages." With the affirmation of the swordsman, the elf elders couldn't help but scolded: "It's... so barbaric, even the relics of the sages have been destroyed. Do they know what this means?"

Seeing the elf elder trembling with anger, Morea nodded with concern. At this moment, he also felt that the big man in the clan who was about to set foot on the epic was too heavy, and he actually set a defensive type. The legendary suit was abruptly destroyed.

"Indeed, it's too violent and savage." Morea nodded sadly. The first legendary suit he saw was actually in a damaged state, which was unbearable.

"What are you complaining about?" Elf elder Salvador glared at Morea.

"A legendary suit is gone."

"It's not a good thing your Titans have done." The handsome blond elf said angrily.

"Can it be repaired?" Morea looked at the sackcloth in Juggernaut's hand with some distress. Although this suit had nothing to do with his copper plate, but... he still felt heartache.

"It can be repaired."

"real."

"Of course." The elf elder cast a glance at Morea, "As long as you can find the first owner of this suit and let him take action."

"The first master?" Morea was startled, "The legendary sage, Abraham!"

"Yes, although the name is 'Abraham's Asylum', but according to the records of the ancient books, this set of clothes is just the daily clothes made by the sages. Therefore, as long as you can find the sages, repairing the clothes is a very simple matter."

"Elder, stop joking." Morea smiled embarrassedly. "The saints don't know that there has been no news for tens of thousands of years. Where can I find it? Besides, even if I find it, this kind of existence will not necessarily look at me."

"I will look at you." The elf elder said lightly, "Even if it is an ant, the saints and sages will treat each other as equals. Besides, you are much stronger than the ants."

"Uh!" Morea was stunned by this handsome elf old man and was speechless.