Chapter 610: The King's Blade

Fringilla's room has the characteristics of a vampire witch.

The windows were completely nailed shut, and there was only an iron lampstand with a single candle inside.

There was a large cauldron in the middle, with blood-colored bubbles bubbling out from it. The table next to it was filled with all kinds of crystals and glass test tubes, and inside was an unknown liquid that was mostly dark red.

Various dried animal and plant specimens are nailed to the walls with wooden wedges.

When Lothar pushed the door open and came in, Flynn was concentrating on chanting an obscure spell. The oppressive blood magic was not activated. She was obviously practicing a powerful spell.

Noticing Lothar coming in, she quickly stopped her spell and rushed forward excitedly: "You're back!"

Fringilla was very excited. After becoming an elite, her blood magic specialization unlocked many advanced spells. These spells were all-encompassing, and many vampires could not understand even one out of ten of them after spending their entire lives.

Although Fulin was very powerful at the peak of her previous life, she was lazy and spent most of her long life relying on sleep. Although these spells were rooted in her blood, she had not studied them in depth at all.

Lothar couldn't bear it and pushed Flynn away. The little girl had now transformed into a big girl. The places that should be full were full, which was completely different from the flat and open land before.

"Why do you suddenly think of studying hard?"

Fulin hummed softly: "I finally understand. It's better to rely on yourself than to rely on others. Prajna, that stupid big guy, even if she cares about your safety, she is just a little scum who has not become an elite. I hope she can protect you." There is no risk to our safety.”

Lothar smiled awkwardly and did not answer the question. He did not upgrade Prajna. The root cause still lies with him.

"Well, since she worked hard to make things right afterwards, I won't blame her. I recently studied a super powerful spell. If I meet that old guy Shemeier again, I will definitely spread his ashes. ”

"What spell?"

She pulled Rosa to the table with great interest and pointed to a series of spell models she had analyzed on it: "That's it - Blood Demon Explosion Technique!"

Lothar studied it carefully for a while. He also had the ability to specialize in blood magic. He quickly identified several of the spell models, but the subsequent ones were somewhat incomprehensible.

Although he later learned some introductory spells from Anna, it was still too difficult to understand these high-level magics even in the Blood Court. The talent of blood magic specialization was a huge treasure trove, but it still needed to be developed.

But even though she couldn't understand, Lothar listened to the little girl Flynn's chatter with great interest.

It's rare that she studies magic so hard.

"In short, as long as I chew through this spell, I can bypass the old guy's spiritual barrier and directly control the blood riot in his body. If I can't kill him, I will have to make him unable to concentrate on casting the spell."

Flynn gritted her teeth in anger when she remembered that she was bombarded by Shemeier's spells in the Blood Realm. She thought that after becoming an elite, she would be able to get rid of the situation of being at the bottom of the team in terms of combat power, but she didn't expect it. Just when he was about to show off his power, he was severely suppressed.

“Awesome!”

Lothar smiled and touched her head, sighing with emotion: "She has grown so tall."

The little girl smiled proudly: "Hey."

She deliberately adjusted her figure so that Lothar would no longer treat her as a little girl.

"I heard that you and Nina had a quarrel? Weren't you two the best in the world before?"

The smile on Fulin's face disappeared and she hummed: "I won't be the best in the world."

Lothar couldn't help but laugh. He could see that Fulin's anger had already dissipated, but she just didn't have a step to go down.

"Well, that's what Nina thinks anyway. It seems like she's just being sentimental."

Flynn hummed: "Yes, you're a stupid woman who thinks she's in love."

"Master, take action quickly."

In the desert, a young man was walking as fast as he could.

Behind him was an enraged giant.

This young man is also a member of Saladin's court spellcasting team, but his extraordinary power comes from a short sword, which he calls the King's Reverse Blade.

Legend has it that this was the dagger Brutus used when he assassinated Gaius Julius Caesar during the ancient empire. It is a symbol of betrayal and embodies Caesar's dissatisfaction with his adopted son's betrayal before his death. I dare to believe that the fear and uneasiness in the heart of Brutus, the dagger wielder, was a downright murderous weapon.

With the extraordinary power obtained from the artifact, even if it can threaten the powerful quasi-legendary spell caster, its own life level cannot be improved. Not only is it impossible to have as long a life span as the caster, but because this weapon will continue to drain the user's life span , causing him to die young.

After witnessing Shemeier's heroic performance when using a wedge-shaped clay tablet that day, he decisively joined the master's army in exchange for treasures that would extend his life.

What was running wildly behind him was a desert rock dragon that lived in the Kargah Desert. This was a medium-sized dragon species. Although its strength was average, that was because it could not breathe dragon breath. In terms of physical combat ability alone, It also has to be superior to many higher dragon species.

This is also the general advantage of earth dragons over flying dragons. Of course, this advantage is often not brought into play in the conflict between the two dragons. As long as the flying dragon is not a fool, it is impossible to descend to fight with the earth dragon.

At this time, the desert rock dragon's body was covered with small wounds, blood spattered as it ran, and its eyes were filled with hatred as it stared at the young man and his descendants.

Being abruptly awakened from his slumber, the rock dragon already hated this damn intruder.

In Shemaier's hand, a wedge-shaped clay tablet hung high, and a clumsy text fell with a bang, hitting the rock dragon's head.

The desert rock dragon suddenly struggled in pain, but after a while, it calmed down and lowered its head to Shemaier to express its tameness.

During the years that Shemaier has been with the Karelian Fire Dragon, he has often used the blood of the Karelian Fire Dragon for research, and he is considered to be half a dragon expert.

Combined with the power of the wedge-shaped clay tablet, he can subdue even the unruly dragon.

There are many types of dragons, but as long as they have true dragon blood, they are not much weaker. Even those low-level dragons with thin blood, which often make human warriors "dragon slayers" famous, are still weaker than ligers. These beasts are powerful.

"Master, I didn't expect that your attainments in 'Dragonology' are so profound. If this continues, by the time the war begins, we may be able to form a dragon army."

the young man complimented.

Shemaier shook his head: "They are just a group of low- and medium-level dragons. They are useful to those secular armies, but they can only attract a little attention to Lothar and his group of mages."

He is not disgusted with this young man. If he wants to make a living and gain knowledge, he should naturally ask for advice at every turn. Is it possible that he always expects others to beg you to be his student and teach you valuable knowledge?

The young man frowned: "That Lothar does have a few very troublesome witches under his command. We may not be his opponents. How far are you from the legendary realm?"

"It should have happened in the past two days."

Shemaier's eyes shone with spiritual light. The world he saw was completely different from what ordinary people saw, and it was also different from the "spiritual vision" mastered by ordinary spellcasters.

Vaguely, he could even discern the rules of the world.

Spell casters in the legendary realm are able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods. Now, after Ragnarok, they are great enough to surpass most gods. They are the dream goals of all spell casters.

Although high-level wizards can cast spells that destroy heaven and earth, if they are caught off guard and besieged by mortals holding magic-blocking gold weapons, there is a high chance that they will perish.

But if it is a legend, no matter how many mortals come, it will still be a gift.

And there is only a thin line between him and this step.

He felt that he could overcome the barrier that prevented him from breaking through by using the secret technique of climbing on the wedge-shaped clay plate again.

The young man exclaimed: "Master, are you serious?"

"Um."

Schemaier nodded, not showing much pride. If it weren't for the wedge-shaped clay tablet, he might have been stuck at the gate of the legendary realm for the rest of his life. Even if he broke through to the legendary realm, he would still use trickery. , there is still a gap between them and those serious legendary casters.

It is difficult to imagine what kind of powerful civilization the Babylonians created in the distant mythical age.

"Congratulations!"

The young man's face was full of envy.

Among other things, the biggest characteristic of legendary casters is their long lifespan. I have never heard of any legendary caster who died of old age at the end of his lifespan.

If he could become a legend, wouldn't he use the King-Slaying Reversal Blade casually, which would shorten his life every time he used it?