Chapter 801: Lion Iron Seal

Chapter 810 Lion Iron Seal

"Hoohoo~" At the foot of the frozen Misty Mountains, an old man with disheveled hair and untidy beard walked at the foot of the mountain with a long object wrapped in animal skin and cloth.

"Ouch!" The old man missed a step and fell into a snow pit. He was not careful and fell and got a black eye.

"Ouch..." The old man touched his waist and abdomen, and when he stretched out his hand, it was covered with red.

"Damn it! The wound has broken again! Bastard half-orc! I curse you to have a son without an asshole!" The old man bent down and covered the wound and groaned, and it seemed that fire could spit out of his eyes.

"Bastard! Beast!" The old man kept mumbling, cursing the orcs from the north, and twisted a few thick branches from the snow pile next to him. The branches as thick as arms were not much stronger than tofu under the old man's big hands full of fighting spirit. The old man threw the branches he broke together, hastily pulled out a few dead branches, and quickly ignited them with the fire fighting spirit in his hand. Then the old man quickly stuffed them into the gap under the branches.

"Crackle!" The bonfire reflected the old man's face red and warmed his gradually stiff body. He took out an iron pot from the space ring and scooped a spoonful of snow, boiled the snow, spread out a piece of linen and soaked it in boiling water, then picked it up and wiped the wound between his chest and abdomen.

"Hiss! These wolf cubs are so cruel! What a vicious curse!" The old man laughed dumbly, looking at the strange black runes on the wound, he couldn't help but reach out and condense the fire fighting spirit to expel the curse.

"It's really disgusting!" The old man sighed slowly, looking at the curse runes disappearing in his body and said speechlessly. These curses consciously avoided his expulsion and purification, hiding deep in his body. It was really difficult to remove them except for holy magic and light magic.

"Uh..." The old man applied the medicine and wanted to stand up, but his hand slipped and he fell to the ground. The things wrapped in animal skins also fell to the ground. It was a lance with a cold light. The ancient and majestic lance was not gorgeous, and even a little inconspicuous. Except for the sharp edge that hurt people's eyes, ordinary people would not even look at it.

"The vast sky! How can you be so unkind to me!" A few crystals flashed in the old man's eyes. He tried desperately to struggle. He looked at the gradually brightening sky and panted, and his eyelids slowly became heavy.

"Uncle Leo! Uncle Leo!" Leo seemed to hear his master's call in the dim light. He tried desperately to raise his hands and put on his armor again to follow his master, but his increasingly heavy eyelids and uncontrollable hands and feet ignored his thoughts. He struggled a few times and then fell into darkness.

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"Quick! Please ask Lord Dura to come down! Olaf! Go to my desk and get the iron box! Quick! Quick!" Apophis Breo shouted anxiously.

"Here! Here!" Dura hurried over with a staff.

"My God! What happened? What happened to him?" Dura said in shock.

"Save him! Be sure to save him! Please!" Apophis Breo almost knelt down to Dura.

"Okay, okay, calm down, Your Highness! Let me take a look first!" Green magic runes appeared on Dura's fingers, and a set of life healing skills was first used. Although he didn't know what happened, it would definitely not be wrong to replenish vitality. The biggest advantage of this skill is to keep his life alive and facilitate rescue.

"Fuck! What the hell is this death curse?" Dura's eyes widened. No one has taught him how to remove the death curse cast by a sixth-level professional!

"You don't know?" Apophis Breo grabbed Dura nervously and trembled.

"How can I know? I'm a fourth-level mage! The sixth-level thing is too far away from me! I can't tell it apart at all!" Dura was numb. No one told him that a fourth-level caster would have to deal with a sixth-level caster! The magician is not like the combat professional. The huge gap between mental power and magic power cannot be balanced by technology. The magicians who can kill enemies above their level are all geniuses! The gap between the fourth and sixth levels is like a vast ocean in front of Dura, and he can't see the other side.

"Oh my God! What happened? Your Highness!" Olaf hurried over with the box in his arms.

"Quick!" Apophis Breo took out the Grand Duke's Medal from inside and placed it on Leo. The effect was immediate. The Grand Duke's Medal, which had the ability to expel evil, directly limited the further corrosion of the curse on Leo.

"I hope it works!" Apophis Breo solemnly opened the interlayer of the box and took out an iron seal the size of a bottle cap from it.

"What is this?" Olaf and Dura's eyes froze. Although they didn't understand this thing, the ancient atmosphere and faint pressure on it made them understand that this might not be a simple thing.

"Epic jewelry and strange objects?" Olaf asked in confusion.

"I'm afraid it's a legendary magic item!" Dura said in surprise.

"It's mythical! The artifact of the Breo family! The private seal of the first Grand Duke - the Lion Iron Seal!" Apophis Breo said solemnly.

"Divine Artifact?" Olaf lowered his voice in horror. You know, a divine artifact is something that is hard to find and is rarely seen by ordinary people.

"That's right... the King's Lion family is a possibility..." Dura pursed his chin and said solemnly. With the status of the King's Lion in the empire, it is not difficult to get a divine weapon. After all, as the loyal dog of the North of the empire and the fun person among the electors, the empire is definitely willing to give the King's Lion family a divine weapon. After all, even dragon rider families like Anthony and McDougal have divine weapons, so there is no reason that the King's Lion family does not have divine weapons.

"But shouldn't the material of the divine weapon be the kind of glittering? This gray one is also a divine weapon?" Olaf looked at Apophis Breo in surprise and put the iron seal in his hand on Leo's chest. A great pressure emanated from him, and at the same time, the phantom of a lion jumped vividly in the void.

"It was originally the personal seal of the ancestors when His Majesty founded the country, but after being nurtured by successive grand dukes and having been blessed by God... it is best to transform into a divine weapon!" Apophis Breo said calmly. Yes, divine weapons are not only created by casting, but also nurtured and miraculous. For example, Osbaija's equipment was transformed into a divine weapon and passed down.

"Then is this thing effective?" Dura asked in confusion.

"It should be. Its effect is to stimulate the protection of the lion soul and avoid the erosion of abnormal status. I think it should be possible!" Apophis Breo thought about it.

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