Chapter 213 Gambling shop, whoever loses wins (1)

Seeing the guests coming to the door, the eyes of the old man and the old dog narrowed in unison, as if a frightening light flashed past. He was indeed a master. Maybe even the old dog was hiding his secrets. I became more determined.

inner thoughts.

"Old man, what are you selling here?"

I asked with a hint of respect in my tone.

"Hmph, young man, this is a very good question."

The old man who seemed to be an expert smiled mysteriously, and even the old dog lying next to him grinned widely, revealing a mouth full of aged teeth.

"On the surface, it looks like this is just an extremely ordinary run-down shop selling books and ceramics, but in fact..."

When he said this, his expression suddenly became solemn and his voice became lower.

"Actually...?"

I swallowed dryly, feeling that my mouth was dry, and I felt as nervous as the moment before my opponent revealed his hole cards in a poker game, and I couldn't help but follow his lead.

"Actually, this is actually a super store that sells ancient equipment and artifacts!"

The old man lying on the chair suddenly opened his eyes angrily, threw away the crutch in his hand, and stood up with a majestic "whoop". His straight and strong posture, piercing eyes, sonorous and powerful tone, suddenly

The tall and majestic man who seemed to be the incarnation of a giant spirit god made people have no choice but to believe what he said.

"Aw~~"

The old dog wanted to stand up and roar with its owner, but before its legs could straighten, it was hit on the head by the crutches thrown away by the old man. After letting out a mournful cry, it fell down again, tilting its head and tongue.

He was so stretched out that he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

"Ancient equipment? Artifact?..."

I wiped my saliva from the corners of my mouth, and countless shadows flashed across my mind: Sword of victory? Armor of infinite protection? Crown of eternal life? "Nine Yin Scripture"?

"? "Guide to Another World"? "How to Become a Man Favored by Beautiful Women"? "Teaching You to Become the Protagonist of a Stallion Novel"?...

"Old man, please be sure to take me with you! In order to save this world and maintain the peace of darkness, I need an earth-shattering artifact."

I straightened my waist and said solemnly.

"Originally, my small shop would not allow anyone to enter casually, but last night I was watching the stars. Suddenly I noticed a strange phenomenon coming from the sky. After doing some calculations, I realized that a distinguished person was visiting today, so I opened the shop early to welcome him.

, Unexpectedly, it is you, young man. I see that you are full of heaven, with fine bones and broad veins. I can tell at a glance that you are a material that can be made. I have searched the entire Dark Continent and only you are worthy of the things in my shop.

It seems that peace in the Dark Continent is just around the corner."

The old man turned around and looked at me with sharp eyes like a falcon.

"Is it possible that the master is also proficient in astrology?"

I was shocked. Even Akara could only predict with the help of the power of the Great Eye. At this moment, the image of the old man in front of him suddenly became infinitely taller, as if he was standing on the top of the windy cliff with a cane and guiding mankind forward.

He looks like a great sage with a fluttering white beard on the road. Even the shabby slippers with one ear broken off under his skinny thighs covered with hair exposed from his plaid shorts that resemble beach pants look so sacred.

Test.

"Humph, it's just a hobby, not worth mentioning."

Leaving these words behind, he left me with a lonely and vicissitudes of life, and then he ducked into the dark room, and I quickly followed him.

This is a dark, dry cabin. Entering it under the scorching sun makes you feel dizzy, and it takes a while to get used to it.

The house is relatively narrow, and even Lysander's shabby shop is much more spacious than this. The ground is covered with a thin layer of dust, especially in the corners, and incomplete spider webs are everywhere. It can be seen that this small room

Not only was the store lacking in tidying up, but no one had visited it for a long time.

After my eyes adapted to the environment inside, I was shocked to find that this small room was filled with weapons racks, display cabinets and other decorations for displaying weapons and equipment, and above them, there were throwing knives, daggers

, short swords, mallets, broadswords, spears, giant axes, large and small shields, all kinds of gloves, boots, belts, armors and helmets, everything is available, and some are even high-end equipment that cannot be found in Lu Gaoyin. Look carefully.

At first glance, an inconspicuous small box actually contained two rings and a necklace. These weapons and equipment were piled up in an orderly manner, making the entire dark room look more like a messy and cramped woodshed.

"What are these weapons and equipment about?"

I was so disbelieving that I muttered that according to common sense, as long as the durability has not returned to zero, the equipment will never be worn out, but these rusty and dirty equipment seem to have just been picked out from the garbage heap.

It undoubtedly shocked me a lot. The faded blood and sharp scratches on it were all a story, as if they were constantly telling the history of its owner.

"These are what I'm talking about. You're surprised. Don't worry. Listen to me slowly."

The old man touched the thorns less than an inch below his chin, shook his head and sighed.

Thousands of years ago, the desert near Lugaoyin used to be a large battlefield. The war here was no less brutal than the bloody wasteland known as the blood accumulation. Countless brave warriors and heroic heroes fell on this desert.

, and the weapons and equipment they used were also buried in the sand.

But Lu Gaoyin is no better than the Blood Wasteland. The year-round wind and sand often reveal the equipment buried deep under the sand. After thousands of years of corrosion, these equipment and weapons have long become tattered and incomplete, and even their original attributes have been destroyed by time.

Seal, however, after continuous exploration and research, people can finally use special methods to restore the luster of these equipment that have been forgotten by history. Of course, not all. Some equipment that is too old and has been completely corroded, even if restored

, it’s just a pile of scrap metal.

"No matter how sharp the weapon is, no matter how strong the armor is, it cannot withstand the passage of time. The so-called never wear and tear is only a relative term. Even the artifact Blue Fury created by the angels and the protoss, and the holy sword known as the nemesis of demons, are in hell.

Didn’t he also fall sadly under the wheel of battle?”

The old man sighed and continued.

"There may be artifacts in these equipment, or they may just be a pile of scrap metal. They have been buried under the cold desert for thousands of years, and their former power has long been sealed by time. However, they are still quietly waiting for a new owner.

, to reawaken the glory that belongs to them, young man, if you are really the person they choose, the savior of destiny, then please calm down and listen carefully to their stories. Follow their call."

As if he was crazy, he danced and raised his hands in the air, with a fanatical expression on his face...

Since the old man said that these so-called "ancient equipment" can be restored to their glory, I have roughly guessed that this should be the so-called gambling shop in the game, but I just changed it to a more realistic and appropriate term. Thinking of this, I

My feverish mind has somewhat sobered up. In my memory, when I gambled while playing Diablo, I almost never got anything good. Occasionally, I got a few pieces of gold equipment, and their attributes were rubbish. Let alone dark gold and green.

Pretend, combined with the gambling probabilities announced by others, I no longer have any illusions about my character.

What's more, I have already remembered the name of this old man. Isn't it the cunning mouse Aigis that the strange old man Lysander often talks about? Although Lysander's words are not very credible, they still wake me up to a certain extent.

A bit energetic.

It's a pity that this state only lasted for less than a few seconds. Soon, my illusion was rekindled by Aigis' vicissitudes and passionate tone. Yes, this is not a game. Why should I cling to the past?

What about the dark history? After all, we have also traveled through time, so it is somewhat different. Maybe those artifacts got curious and threw hydrangeas at me one after another? Which one should I choose at that time? I chose them all? Not good

Well, you have to leave a little bit for those who come after you and give full play to the style of your predecessors.

Thinking of this, the martial arts cultivation secrets of Divine Sword, Holy Armor, Crown and Crown flashed through my eyes again one by one, and then turned into blazing fire, and I felt that my blood was completely boiling.

Usually at this time, according to the general settings... I closed my eyes, recalled it carefully, and then opened it in vain. I only felt a flash of light passing by. At this moment, I felt that I had successfully turned on the protagonist mode.

, the artifact is waving to me again.

My eyes did not stop at the more beautiful equipment in the weapon racks and display cabinets, but instead focused on the equipment piled messily in the corners, especially those places that were covered with dust and full of cobwebs.

My eyes shuttled between various corners. Suddenly, my heart seemed to be flashed by a bolt of lightning. I stood motionless. My eyes stayed deep in a corner and could no longer move away. What was going on? I

Breathing rapidly, I pressed my heart, as if it was alive, a resonance like blood connection.

Staring closely at an inconspicuous two-handed sword covered with rust in the corner, every spot and every gap on it seems to have turned into the melody of life, beating with my pulse, and with me

The blood is boiling together, calling silently, which is the throbbing of the soul and the blending of life.

There is no mistake, this is what I have been looking forward to, the most suitable weapon for me, the Sword of the King!!

My eyes became firm in an instant, and I pointed at the two-handed sword hidden in the sword tomb, looking down proudly at the entire earth.

"I want this one."

"How... how is it possible?" Almost as soon as I finished speaking, the old man screamed, looking extremely shocked.

"The store has been open for more than thirty years, and this sword has been placed there since the beginning. Over the years, its partners have changed batch after batch, but it is the only one that seems to be transparent and has never been noticed by adventurers.

I noticed that one time I was really curious, so I couldn't help pointing to the sword that I had placed in the most conspicuous place and asked other people why they didn't choose that sword? But the answer I got shocked me -'

Sword, where did the sword come from? Aren't all the axes placed there? Boss, you really know how to joke.' I was so surprised that I asked the same question repeatedly to the customers, but got the same answer.

, and because I kept asking, in the end, everyone gave me another clumsy name, and that is - Ask! Sword! Old! Man!"

The old man sighed with infinite desolation.

"Finally, I confirmed that no one could see this sword except me. After many years, it was gradually buried inside and would never see the light of day. But now, young man, you have really given me

There are so many surprises. It seems that all this is the guidance of fate and the mercy of God!!"

"Really? It's not that exaggerated, although I feel that I am indeed different in some aspects." I coughed a few times in embarrassment and responded modestly.

"It seems that my painstaking divination last night was indeed in vain. This sword actually chose you, so there must be a reason for it. As its custodian, there is nothing more disappointing than being able to see it see the light of day with my own eyes. What's nice, young man, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you a 25% discount, and I'll get rid of the small change. I'll pay you and deliver the goods. With only 4,000 gold coins, you can own a novel, high-quality and low-priced weapon. Sword, action is worse than a heartbeat, what are you waiting for?"

"Oh...oh...ok."

Amid Aigis' terrifying momentum of taking one step at a time, I counted out two broken gems and nearly 1,000 gold coins and handed them over. However, I always felt that these lines were familiar. Is it an illusion?

?

While receiving the gold coins and diamonds, Aigis also quickly pushed the two-handed sword over and seemed to be muttering, pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand, and he will not be held responsible for the goods.

"This is a special potion. As long as you pour it on the sword, it will naturally restore its former glory." After handing me a bottle of unknown white liquid, Aigis began to count the gold coins.

Following Aigis's method, I couldn't wait to pour the liquid in the bottle onto the sword. Wherever the liquid flowed, the blade immediately flashed with white light, the remaining rust fell off one after another, and the gaps were gradually repaired.

After a while, it was no different from a brand new two-handed sword.

However, it seemed to have no radiance. Could this be the so-called return to nature? Bearing the doubts in my mind, I quickly opened my eyes wide and looked at its properties.

Abandoned two-handed sword

One-handed damage: 0-5

Hand damage: 3-9

Durability:1-1

Strength required: 35

Requires Agility: 27

Sword Level: Fast Attack Speed
Chapter completed!