"Your precious daughter is provoking Gazrilla. I thought Gazrella would give her a lesson. Speaking of which, that Loa has a really good temper."

Under the violent storm outside, in the captain's cabin with the hatch closed, the first parasaurus was busy cleaning Blake's desk and placing all kinds of magic materials needed by pirates on it.

While she was posing, she said to the stinky pirate who was holding the blood crystal and studying it carefully:

"A loa was provoked by a little girl to keep it as a pet, but it didn't even bother him. The Akunda I saw in the Wharton Desert was not as stupid as it."

"It's not that Gazrella has a good temper, it's just that she's too weak."

Blake closed his eyes and felt the knowledge and wisdom in the blood crystal stone, and then said calmly:

"If you were to be Gazrilla who was at his peak ten thousand years ago, if my precious egg dared to speak like that, the three-headed snake would definitely wash the deck with a lightning storm, and maybe even capsize the ship in the sea.

Woolen cloth.

It has only experienced the trough for thousands of years and has learned helpless tolerance. It knows that there is power on this ship that can easily kill it, so it chooses to be humble and gentle.

But what you said is not bad.

Gaz'rilla does not have the bad habits of the Loa on Zandalari, probably because it has been staying in the Tanaris Desert and has no contact with the outside world, so it is relatively simple?"

"Is there still such a thing?"

Sephiel blinked in confusion, and when Blake didn't answer again, he guessed that this was probably the captain joking.

She shrugged and no longer dwelled on the issue. She took out a few jars of thick, pungent blood from the box next to her and placed them in front of Blake's eyes.

explain:

"Everything is ready, but you are so mysterious that you never say what you want to do? Why do you want to take dragon blood from Onyxia's body again?

Are you going to cast something else?"

"No, this time it's considered strengthening."

Blake opened his eyes, threw the blood crystal in his hand, threw it to Sephiel, and said:

"I got this from a friend and found it very interesting, so I planned to try it. As for dragon blood, that is the material. In Venthyr's culture, blood represents the carrier of power."

"This is..."

The first auxiliary dragon took the blood crystal and held it in his hand.

This thing looks cool, but it is actually no different from other magic stones used by spellcasters to store information.

You only need to use mental perception to see the knowledge stored inside, and its restrictions have been unlocked by pirates, and Sephiel can also view the information inside.

The first thing she saw when she closed her eyes was a tall figure on the blood-red balcony of a huge palace that was too gorgeous to look like a modern building, with his back to her.

The guy wore a black armor with blood-red decorations, which was covered with gorgeous and gloomy spikes, and was also decorated with purple-red gems.

He was adorned with a blood-red cloak, leaning on the railing of the balcony, and holding a glass of bright red liquid in a coquettish manner.

Viewed from the back, this guy has long white hair and a majestic posture. He also has two black horns on his forehead, which are somewhat different from devil horns.

Looking at the environment in which he exists and his momentum, you can tell that he is a big shot.

But the most peculiar thing is that there is a bloody giant sword suspended next to him, without any support, suspended in mid-air like a living thing.

Its blade is slender and sharp, full of a simple beauty, and the sword is embellished with a bat-wing-like shape, and the tail of the sword is embellished with huge pearls.

It was on the balcony with its owner. Under Sephiel's gaze, the mysterious big man chatted with his sword from time to time.

It's like having a real conversation with a living creature.

Then the scene flashed, and under the astonished gaze of the first parasaurus, the floating living blade was killing enemies and generals without any command on the battlefield. Every time it was swung, it would bring about a bloody massacre, but its owner was still in his own hands.

Sit and admire the scenery in that overly gorgeous castle.

Just when she was confused, the screen turned for the third time. This time it was a group of strangely dressed and strange-looking guys who were using magic to forge some gorgeous weapons.

As Sephiel watched, she could see that the prepared weapons could levitate and kill enemies on their own. It seems that this kind of self-aware weapon is not a special creation, but should be one of those in that strange country.

A kind of "standard equipment".

The next picture shows in detail every aspect of making a living blade.

It was even clear enough for Sephiel to see clearly the blood and sin inscriptions on the blades, but the First Parasaurus was not an alchemist, and she was not good at using weapons, so she quickly ended the viewing.

When putting down the blood crystal, Sephiel rubbed his eyes and saw Black taking Salamani out of the bag and placing it on the desk in front of him.

Obviously, the pirate plans to use the Elf Sword to make his own living blade, or soul blade.

The first auxiliary dragon said to his captain:

"Your 'friend' is really generous. He gave you such a special gift when we first met. Giving this thing to a dwarf craftsman or an elf mage will make them crazy."

"The Living Blade is the proud work of the Venthyr of Revendreth. Those guys who take the sense of ritual to the extreme are very good at making such things.

Not only can the destructive power of a weapon be maximized, but it can also give the weapon a unique connection with its user.

Powerful indeed.

But it’s hard to say how valuable this knowledge is.”

Blake picked up the Midas rod used for alchemy and curled his lips and said:

"You have also seen that each of the Venthyr Punishers has a living blade of their own, and this knowledge is not a secret in Revendreth.

Emperor Denathrius was a ruler who was very knowledgeable about people's hearts. I once told Mal'Ganis that I admired the sharp sword in his hand, so he gave me this knowledge as a gift.

Not only did he gain favor, but he also gained face.

From this point alone, we can see that that guy is not easy to deal with."

Having said this, the pirate glanced at Sephiel, pursed his lips, and motioned for her to come over and help carve the inscription. He then stroked the cold Salamani sword in front of him and said:

"I don't expect that like Emperor Denathrius, I can get a bloodthirsty blade as powerful as Lemonia in his hand, but the living blade I made with my own hands must at least show my own uniqueness.

strength.

After strengthening Salamani with my own hands, this weapon can also become a nightmare for my enemies.

It's always longing for wholeness.

This is the first step.”

"I think if it's about alchemy, you'd better ask Dean Lanyue to help."

Sephiel shook the alchemical solution in his hand and said to Black cautiously:

"Salamini is a rare weapon. If you break it because of your lack of skills, I think there may be no one in the world who can help you repair it.

It would be safer to ask the alchemist master for help with this kind of matter."

"I want it too."

Blake rubbed his forehead and said helplessly:

"But the most important step of the living blade is to establish a soul connection between the weapon and the user. This process cannot be done by others. I must complete it myself.

Besides, I have also been quietly learning alchemy. Although I am definitely not as good as Dean Lan Yue, I still have to take the first step.

With your help, I can at least try a few more times."

"Um?"

Hearing this, Sephiel's eyes suddenly widened.

She looked at Blake carefully and said:

"You...you know?"

"Do you think Nagfar would hide the secret she knows from her father?"

The stinky pirate glanced at his first mate, reached out and patted her face gently, and said:

"You can use time magic on the ghost ship. It's not a shame. Why do you keep hiding it from me?"

"I...I'm afraid of causing trouble to you."

Sephiel's cheeks were a little red and she said softly:

"After all, don't you already know that there is a bronze dragon traitor on Nefarian's side? Although the future of this timeline has been messed up, going back in time at a certain point in time will still leave traces.

You are busy with important things now, I just don’t want to bring you something...ah!"

Before she could finish speaking, she felt a heavy blow to her buttocks, so she covered her buttocks and jumped out, staring at the stinky pirate with wide eyes. The latter lowered his head as if nothing happened and began to carve sinful inscriptions on Salameni's sword.

pattern.

Said again:

"Hurry up and help. I ask you to turn back time immediately. I don't know how many times it will take to carve a perfect inscription, but I guess you are destined to be very tired tonight."

"whispering sound."

Sephiel snorted, rubbed his face, walked forward, and complained in a low voice:

"Didn't I make it through that tiring night?"

"What?"

The pirate asked, and the first auxiliary dragon quickly changed the subject and said:
To be continued...