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"What a sword!" Seeing the effect of the strong paladin's sword, the military mage couldn't help but praise it, and everyone also praised it.

They clearly saw that when the sword hit the stone, there was a slight flash of cold light on the sword's edge, and then it cut directly in. This is neither the kind of pure hardness and sharpness, nor the appearance of being sharp after absorbing fighting spirit, but rather seems to amplify the power of fighting spirit.

For a strong hand like this paladin who is half tall but not tall, this kind of sword is most suitable. It's not usually very showy, but when it's really used, it's extremely powerful, and it's simply perfect.

Of course, it is extremely difficult to obtain such a sword. This kind of sword, which can effectively enhance fighting spirit but is not particularly sharp at ordinary times, requires very special materials and even more superb skills. Generally speaking, only the descendants of those legendary strong men can be favored by their elders and obtain such a weapon.

Weapons like this have a very popular name, called "heirlooms." This means that it can be passed down from father to son, and from son to grandson. It is not easy to attract thieves, but can be of great use at critical moments.

And this paladin has also made up his mind that if his child succeeds, he will pass this sword to him in the future. If he fails to live up to his expectations, the sword will be passed on to the next generation of paladins in the church. No matter what, I will never let it gather dust or sleep in the ground with me.

Such a good sword should shine in battle!

He smiled, lifted up the sword embedded in the stone, wiped it carefully, then pulled out the original big sword from the scabbard on his back and put it in.

"It's a pity that I originally had this one." He said with some regret, "It took several years of savings to build it. The sword is mixed with a little mithril, which is not only tougher, but can also be used as a shield to resist spells. With..."

The mage who accompanied the army looked at it and said with a smile: "This mithril is mixed with a lot... If you don't mind that it will be destroyed, you might as well sell it to me."

Although he specializes in protective spells, he is also quite involved in alchemy and enchantment - most of these mages who are willing to be hired by lords will specialize in studying these things. After all, for settled mages, alchemy and enchantment are the most important. The foundation for settling down and establishing a life. This big sword falls into his hands. As long as he uses some special techniques, he can completely refine it into a mithril ingot containing some iron.

Although it contains iron, which reduces the purity of mithril, for most weapons or armors, mithril is originally mixed with steel, so it does not matter - in fact, if it is used to make armor, it Instead, we need to add more steel into it to make up enough weight.

The sturdy paladin was stunned for a moment, and looked at the sword in his hand that had just experienced a battle and was slightly chipped. He thought about it carefully, and then looked at his companions.

"Do any of you need it?"

"Come on, we don't have such a big sword." Another paladin said with a smile.

"I plan to take advantage of this time to clear out the monsters and make some achievements. Maybe your Majesty will give me a sword." Another paladin said.

The other paladin also shook their heads. Seeing this scene, the strong paladin sighed, turned the sword upside down, put the hilt forward, and handed it to the accompanying mage.

"It seems that it is time for it to be eliminated."

The military mage smiled and let his follower, a strong man who was serious and honest in his work and spoke very little, take it.

"Don't worry about the price, I will definitely not lose you." He said, "In the future, if you have any rare trophies, you can come to me. After this winter sweep, I will live in Dalland. We will be neighbors by then, so we need to be as close as possible.”

After saying that, he took his entourage and walked away with the big sword, leaving only the thoughtful priests behind.

"Priest, what does he mean by this?" After a while, the youngest priest asked, "Why do I feel like he is deliberately trying to win over us?"

"This feeling is correct. He is trying to win over us." The Kabbalah priest thought for a moment and said, "He probably feels that relying on the support of the lord is not enough. He needs to have forces who are close to him and who do not have a good relationship with the lord. Make him feel more at ease.”

"Why is this? Isn't he from the lord's side?"

"Who knows? Everyone has their own ideas." The Kabbalah priest smiled and shook his head, "No matter what he thinks, in short, we just need to do our own thing well. We are priests and people who serve His Majesty. In this mortal world Although we can’t completely ignore the various intrigues, we don’t need to worry too much.”

The priests nodded one after another and packed their things.

Today's battle left everyone exhausted, and the equipment also suffered a lot of wear and tear. The physical fatigue has been eliminated by the holy light bath after the sacrifice just now, but the maintenance of the equipment still needs to be done by yourself.

The Kabbalah priest didn't have any equipment that needed maintenance. He leaned on his staff and stood beside the altar, staring in the direction of the raiding army's main tent, silently meditating and frowning.

(How could a mere baron cause so much trouble? What does this mage mean? Why did the baron find such a scheming person?)

He thought about it and felt a little headache.

(Alas! I am a summoner, why was I sent to preside over a temple? I am really not good at these things! Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what are you thinking? Why did you issue that oracle?)

Sui Xiong naturally knew that the oracle he issued casually at the beginning made Kabala, who was a bit of a otaku, complain bitterly, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with him. This kid is lucky. It is a waste of talent to stay at home instead of working outside.

As for whether Kabala is happy or not, he doesn't care. Good iron is made into steel after repeated tempering, and a heavy hammer is needed to make a loud drum. Kabala will understand his painstaking efforts in the future.

At present, the important thing is to study the strange goblin chief.

The sacrifice he collected was lying quietly in an open space in the kingdom of God. Sui Xiong looked at it, raised his tentacles and pointed, and a ray of light fell. The body of the goblin chief trembled violently, and the missing flesh and blood quickly grew back, and the life breath that had passed away also reappeared on its body.

After a while, it opened its eyes and looked around blankly at the scene it had never seen before.

A green, round thing with many drooping branches, which it didn't know what it was, floated over and looked at it with a look that made it very uneasy.

"It's resurrected well. Fortunately, I just collected its soul." Sui Xiong said with satisfaction, "The next step is to try to analyze its strange innate ability through experiments and finally transform it into a spell."

This sentence determined the fate of the goblin chief for a period of time in the future. It would be a dark and miserable time.

But... who said it was a completely evil creature? If it was even a little bit kind, the situation would be completely different.

If it could know all this, it would probably sigh, "In the next life, I must be a good person!"