Dragon Zero

Alice explained her intentions, took the daydreamer from her back and handed it over.

The woman in silk woven empty clothes squatted on a small stool and took the bow: "Oh, it's heavy." She touched the bowstring and looked at the place where the thread was opened: "It's a good bow, this one The strings are specially made and difficult to make. I can’t make them here. Girl, if you are in a hurry, you can only use other bowstrings instead."

"Anything is okay, you can use it." Alice doesn't know much about this, only knows that different bows are matched with different strings and different arrows are used.

The dark-green-haired woman carried Kong to the back of the house. Bing Zhixie saw her long fingers, protruding phalanx, a stomped toe on the heel, and thick nails, which should be a mixture of human race and some other races. The entire Stone Kestrel City is very mixed, and there are many mixed races, which is not unusual.

There was a shooting range behind the courtyard, and the archer took several wooden arrows, copper arrows, and beast-tooth arrows, and tried them one by one with the broken old strings. The first arrow carries thunder, the second arrow blasts through the air, the third arrow drags the flame tail, and the fourth arrow is attached to dust. Each arrow can cause different elements in the air to attach to the arrow.

"Interesting." The archer tried another ten arrows, and shot three rockets and five ice arrows in a row. She put down the bow, shook her arms and said: "When using this bow, what element is in her mind, the arrow will be attached to the element in the surrounding air, and there is no need to use magical guidance. It is indeed like the bow. The lettering is the same as the "daydreamer". Whatever you think. The strength of the attached element is positively related to the strength of the arrow shot. The stronger the bow, the more elements in the air can be absorbed. However, only one element can be absorbed at a time. Not bad, at least within the quality of an intermediate treasure."

Alice followed and listened to her, after listening to her, she probably understood.

The archer went to the messy material room and searched for it. Several different finished bowstrings were grown. He untied the old bowstrings and threw them to Alice, saying: "Let’s put it away. I will find a master who can make this bowstring in the future. Root. Only the original string can exert the strongest power."

"Oh." Alice collected the string, rolled it up and put it in her pocket.

The archer went to the shooting range again to test several new bowstrings. After half an hour, she chose a golden bowstring and said to Alice: "This is the mane and tail hair of a lion's mane mixed with cold-smelted tungsten gold wire. The bowstring made of mountain hemp fiber is the most suitable bowstring for dreamers after I have tried it. I have three of the same strings in stock, and you can buy them all if you want them. To use the full power of this bow, you still need special bowstrings. ."

Alice nodded and said, "Can't you do it here?"

"It takes time to do it." The archer said: "I think you are outsiders, so you won't stay here for a long time. And I only have common materials here, and I need to find someone to order special materials.

Alice took out the arrow-making pamphlet from her pocket and asked, "Could you help me customize the arrows above."

The archer took it over and flipped through two pages and smiled: "Shark King Arrow." She snorted and motioned to the carpenter woman: "Look for her."

The woman in blue did not lift her head and said, "The Shark King Arrows are available here, 100 for 180 gold and 500 for 300 gold."

Alice felt cheated again, and asked timidly, "Are there any other arrows? Which kind of arrow is better?"

"The Shark King Arrow is the best, and there are similar ones. There are also two different grades, the cheapest 3 silver coin and 1 silver coin, and the recycled old arrow 2 silver and 1 silver. Both retail and wholesale are fine."

When Alice was buying arrows to change strings, Ruola and Foz approached a domino fortune teller in front of a small room, and a fruit vendor picked up two baskets of fruits and sold them along the house. Eva bought a green honeydew melon for a few silver coins. This feeling of buying things in a strange area is very strange.

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In the dimly lit tavern, the toast bear was sitting in front of the bar drinking strong alcohol one after another, and his nose was talking to him about the status of the mercenary group: "The iron armor is developing well in the southern part of St. Picea, because of the former army. Fang's background, coupled with the displacement of people caused by natural disasters, his side has expanded to a small size of 400 people, but after hearing the news from the people in the group, Tiekai intends to be the group leader by himself and wants to build a new mercenary. The regiment has not been implemented yet, but the people below all say he has this meaning."

Toast Xiong said: "I don't care about the troubles, you can handle it for me. He wants to leave and stay, I don't care."

After listening to the nose, he drank the wine in the glass in one sip, got up and said, "Then I'm going to play."

The toast Xiong hurried his hands and continued to drink boring wine. At this time, a big guy sat down beside him, and the toast Xiong glanced at him, and said unexpectedly: "Pan, how did you achieve this virtue? It was only a day away."

Pan sat down, thinking that the stool was too small. He looked down and saw the toast bear’s fat **** sitting on a table. He found a table nearby. With his left and right hands, he picked up the few people who were drinking and eating at the table and threw them away, dragging the table. Sit at the bar and call the bartender to serve the wine. He coughed straight after drinking a cup and coughed up bleeding in the cup.

The five men who were thrown out were angry, but saw the two iron tower-like backs stunned again, so they had no choice but to comfort themselves, and found another table to sit down.

"Do you do it?" Toast Xiong asked.

"Ok."

"Who can hurt you like this?"

Pan took another sip of wine and continued to cough: "A moldy grape, a guy with a bad stomach full of water, hates and arrogant!"

Toast Xiong was surprised: "Who makes you so angry?"

"Drink first, don't talk about him."

You have a glass and I have a glass, and I have already done more than 20 glasses of brewing in a while. The Tusi Xiong looked at him covered in white bandages, with blood underneath him, wondering who could hurt him like this in this place.

"You don't have to guess." Pan Yang drew out the glass of wine, put down the glass and said: "Nightmare Alonso."

Toast Xiong's pupils were shocked and stunned.

The voices of people drinking around were a little quieter, and it seemed that the name he had just said was heard at the nearby tables. Someone in the tavern recognized him as Pyle Pan. His appearance was too easy to recognize. The iron-backed tiger was very tall and he was a Thakurman. It would be difficult to recognize him. If someone else utters the name "Nightmare Alonso", it is only a bragging joke, but it is from Pyle Pan's mouth that it is hard to suspect that it is fake. But not many people have heard of this name now, and Alonso has disappeared from the world for a long time.

The noise of the tavern was still there, and the two nearest tables were chatting quietly while eavesdropping on the two of them. The toast bear does not care whether others hear it or not. The tavern is a place for bragging and chatting. He wondered: "Why did you meet him? No, that guy is in Stone Kestrel City now?"

Pan asked the bartender to bring a glass of whiskey and glanced at the toast bear: "Do you want to see that person?"

"Of course." Tusi Xiong envied: "Nightmare Alonso, one of the world's strongest swordsmen, he has been famous for decades, but I didn't expect to be alive. I thought he would have died long ago."

Pan said: "Not only is he alive, he is also very young, and he looks..."

"What does it look like?"

"Looks like a man between 20 and 70 years old."

Toast Xiong was speechless and said: "Your span is too big, and you are not young at 70."

Pan said, "He looks about 20-50 years old, but...I don't know how to describe it, let's not say it!" Then he drank wine and snatched a plate of cherries from the waitress beside him. The cherries are to be given to another table. The waitress dare not speak more, she can only go back and serve another plate.

Tusi Xiong asked suspiciously: "Pan, are you sure that person is Alonso?"

Pan was unhappy and said: "I don't know if he is, look at my injuries! That guy actually wants me to be his subordinate, he's M, what a joke! I am a descendant of Modo, how can I be someone else Running dog!" He slapped the table with anger, and was so scared that the wine gu in the hand of the bartender almost flew out.

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