But now, Euphilia frowned.
Damn it, could it be that I was the one who was so high-spirited in the first place?
Long Ma also started to sweat profusely for a while.
Her competitive spirit did not allow her to lose to the bastard who stole her daughter, but she seemed to have no gift that could match the big bow in her daughter's hand.
Oh, it can’t be said that there is no such thing. The entire Jörmungandr family can be given to the daughter directly, which can be regarded as almost the same value, but the daughter does not want the family property.
This is truly outrageous. Where did Adam get such a terrifying weapon?
Euphilia couldn't understand.
And Mavis next to her opened her eyes wide. She looked at the big bow in the eldest lady's hand, and the instinct of the dragon witch was warning her wildly, telling her to stay away and run, that thing is too fierce.
No, I can't afford to offend you.
Fortunately, they didn't need to take the initiative to ask. Someone among the little witches on the side had already asked their doubts first.
"Let me go, what a handsome big bow. Sister, where did you get the new toy?"
Alice asked curiously with bright eyes.
The little witch is outspoken and asks whatever she wants. With her little strength, she has no idea how fierce this bow is. She just thinks this bow is so handsome and powerful, and she wants to make one of the same style.
"Hehe, it's been passed down from our ancestors. Adam just passed it to me a few days ago. This is the inherited weapon of the brave."
Naturally, the Fairy King proudly showed off to her friends, but she was not as low-key as me.
In response to this, Dorothy in her consciousness covered her face in shame, but there was nothing to stop her.
Although she didn't know where she inherited the Fairy King's thick skin, but she had to admit that she had this desire to show off. In fact, she also had it, but she was really embarrassed to show it. Now she would show off with the help of the Fairy King's thick skin.
She also felt a little happy.
Well, maybe this is what is called boring.
"Legacy of the Brave? Well, is Uncle Adam so powerful?"
Senior Mia on the side was a little surprised. She also knew a little about the so-called brave. It is the strongest profession among mortals. The braves of all generations are comparable to the Great Witch. Some of the outstanding braves are even comparable to the Peak Witch. They are
A well-deserved human hero, but unfortunately there are too few of them. There may not be one among billions of mortals. The probability is even lower than that of the original witch.
And when it comes to where the legacy of the brave comes from, this is still a mystery. No one can figure it out. All we know is that every few decades or hundreds of years, some legends of the brave will emerge.
Anyway, many witches are interested in the Legend of the Brave. After all, witches also have human hearts, and human hearts long for heroes, not to mention that heroes are strong enough that even witches have to admit.
The sisters were all young witches. They were at the age where they longed for heroes. When they heard that the legendary professional inheritance of the brave was right in front of them, their eyes immediately glowed as they looked at the otaku witch and the bow in her hand.
, as if he wanted to touch it and get an autograph.
Forget about Madeleine, the succubus, her eyes are almost watering.
But even Sophilia, who had always been calm, seemed a little emotional at this time, which made Dorothy feel a little funny.
My housekeeper, it turns out that you, a cold goddess, also have the heart of a girl.
Naturally, the Fairy King's carefree character was not stingy. She generously handed the hundreds of shot heads to her sisters so that they could take a good look at them.
It's a pity that this bow spirit doesn't seem to be very willing to do this. Whenever the sisters want to touch it, the dragon and snake patterns on its bow start to show its teeth and claws, as if it is threatening.
Then.....
Then the dragons and snakes suffered a big blow from the Fairy King.
"Who are you trying to scare? Be honest."
So, shooting a hundred heads turned into hanging a hundred heads.
Damn it, I'm trembling with anger. When did this generation of fierce soldiers suffer such injustice? But what else can I do? How can I leave? I can only endure it.
It's just that the little witches are busy here, but the adults have more things to think about now.
"The inheritance of the brave?"
Chapter completed!