"Damn it! This is an advanced magic pattern arrow!" The wasteland warrior couldn't believe his eyes!
The audience outside the venue were all ordinary people, so they naturally saw the extraordinary qualities of Angel's little arrow, and they all commented: "This guy is too reckless about the cost. The weapon has not been upgraded, but the ammunition has been upgraded!
This is unreasonable!”
"Which alchemist's work is it that has time to refine so many advanced ammunition? Is it made by Master Promi?"
"No, Master Prome takes the path of blending. This is the path of enchantment. We still haven't had an alchemist who takes the enchantment path for a long time in the Savage Cave."
"Is he a new alchemist?"
"No matter who it is...this alchemist is too idle..."
As these words were muttered, the hearts of everyone in the audience suddenly changed.
A newly minted alchemist.
A very idle alchemist.
A new alchemist who is free enough to make so many advanced ammunition for a first-level apprentice!
In normal times, alchemists are too busy to see anyone. They have to line up to buy every time they ship. Just think about Promi Alchemy Store. People line up at the door every day, but Promi stays in his laboratory all year round.
, I rarely go to the alchemy shop. But even so, it can't dampen the enthusiasm of customers.
In short, there is a real shortage of alchemists!
If you can contact the alchemists who refine these ammunition and make weapons for yourself, then why bother asking others.
——Especially, the recent news brought by the Frost Moon Alliance is that there is an alchemy weapon nearby, so there are more places to operate!
The audience has a lot of emotions, but they don't show it. It's okay for everyone to know this kind of little thinking. Can you tell other fools to wake up?
No matter what, Angel's name is remembered by this group of people.
"Targeted by so many small arrows with magic patterns, Mundo looks dangerous!"
Mundo is the real name of the Wasteland Warrior. He doesn't cover his face like Angel, so many people know him.
"If you want to pretend, you can only say that you asked for it."
The audience's discussion has already happened after Mondo was hit by the arrow, so let's go back to a few seconds ago.
Angel almost hit a position with one arrow, blocking all directions of Mundo.
Mundo was filled with annoyance and had no choice but to dodge away. Even above his head, there were two small arrows shining with sharp magic patterns coming towards him.
Seeing that no matter which direction he hid, he would be injured. He could only choose the position where he would be least injured and forcefully change his movements.
He turned sideways and arched his left leg. The blood of the Earth Fire Salamander was running wildly, and his body's defenses were wide open. Earthy yellow and fiery red magic armor was added to his body.
Two small arrows with armor-piercing magic patterns brushed past his left arm and left leg, and his right leg was completely frozen by the small arrows with frost magic patterns.
In an instant, the fighting situation between the two changed drastically. There was no doubt that Mundo's defeat was decided.
Mondo, who was half-kneeling on the ground, felt his head was hot and his face was burning. Being injured was only secondary. As an apprentice of the blood side, his ability to recover was far superior to others. What he was ashamed of was the bold words he had released earlier, which were all evidence of a slap in the face.
!
If he plays normally and does not give the opponent time to calculate the landing point, he can rely on his position to block even small arrows with magic patterns. But when he wants to show off, he gives the opponent a chance to really slap him in the face.
.
If I had known earlier! He would have stopped talking nonsense... He wanted to cry but had no tears.
Mundo wished that there was a crack in the ground right in front of him for him to drill into. It was so embarrassing.
He even felt that after today's game, other members of the team were laughing at him... Moreover, the war horn was also in the audience. Mondo glanced at the position of his teammates with his peripheral vision, and found the war horn at this time.
He was covering his face and pretending not to recognize him. Seeing this scene, his heart hurt even more.
Angel stretched out his hand and exposed the wrist crossbow from under his robe for the first time.
The exquisite mechanical alchemy made everyone present take a deep breath.
"What an exquisite weapon! The alchemist who refined this work is truly extraordinary!"
"Newcomers are monsters!"
Of course, Angel didn't reveal his mechanical wrist crossbow just to show off. He just pointed the mechanical wrist crossbow at Mondo, and a magic pattern spread out from the strap under the wrist crossbow. The meaning of deterrence was very obvious.
"There are also advanced ammunition!" the audience outside the venue exclaimed. Although it seems that there is not much left, this alchemist is really too idle!
Mundo also saw Angel's actions, so he naturally understood what he meant.
Mundo took a deep breath and said, "Thank you for not killing me. I admit defeat."
The information card was thrown out by Mondo.
competition is over!
…
Angel was watched by countless people all the way back from the contestant tunnel backstage. Envy was mixed with greed, and more importantly, he was searching.
As soon as I arrived backstage, there were players surrounding me.
Angel thought they were trying to make trouble for him, but what he didn't expect was that the attitude of the players who gathered around them all seemed pretty good. After listening carefully, he discovered that they were all alchemists secretly trying to make a mechanical crossbow.
.
Only then did Angel realize somewhat clearly that the status of alchemists in the Savage Cave seemed to be really high.
However, as a cold Milk Baron, how could Angel pay attention to these people? He snorted coldly and sneered, then drifted away in the eyes of everyone.
"You ungrateful brat." A black player who had just shyly approached him cursed, and then approached a woman in black in the player area: "Selena, you have a competition with that boy this afternoon, please help me.
Brother is angry."
Selina glanced at her brother beside her with an expressionless expression.
"oh."
"Oh what?"
"I know." Selena still replied simply, her expression unwavering.
A fat man holding a big sword put his hand on the black contestant's shoulder: "Dupont, it's really hard to imagine that you and Selena were born to the same mother. A talkative person and a paralyzed face really don't go together."
Dupont let out a long sigh: "I also suspect that she is not my sister. I really hope to have a soft and cute sister."
Angel did not stay backstage, but went straight through the contestant area and took the ropeway from the contestant-only passage. Thanks to him taking the ropeway, he avoided the trouble of being surrounded by people questioning the manufacturer of the arm crossbow.
After returning home, Angel concentrated on meditating.
On the other side, after the match between Milk Baron and the Wasteland Warriors came to an end, there was an inexplicable undercurrent in the underground market. Someone was quietly spreading rumors about a mysterious alchemist.
This rumor is like an ink drop falling into clear water. It spreads faster and faster, and drops more and more. In a short period of time, the clear water turns into muddy water. In time, it will become a new dye vat.
Even David, who has always been immersed in alchemy, heard the news.
He didn't open until three o'clock in the morning today. As usual, he saw a crowd lining up outside the store when he opened the door. However, what surprised David was that there were fewer people queuing up today than before.
David said the same words to the people in line as always.
"Master Promi didn't come today. The new goods will have to wait for a few days. Please come back next time."
In the past, after David said these words, most of the people in the queue would disperse politely, but today some people showed dissatisfied expressions.
"If we find that alchemy master, who will come to your place? He hasn't produced new alchemy weapons for two consecutive months, and he treats us like monkeys and waits here every day..."
This man's words were like opening a torrent box. Many people echoed his words.
Most of the people in line had higher cultivation levels than David, but he didn't dare to talk back, so he could only apologize to them with a smile and respectfully send them away.
After everyone left, David muttered silently: Judging from their tone, could it be that a new alchemist master has been promoted?
David didn't pay attention, closed the shop door and continued to study the third generation of his spiral aircraft.
At noon, David received a summons from Master Prome, asking David to go to his house to pick up the goods.
"Hey, will Master Promi ship the goods today? If I had known earlier, I would have told the people in line, and I wouldn't have been scolded just now." David sighed slightly in his heart, then put down the work in his hands and hurriedly hired
Several workers walked towards Master Prome's residence.
Master Promi lives in the 8th Apprentice Town, but he does not live in the town. Instead, he opened a huge cave in the forest near the outside of the town for his daily practice and alchemy experiments.
In the past, when David came over, Master Prome was immersed in alchemical experiments and never paid attention to him.
To be continued...