"I used soul detection to check it. It is filled with violent storm elemental elves. It should be from the storm giant family. Unfortunately, it is seriously damaged and cannot be used a few times."
Homer's second paragraph made Downton, who thought he had made a fortune and was secretly rejoicing, freeze his smile and fall down from heaven.
"Are you kidding me?" Downton was annoyed.
"Listen to me, the shaman chief priest of each giant tribe can make giant statues with different magical effects. They are collectively called Titan statues." Homer is indeed a big encyclopedia, and his knowledge reserve is staggering.
"This Storm Giant Statue is also called the Power Statue because it contains the huge power of about a hundred giant dragons. Anyone can extract it at any time and bless it to himself."
"If I draw it all at once, wouldn't even the dragon be able to overturn it?" Downton expressed disbelief.
"Of course, the premise is that your body is strong enough to carry these forces and not collapse." Homer poured cold water on him, not wanting Downton to develop the habit of opportunism. "But with the help of these external forces, a magician can never become a real person."
The strong one."
"Hey, use it. This is the best magic accessory that can turn the tide of the battle." Downton's thoughts are not as rigid as Homer's. His pursuit is to make the best use of everything.
Touching the statue, Downton admired it curiously.
The expression on the giant's face is lifelike, and the gesture of shouting is so immersive that one seems to vaguely hear the sound.
"How many more times can it be used?" Downton took out the handkerchief and wiped the stains on it.
"The statue still has about the power of a giant dragon, which is equivalent to the power of fifty trolls. The more you draw each time, the fewer times you use it." After Homer finished speaking, he saw Downton and
Instead of being frustrated, he asked doubtfully, "Why aren't you sorry that it's not a complete accessory?"
"Am I such a person who doesn't know how to be satisfied?" Downton rolled his eyes. Even if he missed the Titan statue, he would not regret it.
Homer was very satisfied with this answer. It could be seen that Downton was a down-to-earth man who was more willing to fight with his hands than to hope for some illusory good luck.
"By the way, with my physical condition, how much power can I carry at one time?" Downton was very cautious and wanted to be fully prepared for future battles.
"It's about the strength of a troll, enough for you to swing and tear the dragon's teeth for ten minutes." Homer projected Downton's cheek on the page and rolled his eyes, "Why do you think I used the troll as a metaphor?
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"Very good, but I really want to enjoy the feeling of being blessed by the power of a giant dragon!" Downton sighed, took a deep breath, and put the Titan statue away, "Waiting for Grandet to deliver the supplies to the entrance of the town,
After the handover, we can return to the dungeon."
The journey was smoother than expected, and Downton felt a lot more relaxed, humming a country tune.
Back at his humble residence, Downton dug out a wooden box from under the bed, opened it, and saw more than a hundred gold coins stored inside. A smile spread across his lips. This was the salary he had saved for more than half a year.
In addition to being a postman, Downton also works part-time and spends two-thirds of his time working every day in order to save enough tuition and living expenses for his sister Elaine.
"I spent more than 200,000 gold coins in less than an hour today. It's such a waste." Downton held a gold coin and sighed.
We should really thank Ballmer. If that guy hadn't fired Downton, he would never have risked going to Crow Ridge, and he wouldn't have entered the Forgotten City.
"Homer, open the war space." Downton sorted out the supplies, took out some potions and magic stones and put them into his backpack to prepare for sudden battles.
A bronze door was projected on the grimoire. It was much smaller because it was indoors. The door opened, and two large bronze hands stretched out and put the wooden box back.
"Give me a shield, a one-handed long sword, and a two-handed heavy sword!"
When leaving the dungeon, Downton picked up a lot of equipment from the weapon shop. Due to the weight, he did not take it with him. Now that he has a horse to travel with, he can solve the problem.
"Since we have the Titan statue, strength is no longer a problem, why not tear the dragon's teeth apart?" Homer selected a weapon of better quality and sent it out.
"A poor boy uses a perfect weapon. Do you think I'm not ostentatious enough?" Downton shook his head, "I don't want to be targeted by greedy people and die because of my crime."
"Let's not talk about whether others can recognize the tearing dragon's teeth. You are so timid and fearful that you are not qualified to be a strong person." Homer sneered, "We don't cause trouble, but we are not afraid of trouble. Who dares to fight?
Your attention will cost him blood."
Downton was stunned and fell silent. Indeed, he worried too much. He was right to be cautious, but if everything was like this, what was the point of living? Men, when they encounter trouble, they should kill it with one knife. In terms of momentum,
Never lose first.
"Tear off the dragon's teeth for me!"
Watching Downton wiping his battle axe, Homer nodded with satisfaction. His mentality was changing and maturing, and he had gained more courage between his brows.
"What to do next?" Homer suggested, "In a small town like this, you can't buy books about potions. Why don't you try to challenge the guardian gate god?"
"Let's talk about it after we enter the dungeon. Now I'm going to leave some money for Duren and Will's families, and go to the blacksmith shop to buy a crossbow."
Downton's plan was clear. He went out and hung the battle ax, shield and one-handed sword on the Black King's saddle.
"Very humane!" Homer still likes this kind of master, who is too cold-blooded and unpleasant.
After learning that their son was dead, the two aunts would be heartbroken. Downton really couldn't open his mouth, so he threw the gems worth more than ten thousand into the yard of the two families and left in a hurry.
The blacksmiths in the town are of average quality, and the crossbows they make are just ordinary goods.
"That's all? The effective range of fifty yards is really not enough!" Downton tried firing six crossbows but was not satisfied.
"It's enough for hunting. If you think the range is too short, you can use a longbow." The blacksmith uncle was very kind.
"Forget it, just take this one, and give me five spare crossbow strings and five hundred serrated arrows." If the blacksmith shop's inventory hadn't been too small, Downton would have wanted to buy it together.
Said, gold coins are not a problem at all.
After doing business worth five hundred gold coins, the blacksmith uncle was very excited and said, "Wait a moment, I'll prepare the goods for you. Barak, come out quickly."
The tinkling sound of iron stopped, and the tauren with a smoky face walked out of the furnace room. His upper body was red and full of muscles, and sweat was rolling down.
"Boss, what's the matter?" The tauren asked honestly, wiping the sweat with his big hand. However, when he saw Downton, his expression changed and he looked away.
The status of orcs in the human empire is really not high. Even third-rate countries like Delankfurt look down on them.
Racial conflicts have been going on for a long time and cannot be explained clearly in just a few words. Barak has spent a lot of time in the human kingdom and knows that if he wants to reduce trouble, he must endure it.
"Why are you working here? Aren't you a businessman?" Downton was very embarrassed. If it weren't for the Titan statue, he wouldn't have ridiculed the tauren.
Barak didn't speak, but the blacksmith uncle interrupted.
"Those goods belong to the tribe, and Barak is only responsible for selling them, but he is tricked by Grandet every time. The money is too little, and it is difficult to explain when I go back, so I seize the time to work and make money."
"Why not find another grocer?" Downton asked puzzledly as he checked the crossbow.
"His goods are all tribal specialties, medicinal herbs, monster blood, ores, animal skins, and animal bones. Except for Grandet, the other grocers have too little capital to eat." The blacksmith uncle sighed, "Mrs. Grandet
It’s a scam, and the price I’m offering is getting lower every time.”
"Can't they be sold separately?" Downton asked, and when he saw the blacksmith uncle shaking his head, he suddenly understood. In fact, no matter who Balak sells to, he will inevitably end up like this. Who made him an orc?
"Go load the goods." The blacksmith urged the tauren. After all, he only kept him because he took a fancy to this cheap labor force.
"Wait a minute, I'll treat you to dinner." Downton wanted to apologize.
"I still have a job." Barak refused, everyone said that the tauren are one-sided, which is really good.
"I bought all your goods." Downton wanted to learn potions, so he should also stock up on some herbs and the blood of various magical beasts that contained magical powers.
As for animal skins and bones, they should be regarded as a favor to apologize.
"Really?" The tauren didn't believe it.
"Do I look like a liar?" Fortunately, Barak didn't nod, otherwise Downton would have been depressed to death, "I'll pay you gold coins in advance!"
The notice board at the door of the Golden Ivory Tavern is still full of reward orders. Rooney the Bear's net worth has not changed, but Tyson the Ogre has increased by three thousand. There is no way, this guy has been very active recently, plundering everywhere, and even
Attacked a small town and killed more than a hundred villagers.
Because he became a magic user, Downton became more interested in these gangsters, so he turned to the wanted poster with the highest bounty.
Suarez, nicknamed Su Ya because he likes cannibalism, is a famous troll leader in the Western Region. He has a powerful group of robbers under his command and has a bounty of 200,000 golden drans.
Downton noticed that Barak's eyes stayed for a long time on the head of the tauren Kita Village, that is, the orc female shaman.
Although ghost honey is delicious, Downton is not so luxurious as to drink it as water. Eating spider meat in the dungeon during this period is simply torturing his taste buds.
"You're welcome, eat with an open stomach."
Red wine foie gras, black pepper lamb chops, spicy lettuce...
The sumptuous meal was served, and after greeting Barak, Downton began to sweep away the ruins. For a poor boy, this meal worth fifty gold coins was something he had never dared to think about before.
"I'm sorry." Downton saw that the tauren was in a good mood and took the opportunity to apologize.
"I know you said that on purpose because you wanted to buy those three antiques." Barak's mouth was filled with oil, but the words he suddenly choked out shocked Downton.
