"Seeking the Heart-Snatcher Yadonis. He escaped from us outside the town of Poplar. A few days ago we finally bit him, but he was brought here by him, awakening the son of the Rock. I heard that the Watchmen were making every effort to defend. Mr. George came so far, so he must have a task."
"Well, there's a small task." Major led it over in a vague way. "So where has Yadunis been?"
"He slipped away again!" Ummel said fiercely. "The Heart-Striker is too cunning. I haven't seen him these days, and his strength has suddenly increased a little."
Archil nodded. "Thank you again, Mr. George, we still have something important to do, so we can't talk about it. In the future, when you arrive at the Silver Tower, remember to come to me."
"must."
Achiel hesitated for a moment and said, "There is a news, or you watchmen already know it, but just in case, I should tell you. During the process of tracking Yadunis, we have obtained a piece of information that is unknown to the truth: the Dark King has mastered the method of cracking the prophetic slab."
"Thank you. We already know this news." Major said quietly.
"It's best." Archil breathed a sigh of relief. "So goodbye, Mr. George."
He shook hands with Major and the group left the smelting ground.
Major swept through the smelting ground and found no treasures abandoned by the dwarf. He also walked out of the dwarf's underground palace with hatred.
Summoned the fire dragon and flew back to the Watching Fortress.
...
"You killed the son of the Rock?" Elder Malwin looked at Major in disbelief, like looking at a monster with three heads and six arms.
"Is this strange?" Major sat comfortably on the sofa, clenching his feet.
"It's not only strange, it's simply a fantasy. To be honest, if you can see the Son of Rock and come back alive, you are already the lucky one favored by the Creator God."
"That's so strange that you're rare!" Major said carelessly.
"Note your words! Young man." Elder Malwin blew his beard.
"I'm telling the truth. As for whether I killed it, there is a soul preservation bottle as evidence. You can tell it after a try."
Malwin picked up the soul freshener on the table, hesitated for a moment, and recited a strange spell.
With a bang, a dazzling light and a strong shock wave burst out from the soul fresh-keeping bottle, almost knocking Marwin to the end. The books in the room were bounced into the air by the shock wave and scattered all over the ground.
"It is the soul essence of rock creatures in the dwarf's palace." said Marwin. "But it is five times stronger than the rock giant, and not ten times more."
"I've told you a long time ago." After picking up his left foot, Major continued to pick his right foot. "Can you use it?"
"Of course! With such a strong soul essence, the life source ball I refined can allow the steel golem to exert its super strength." He carefully put away the soul fresh-keeping bottle.
"You have gained my most sincere friendship." Malwin changed into a smiling face.
"What else?" Major asked without raising his head.
"What else?" Malwin pretended to be stupid.
"You are the second elder of the Watcher Fortress, with a high position and a powerful position. What is your sincere friendship worth?"
"Utilitarian!" Malwin glared. "You young people should not be so short-sighted. Utilitarianism is the reason for the depravity of this world!"
"It's true." Mei Jie was heartbroken. "Take the soul fresh-keeping box."
"What are you doing?"
"I want to return the soul essence of the Son of Rock back to the earth. Utilitarianism made me kill the Son of Rock. This is my way of atonement. Don't stop me!"
Malwin was stunned for a moment and suddenly laughed. "Young man, you look very similar to me, and you are both good at joking. Luke, you go out first."
He stopped the pen in his hand and walked out of the door without saying a word.
"I've prepared it for you a long time ago." Marwin said mysteriously. He looked around sneakily, turned around and walked to the bookshelf, flipped through it for a while, and pulled a book.
The bookshelf opened to both sides, revealing a secret room.
"Come in." He waved to Major.
Major suddenly felt a little scared. Your sister, isn’t this old guy going to mess with the kid? His anus tightened in an instant.
"Why are you still standing there? I'll show you something." Malwin urged.
Major protected the chrysanthemum with both hands and walked into the secret room.
Malwin opened a small carved box, took out a mitril cylinder, unscrewed it, pulled out a roll of silk, unfolded it, revealing a yellowed scroll.
"Skill Scroll?" Major breathed a sigh of relief and let go of his hand.
"Not bad." Marwin's eyes lit up. "This is a skill book written by Master Amaroel, and there is only one in the world. It's priceless, do you want it?"
"It depends on what skill it is." Major said casually. When he heard the six words "Master Amarool", his heart was half cold. He cursed Marwin in his heart, and he seemed loyal and honest, but he was actually a cunning old fox. It is true that he lacked advanced skills. The problem is that Amarool is a master of Yuanli who has reached the realm of Yuanli form. His handwritten skill book can only be learned by people at the third level of Yuanli quality.
Malwin's move is called hanging on his ankle, and he is coaxing ghosts!
Sure enough, Marwin pretended to be reserved and said: "This is the skill that Yuanli Messenger all over the world dreams of - integration."
Major took it over and took a look.
Comprehensively - open your mind, so that the user can fully and thoroughly understand a skill that does not exceed the third level of the qualitative qualitative qualitative, and immediately reach the highest level of skill requirements - the gospel of apprentices and the nightmare of mentors.
"How about it, am I generous enough?" Malwin took the scroll from Major again. "This scroll is yours. But I'll remind you, you are a smart person and know that you must use it on advanced skills. I see that you just touched the edge of Yuanli, and you definitely don't have any advanced skills. Why not keep it for you first, and it's not too late to use this scroll when you get a skill worth trying in the future." He said amiable, and wanted to stuff the scroll back into the Misilver tube.
"Slow down!" Major stopped him. "How do you know I don't have advanced skills?"
"Stop funny. Absolute high temperature and absolute shock are good skills, but they can only reach the third level of Yuanli mastery."
"Who told you I'm going to use it on them?" Major curled his lips and took out the "Menroe Boxing" from his backpack.
"Look, is this considered an advanced skill?"
Malwin widened his eyes. "Monroe Boxing? Monroe of the Sword Saint Family?"
"You have some knowledge."
Malwin ignored Major's sarcasm, snatched the "Monroe Fist" and looked through it carefully. He muttered: "I only saw "Monroe Sword Technique" once. I heard of Monroe's boxing, but I didn't expect it to be true. The Monroe's sword technique is a unique style, which is very different from other sword techniques. It has little demands on Yuanli itself, but it has extremely high physical talent. When I was young, I had seen a duel between the Mingguang Sword Saint Clermont Monroe and the violent sword Saint Tiger Man Isaac Litto... "
Marwin raised his head as if recalling the scene.
"As soon as the two fought, in an instant, the sound of metal collisions from Dangdang Dangdang was heard endlessly. Claremont was like a butterfly wearing a flower, passing through the afterimage brought by the cold executioner of Isaac's legendary giant sword. Isaac was wearing heavy armor, while Claremont only wore a light armor. As long as Isaac was touched by a cold executioner, he would be either dead or seriously injured immediately. His movements were clear and fast. You could see his moves, but he would never have thought that he could do such a move. He was like he could predict Isaac's movements. Every time Isaac made a move, Claremont had already counterattacked."
"A minute later, Isaac suddenly threw his sword and admitted defeat. He saw that the armor on his body was covered with scratches left by Claremont's long sword. Claremont was unscathed. The two left side by side. There was no news about them again. I don't know where the two legendary sword saints went and what they did."
Major was fascinated by his hearing. But when he heard it at the end, he couldn't help but smile. How could the innocent Elder Malwen think of the two heroes sympathizing with each other and going to the paradise to stir up the foundation together?
"So, "Monroe Boxing" is worthy of your "Understanding and Encryption"?" asked Major.
"It's worthy, it's totally worthy." Marwin woke up from a dream. "How did you get this boxing technique? I heard that the sword technique of the Monroe family has never been published."
Major briefly explained his experience of obtaining "Monroe Boxing".
Malwin nodded and handed over the scroll of "Integration" to Major.
"You are also worthy of these two skills. They are all for you and are also the luck of the Watcher." He patted Major on the shoulder.
Major opened the scroll and silently recited the mantra.
A whisper like nothingness was generated in my mind, and then turned into an invisible escape network, lying in my mind.
Each one comes from the depths of memory, instinct, subconsciousness... all the cognition and memory of boxing have been caught off the Internet.
It turned into a tornado, spinning like a blender, stirring Major's brain.
His eyes turned dark and he fainted.
When he woke up, he was already in a strange environment. It was like a girl's boudoir, and the fragrance came from his nose. He found himself lying on a soft feather bed.
Ellie bent down next to her and tinkered with something. Her round buttocks were sticking out high, her tight leather pants perfectly outlined the shape of two peaches, and her slender and sturdy thighs were equally attractive.
Major's chest heated up and his feathers were lifted up in a tent.