Now Witte has no time to study this sword carefully, because the heroic spirit does not have much time here.
The two found a stone on the hillside and sat down, facing the ruins of Valyria's capital. Although it was now a dense jungle, the wretched heroic spirit still liked to look at the land that was once his home.
The two talked a lot about the making of the Sky Forge, how big the world is, which continent has rare monsters, and the White Walkers in the north.
After chatting about this world, they recalled their past lives in this world, and they laughed every time they talked about something exciting.
Laget stood behind the two of them, quietly guarding his father.
The bloody Ska Blade held in Nymeria's hand was too heavy. She punched the tip of the sword to the ground and stood nearby with Tyene. The shock that Werther brought to the two women today was too great. The ancestral grave of the underground dragon king.
The powerful corpse, the sudden appearance of the dragon, and the two heroic spirits who are now chatting happily with Witte.
She and Tyene have too many questions that Werther wants to answer, and now they can only wait.
The same was true for Dophas Panymeon, the Volantis consul next to him, but he was not related to Werther. He was thinking rapidly, and his forty-year-old face already showed an old look, sometimes smiling and sometimes sad.
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The wretched heroic spirit's time here is limited, and before he knows it, it's time for him to leave.
The two came to this world one after the other. Although they were five thousand years apart, this belated meeting brought back endless memories for the two of them.
After the wretched heroic spirit leaves, he will never return to this world. He and his descendants have been around for five thousand years, and his era has passed.
With this parting, he will return to the Hall of Valor forever, while Werther remains in this world, and the bonds of his previous life are completely severed. From now on, he will only appear in his memory. This is also the last time the two of them meet.
He slowly stood up, stretched out his hand, looked at Werther and said.
"You are now called Vert Baratheon. Let us create a new era for your family and never see it again."
"Never again." After saying this, Werther stretched out his hand and shook it with his.
Parting is sad, let alone an eternal farewell. A human and a heroic spirit hugged each other and patted each other on the back.
The wretched heroic spirit turned around and looked at the vast jungle. His and Ragget's bodies gradually faded and disappeared.
In the distance, Aoda Weiying regained his consciousness. He raised his dragon head and looked around but found no two heroes. He saw Werther on the hillside, and his huge body, hundreds of meters long, walked towards Werter step by step. It was frightened by its series of attacks.
I don’t dare to fly, and my chin is still swollen.
Vert was still standing where he was, when Nymeria and Tyene came over.
"Witt, are you okay?"
"It's very bad." After recovering his thoughts, Werther felt the pain in his knees and wounds on his body again.
When you are injured by magic artifacts and magic weapons, you can only slowly wait for the magic power near the wound to dissipate. There must be a way to deal with it, but Werther doesn't know it yet.
"Archon Dophas."
"Lord Werther!"
Witte "The man I fought with was Raghot, one of the fourteen Dragon Kings, the ancestor of the Valyrian Empire five thousand years ago. The other wretched man was his father."
After Dophas Pennymyen finished listening, he walked to Werther, knelt down on one knee, lowered his head and looked at Werther's feet.
"I, Dofas of the Panymion family, one of the three current consuls of Volantis City, and the patriarch of the Panymion family, swear on my life and honor to be loyal to Lord Witte on behalf of my family."
The slaves behind him fell to the ground when they saw him kneeling, and the soldiers also knelt down.
Werther looked at him and said nothing for a while. Dofas felt very anxious, looking forward to Werther's reply.
He recently received an official letter from King Robert, the content of which was exactly what Werther had told him before. This represented Werther's right to speak among the forces of the Seven Kingdoms, but these were not enough for him to swear allegiance, only
Treat Witte as an equal and discuss the interests of both parties.
But today he saw the great strength of the dragon and Werther himself, and Werther might kill himself in order to protect these secrets. Now the only way to go is to be loyal. He thought about it and he wouldn't suffer, maybe he might be able to do it in the future
Becoming the only consul of Volantis, if you don’t embrace this super thigh now, you will never have another chance in the future.
The Dawnbreaker in Witte's hand has scorching flame magic on it. He handed the sword to Nymeria, took the Bloody Scar Blade from her hand, held the sword tip with both hands and placed it on Dofas's shoulder.
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"I, Witte of the Baratheon family, the chief military commander of the Seven Kingdoms, Sir Antler Castle, accept the allegiance of your family. Get up."
Boom~~Boom~~
As soon as Dofas got up, there were rhythmic vibrations and muffled sounds from the ground, as well as the sound of trees falling and breaking. Everyone knew that the dragon was coming, but no one dared to move.
A giant dragon several stories high climbed over, lowered its huge dragon head, and sniffed everywhere on the ground near Werther. The hot breath blew out with the dragon's breath, and the temperature here began to heat up.
Witte knew what Odaweying was looking for, and said to it in dragon language, "I found out that one of the heroic spirits was an acquaintance. We had a chat after the truce, and now they have disappeared."
Aoda Weiying turned the dragon's head and looked at Werther with eyes as big as millstones, "Is that the dragonborn who hit me? Since he is someone you know, you have to compensate me."
The huge and low words came out of the dragon's mouth, shaking the hearts of everyone present. They all felt inexplicably shocked. Various legends know that the dragon is powerful and is a powerful magical creature. But
Now the dragon can actually talk!
Although the Dophas Panymeen family is not a dragon king family, there is no record of dragons being able to talk in all the classics he has read. Now that Werther's dragon is a talking dragon, how powerful must it be?
?Hold this thigh and never let go.
Werther: "What should I pay you? I don't think you were hurt much."
Audaweiying couldn't think of anything to ask for. Werther would be unhappy if he asked for more, and he would be beaten again if he called the man over.
Werther and the dragon spoke dragon language, which is High Valyrian. Dophas Panymeon also understood it. He stood up straight and said
"Lord Witte, there are two elephants in my entourage this time. I can give them to Lord Dragon as food compensation."
When Aodaweiying heard about eating, he became energetic. No matter whether the elephants in this world were what he thought, he opened his mouth and said "Four!"
The hot air from the dragon's mouth blew Dofas's hair around, but he was not angry at all. When he saw Werther nodding, he replied with a smile, "No problem, Mr. Dragon, eat two heads first, and I will bring the other two to you later."
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Werther "Do you have a tent in your team? I'm going to rest here for a while."
"My other followers dare not come two miles away. They all bring tents. I will arrange for people to send food to Lord Witte regularly, and also block the port where the ruins of Oros cross the Sea of Smoke."
Dofas used his brain to express himself and thought of all the things that Werther had not thought of.
Werther "Very good, you can start making arrangements now."
Dofas began to arrange for soldiers and slaves to build tents. His tent was also very luxurious, and the furniture was also shipped in trucks.
Werther sat on the stone holding the giant sword, and Tyene also sat on the side and cast magic healing on Werther. Although Werther's magic was stronger, it was her wish and it was up to her.
Witte summons a frost giant
"Nymeria, try the sword in your hand against the frost giant."
She wore full body Valyrian steel armor, so Werther dared to let her try the sword. Werther wanted to know how powerful these legendary weapons could be in the hands of ordinary people.
Nymeria held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and wanted to touch the sword's body, which was shining with magic light, with her other hand.
"Ah!"
The high temperature of the sword burned her fingers through her gauntlet, and she quickly let go of the pain.
Dofas, who was standing next to him, saw Werther and others trying out these magic weapons, and after instructing the soldiers to do their jobs well, he also stood aside and watched.
"Does this sword have a name?" Tyene asked beside her.
"The name of this sword is Dawnbreaker! The name comes from Meridia, a goddess of life force who represents noon and sunshine, sun and magic. She can also be called the Lady of Fire."
"Dawnbreaker!" Nymeria turned her wrist and looked at this exquisite sword and liked it very much.
Nymeria held the sword in both hands and slashed at the frost giant.
The blade of the sword split a hole in the ice giant's body very easily. The high temperature continued to expand the hole, and the ice continued to melt.
Witte took back the ice giant and summoned a purple skeleton.
"Try again, but you have to be careful, it might explode."
After hearing this, Nymeria was very cautious, and instead of chopping, she stabbed, and the sword easily penetrated the skull's head.
Boom~~~
The magic on the Dawnbreaker sword turned into flames, creating a violent explosion that was no less powerful than an exploding fireball.
The skeleton was shattered and returned to the Soul Cairn, and Nymeria's whole body was blown away.
Werther quickly caught her with the hands of the mage and used healing skills to treat her.
Nymeria came back to her senses and threw the Dawnbreaker back to Witte, "I can't use this sword anymore. Only you magicians can use it."
After Witte took the sword, he handed her the Bloody Ska Blade, "Hold it with both hands and wave it hard, and you can emit red sword energy."
Nymeria, Tyene, and Dofas remembered the previous battle of Veidt on the back of the dragon, and the red sword energy that flew out from the dragon's back from time to time. The enemy at that time was using this sword. The Blade of Bloody Ska is also a legendary weapon. The hilt can reach Witte's chest when standing up. It is an out-and-out two-handed giant sword.
And it is not as light as a Valyrian steel weapon. This sword is very heavy. The pure black sword has three segmented spikes. There is a golden magic circuit in the middle of the sword. The whole sword is also rippled with red magic.
Ripple.
Now it was a test of the sword, not a battle. There was no need to think about moves. Nymeria raised the sword with both hands and slashed it down hard. A blood-red sword energy flew out and left a trail across the ground.
Nymeria's body suddenly softened, and she knelt on her knees. She fell down without using her hands to support her body, and lay motionless on the ground.
"This sword is too weird. It seems to have drained all my strength. Now I can't even move my toes." Nymeria muttered while lying on the ground.
"Dofas, come and try too."
Nymeria is in her twenties. Although she is a woman, her physical fitness is relatively top-notch. She is too tired to get up even when she swings a sword. Witte wants to see the effect of using it on ordinary people.
"Thank you Lord Witte."
I am lucky to have seen this unheard of legendary weapon, and it is even more of an honor to be able to try it out now.
Dofas is a pampered slave owner who doesn't know much about martial arts and doesn't exercise much. It takes a lot of effort to lift the sword above his head.
He also slashed downwards heavily. As soon as the red light on the sword lit up, he collapsed to the ground. No sword energy was emitted, and the red light went out.
When Witte saw his appearance, he remembered what the wretched heroic spirit had said. It was just good-looking, not very powerful.
Now I understand that what he said was not very powerful. He was referring to himself, his previous generations of descendants, and dragonborns like Witte. The hot sword body, the flame magic that exploded close to the face, a heavy
A slash can make a strong warrior collapse to the ground from exhaustion. How can ordinary people use this kind of demon weapon!