In the dream, the wail of the hellfire phoenix spread from far to near like a box of sewing needles in my mind, causing me great pain. In the dream, I heard the familiar and old voice again: "Pick up the sword,
Hummo, pick him up, we will be unstoppable, and you will be unstoppable." Mordred's sword appeared in front of me after the words ended.
I obviously left it at Hurley's house, no, this was a dream.
But Laura's voice came next: "Henmo, you killed my father, it was you." I knelt on the ground in pain, feeling extremely guilty. Kill yourself. If this is a dream, then let me hurry up.
I woke up. Thinking of this, I suddenly pulled out the sword of Mordred in front of me and prepared to insert it into my chest. Just when I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, a pair of hands suddenly pulled me out of the darkness from behind.
With a "clunk" sound, I touched my sore nose, sat up, opened my eyes and looked for a long time before realizing that I was now sitting on the ground of the new house in Eldo Village.
"Hey, this was a good dream, I almost returned to the embrace of God." A familiar voice sounded. You didn't need to ask to know that the one who was gloating at this time must be the bald old man.
Gaines lay down next to me, looked up at me, and said, "Baby, your dream is quite exciting."
Just woke up from the nightmare, I said feebly: "Thank you, old guy."
Gaines hummed with satisfaction, and then whispered: "Say, little brat, without me this time, you would really be trapped in the devil's whisper."
The devil whispers? Didn't this happen a long time ago? I felt strange: "Ancestor, what do you mean? The Hellfire Phoenix is now sealed by Dale Hurley, and I don't take the Mordred Sword with me. Where did it come from?
The Devil’s Whisper??”
Gaines looked at the ceiling and thought for a while, then said: "I think it should be that you have used the power of Mordred's Sword and Hellfire Phoenix many times, allowing their elemental power to flow and circulate in your body, and finally in
What is left in your body is part of their power, in other words, now you have become a part of them."
"..." I am speechless. My head is swollen and my nose is sore, but I feel that it is getting more and more mysterious.
Seeing that I didn't believe it, Gaines asked me a question that I had always ignored: "Baby, haven't you ever wondered how I came out this time?"
"You? Can't you always come out?" I said angrily, rubbing my nose.
"Hey, how could I have such a stupid descendant like you?" Gaines sat up angrily: "From the moment I was sealed into your body by the Sword of Mordred, I can only accept your summons to appear.
, because in a sense, you are my cage, and I have always been trapped in your body by your original power. But this time, I found that your own original power has been so weak that it is almost extinct, which troubles me.
Now that the cage is gone, I can't just disappear and appear in your body at will. I can also spy on your dreams and save your life by the way."
I clenched my fist and shook it in front of my eyes. Although I didn’t quite understand Gaines’ theory, I roughly understood the dire situation at hand. Gaines continued: “Henmo, you can’t seal anything in your body now.
Power, because your original power has been gradually eroded by the Hellfire Phoenix and the Sword of Mordred. Unless you learn to turn these two powers into your own abilities, it can be said that this is your only choice at the moment."
Gaines paused and said in a low tone: "Henmo, what you saw in your dream just now are not illusions. Those are the embodiment of the power of the Hellfire Phoenix and Mordred's Sword in your body."
"Really, here we go again, since they are in my body, isn't this a good thing?!" Too lazy to think, I closed my eyes and leaned against the bed.
Gaines might have wanted to say something, but he didn't say any more, just snapped his fingers and disappeared.
Dong-dong-dong, there was a knock on the door. I stood up and opened the door. There were two people following Sibal, carrying a large iron box. I quickly let them in. After putting the box down, Sibal took the two people away.
Taking the oil lamp to the box, I felt strange looking at such a big box.
Sibal opened the box and said, "Mr. Henmo, this box has been passed down from our family. It was made by my ancestors from the ore of Metmont Mountain. I am exhausted." Sibal took a few breaths.
Angry, he started to fumble around to unlock the door.
I squatted down next to Sibal curiously and listened to him tell me about the box.
This iron box is where the blacksmiths of Metmont Mountain store their tools, works and other materials and other treasures. Every famous blacksmith at the foot of Metmont Mountain has a box like this, and there are patterns carved by himself on the side of the box.
In order to prevent the box from being damaged when it is passed down to future generations, each blacksmith will smelt a layer of other corrosion-resistant metal and pour it on the box before he dies. This can not only effectively prevent corrosion over time, but also protect the contents of the box.
This box in Sibal Albroath's house is made entirely of silver-like metal, but a row of hinges are delicately made at the joints. This makes me admire the ingenious craftsmanship of his ancestors.
It seemed that it would take a while for Sibal to open the box. I looked around the box. The box was uneven. When I looked closer, I seemed to be able to see carved human heads. Even in the sun, it was not necessarily the case.
It can be seen, not to mention that it is night now and we only have oil lamps. If you don't look carefully, it is really easy to miss it. After Sibal moved aside, I found a carbon block, pounded it into fine carbon powder, mixed it with water and stirred it.
Apply evenly on the box, then take a piece of paper and lightly cover the front of the box, blow it back and forth with your mouth for a long time, and basically remove the engraving on the box. Use the same method to cover all the top, bottom, left and right sides of the box.
I cut it out, spread it out on the table, and looked at it carefully. The top of the box was a messy pattern of metal holes. Although the engravings around it were no longer clear, I could still make out the outline. After combining them back and forth, I could see a very long pattern.
The engraving shows a powerful man wielding a hammer and beating some weapon. There are thirteen people standing in front of him. The leader is wearing a crown, followed by twelve followers.
At this time, Sibal also came over. After watching for a while, he counted the number of people above and said strangely: "This seems to be a story about my ancestors making weapons and armor for King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table."
I followed Sibal's instructions and looked carefully. Indeed, King Arthur and the other eleven people were all holding swords. Only the curly-haired knight beside King Arthur did not have a weapon in his hand. Although he could not see his face clearly, this person was still revealed in the painting.
The desire for the weapons being forged in the hands of the blacksmith.
"Wait a minute, this weapon." Sibal's face was almost pressed against the paper.
"What happened to this weapon?"
"Look, how come the sword that my ancestor is forging looks so much like the sword you held before?"
Sibal's words flashed across my mind like a meteor. I quickly took the painting over and looked at it carefully. While looking at it, I asked: "Sibal, are you sure?"
He patted his head proudly and said proudly: "Of course, Mr. Henmo, our Ebros family has inherited these iron weapons, armors, etc. at a glance! Once you have seen it, you will never forget it! Listen to me
My father said that when my ancestors made weapons, armor, and staffs, they didn’t need to draw sketches, they were done in one go, with every detail.”