"Who?" Roy was startled and reflexively threw the sword in his hand, "Come out!"
Judgment lay quietly on the ground without any movement. Only the howling of the wind could be heard in the night in the small courtyard.
With a gloomy look on his face, Roy carefully moved in front of the judge, looking around and picking up the sword.
As soon as the sword was in hand, the voice cursed: "Little bastard, try throwing me around again..."
Bang, before the voice finished speaking, Roy shuddered and threw the sword out again.
The voice disappeared from his mind again. He stared at the verdict on the ground with his mouth open, and finally confirmed that it was this thing that was talking to him, and was a little dumbfounded for a moment.
Although for more than a year, every time he meditated, Judgment would always appear next to him in the form of a vortex, absorbing the energy of heaven and earth, accompanying him day and night. He had already regarded this mysterious guy with consciousness as Oliver, a Malt-like partner. But he was dreaming
I didn't expect that it could actually communicate with itself using language.
"Weapon spirit!" The word suddenly appeared in Roy's mind. He walked to the sword, squatted down, and poked the sword hilt with his finger: "Hey, is it you who are talking?"
"Little bastard, you're dead..." As his fingers came into contact with the sword hilt, this furious voice quickly appeared in Roy's mind.
"Are you really talking?" Roy said in shock: "Who are you?"
"Who am I?! You have been following me to kill people for more than a year, and you actually ask me who I am?!" The voice was furious: "I will kill you with an axe!"
"Been following you to kill people for more than a year?" Roy was stunned, surprised, and shouted: "You are the dwarf hero who killed the demons on the hill."
"Hmph!" Hearing Roy call himself a hero, although his voice was angrily humming, it was obviously a little proud.
"You, didn't you just leave?" Roy scratched his head with joy: "I saw you disappear."
"Disappear, I was awakening from the seal." The voice was as irritable and irritable as the dwarf, "If you hadn't been too stupid and took more than a year to complete a complete battle, how could I have waited until today?
Only then did I get rid of that damn seal and truly become the weapon spirit of the Ax of Judgment!"
Roy was stunned and surprised again: "Seal? Weapon spirit?"
"Hillbilly boy, have you never heard of Qi Ling?" The voice was very impatient.
"Of course I've heard of it," Roy said.
The so-called tool spirit refers to the conscious soul generated by an originally inanimate object through a special method. Because its body is an object, it is called a tool spirit.
There are many ways for a weapon spirit to be born.
Legend has it that some artifacts will naturally produce artifact spirits when they are first born. This is also one of the most basic standards for evaluating artifacts. Weapons without artifact spirits, no matter how powerful they are, cannot be rated as artifacts.
But the weapon spirit is not unique to artifacts.
In addition to many legendary weapons with seven stars and above having low-level weapon spirits, Roy, who has lived among various races since he was a child, also knows several weapon spirits.
For example, elves will nourish the souls of demonized plants into their weapons through the water of life. Dwarves will find the core essence of a mineral vein to give their weapons soul. And barbarians are even more likely to die.
The traditional secret technique of attaching the souls of loved ones to personal belongings.
Different weapon spirits have different functions.
Take the long bow of the Elf Queen that Roy had seen before. Her Fire Phoenix Bow was not only able to shoot three fire phoenix arrows that destroyed the world, but also greatly increased the Elf Queen's own combat effectiveness.
.When the Elf Queen holds the Fire Phoenix Bow, her combat power is ten times that of normal!
The giant ax in the hand of the dwarf king in the dungeon where Roy was, the "Wheel of Fortune", could summon a steel giant. It was the mount of the dwarf king and his fighting partner. When attacking
Before killing the Iron Giant, no one can even touch a hair of the Dwarf King.
Of course, not all weapon spirits are so terrifying.
Depending on the level of the weapon spirit, its functions will be different.
Some weapon spirits can increase magic power and fighting spirit, and some weapon spirits can be integrated into combat skills to increase attack power or make attacks more unexpected with their own characteristics. However, some low-level weapon spirits of legendary weapons do not have much consciousness themselves.
Their existence is just proof that the weapon itself has reached a certain level.
Although Roy knew about the weapon spirit, he always thought that the weapon spirit of the judgment could at most express some emotions. However, he did not expect that it could communicate directly with him, and the weapon spirit among them was actually the dwarf warrior.
"So you are the spirit of judgment!" Roy said happily.
"Who said I am the weapon spirit of Judgment?" The dwarf said angrily: "Are you deaf? I am the weapon spirit of Judgment Axe, not the weapon spirit of Judgment."
The Ax of Judgment? Roy's face twitched. The Judgment he was holding now was in the form of a sword.
Sensing Roy's thoughts, the dwarf said impatiently: "Idiot, there is not just one weapon spirit of Judgment. In addition to me, there is also the Bow of Judgment, the Spear of Judgment, the Staff of Judgment, the Judgment... By the way, the Judgment Spirit
The weapon spirit of the sword is the guy you saw with holes all over his body just now. Once you remove his seal, he will be able to talk to you."
"You mean, I learned his swordsmanship?" Roy was startled. The human warrior's swordsmanship was unpredictable, and without enough fighting spirit support, it was impossible to learn it.
"You can learn as much swordsmanship as you want. However, breaking the seal is not about swordsmanship, but about being beaten." The dwarf said: "When you reach the end one day, you will only have a hundred more holes in your body than him. You
This will remove his seal."
Roy swallowed hard.
Not to mention the dwarf who fights with thousands of demons, the human knight covered in wounds is also a madman. I don’t know what the Bow of Judgment, the Spear of Judgment, the Staff of Judgment, the Dagger of Judgment, the Knife of Judgment, the Judgment
What kind of people are these guys from the Shield?
It's probably not normal either.
"Aren't you native weapon spirits?" Roy asked.
In fact, there is no need to ask this question at all. There is no weapon spirit that can take the form of a dwarf or a human, let alone fight against demons.
Roy was certain that these weapon spirits were all characters before humans came to the Redemption Continent. For some reason, their souls were sealed in the Judgment and survived in the form of weapon spirits.
Sure enough, the dwarf said angrily: "Of course not! Have you ever seen a native weapon spirit as powerful and hot-tempered as I am?"
"No, no, I'm just asking casually." Roy rolled his eyes and said, "What's going on with the seal? And what should I call you? You've been my idol for more than a year."
Dwarves have bad tempers, straightforward personalities, are superstitious, can't control their mouths, like to drink, love to fight, and prefer to be complimented... Roy knows these things very well. At the age of six, he was able to control everyone in the entire dwarf city.
With a dwarf coaxing him into a red face, he has a whole set of skills to deal with these guys.
Sure enough, when he heard that he was Roy's idol, the dwarf was a little proud, and his tone became a little kinder. He hesitated and said: "You can't say the seal, but the name... just call me Ax Spirit."
"How can that be done!" Roy said flatly: "For such a great hero like you, it would be a shame for me if I didn't even know your name."
"This..." the dwarf was a little embarrassed: "I can't say it. We all agreed at the beginning that whoever lifts the seal first can't say his or her name. We have to get together and figure things out before we say anything."
"Why can't you even say your name?" Roy began to irritate: "For a great hero like you, how can it be that your name is so shameless?"
"This... this..." The dwarf hesitated for a long time, then lost his temper: "Damn it, if you can't say it, you just can't say it. It has nothing to do with whether you meet people or not. It's all because you, a little bastard, are too weak. Otherwise, I will follow you.
It doesn’t matter what I said.”
This blow hit Roy right in the middle of his life.
The big head grinned and was choked to the point of being speechless. There was a curse in his heart.
"Compared to a pervert like you, my strength is just one or two points behind, uh, seven or eight points, but compared to Luke and his gang, I'm pretty powerful!"
After regaining his confidence in the poor students, Roy thought for a while, became a little unwilling, and began to circle around: "My strength was even worse before. But look, I have learned your ax technique now, and I can lift it."
The seal is not. With your ax skills, who dares to say that I am weak?"
The big head knows that the dwarf always has a good face. He has tied himself to his ax skills, so he is embarrassed to say that his strength is low.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the words came out, the dwarf suddenly roared, and his brain almost exploded: "Fuck you, you call it learning. The three-legged cat gesture. How dare you just copy the drawing?"
Talk about learning?"
Roy was speechless.
The dwarf got more and more angry as he talked: "Do you know the name of my ax technique? Thunder God Ax Technique! Ten levels of power! You little bastard can't even be considered the first level of entry! Dou Qi is not even the most basic battle ring.
None, you have the nerve to brag! I’m telling you, from today on, you will give me special training from hell, otherwise I can’t afford to shame that person!”
"Special training from hell?!" Roy was dumbfounded.
"That's right, boy!" The dwarf gritted his teeth and hummed in his nose.
"Why should I listen to you!" Roy is stubborn by nature. If he says that he wants to go west, he subconsciously yells.
"Boy, do you still want to be a knight?" The dwarf sneered: "Do you still want to take revenge? Do you want to miss your beautiful princess? Do you want to have the strength to protect the people around you from being bullied?"
Roy stopped chewing.
Every word of the dwarf hit the deepest part of his heart.
For more than a year, the reason why he practiced day and night was because he could never forget the painful and helpless feeling when he faced Alex when Tom died, but could only run away and jump off the cliff.
.
"Speaking of pain, boy." The dwarf said: "I know everything about you. However, if you want to take revenge, you are still far away! Don't think that you can become powerful by buying some bullshit mental skills. Give me that thing
I don’t even want to wipe my butt!”
"Is a five-star skill inferior to a one-star skill?" Roy said unconvinced.
"What a mess of one star and five stars." The dwarf yelled angrily: "The skills are only suitable and inappropriate! Every kind of martial arts requires different skills. But the foundation is the same. The principles are the basic skills.
Law! Do you understand, idiot!"
"Basic skills?" Roy was stunned. This was the first time he had heard of this fighting spirit concept.
"I really don't know what nonsense you are learning now," the dwarf said angrily, "Haven't you heard that old saying?"
"What old saying?" Roy asked.
"It's difficult to move around the world without reason," the dwarf said decisively: "The fist must be big, and the reason must be big!"