"Called Decay?"

The old elf stared at the lifelike black weapon on the drawing, and it took a long time to restrain the heat in his eyes, and said, "I can build this sub-legendary weapon!" ”

"Good!" Charles applauded and laughed, "I've now obtained the essence materials 'Rotten Core' and 'Sacred Spring'. ”

"The Core of Decay? Show me. The old elf said quickly.

As soon as Charr thought about it, the sub-legendary material placed on the top of his backpack appeared in his hand.

This is a deep black crystal, not big, like an eyeball, the old elf looked at the crystal, his face changed slightly, he took a few steps back and suppressed his blood and said agitatedly: "Quick, quickly take it back!" ”

The old elf reacted strangely, as if in fear. Charles was confused, and could only take the material back as he said.

Swish.

As if a force field was withdrawn from the surroundings of the furnace house, the old elf saw sweat on his forehead, and said with a sigh of relief: "Sure enough, it is an evil thing bred by a special evil plane, which is equivalent to the condensation of the evil essence of a plane, and more importantly, it also faintly exudes the aura of a 'rotten' priesthood...... The goblins didn't dare to approach for fear of it. ”

"Fortunately, it is Your Excellency the Guardian, if other people, including the clansmen of the Elven Clan, then this drawing and essence materials come to me, I will definitely close the door and refuse to let this evil weapon come to the world."

The old elf said, and continued to look down at the drawings and said, "The materials are still missing 1 copy of the 'Divine Pulp', 1 copy of the eighth-level ritual scroll, and 3 copies of the Hundred Refining Gloomy Cold Iron. ”

"If the Divine Pulp is concerned, the Secret Lake Valley will have it, but ......," the old elf groaned slightly. It seems to be hesitating whether to say it or not.

"But what?" Charles asked hurriedly.

"Divine pulp is not a rare treasure either. It's a slurry. It can be taken on the Levi Sacred Tree, but the turmoil has just passed, and I haven't seen the new Saint Lady Livra either, it is said that she is a relatively withdrawn blind girl, if you can get her consent, let her help get a cup of the Holy Tree's slurry, so that only the eighth-level ritual scroll and the Hundred Refining Gloomy Cold Iron will remain......" The old elf said.

"Let Livra collect the slurry on the Levi Sacred Tree?" Charles was sure in his mind and skipped the material. Continue to ask: "So, where should I look for the gloomy and cold iron of Bailian?" ”

"I don't know."

Who knew that the old elf shook his head for a while, and said: "The gloomy cold iron is actually smelted from the iron ore produced by the veins on the seabed, and that kind of iron ore is inherently containing ice attributes, and the ocean tribe should collect this ore." ”

"Ice-type ores?" When Xia Er heard this, his face was slightly strange, but he took out a heavy black chain flail, shook it and said, "Master Hai'an, look at this chain flail, can you throw it into the furnace to re-smelt and decompose?" ”

"Huh?"

The old elf took the seven- or eight-pound flail. Stroking the black grip, and looking at the chain hammer covered with sharp steel spikes. He said happily: "The material of this flail is cold iron, and it is the best cold iron...... Well, the amount is enough, and you won't lose much if you return to the furnace. If you can get back a small cup of 'Divine Pulp', there will only be an eighth-level casting ritual scroll left, and I need to use the power of the ritual to suppress the 'Rotten Core' and open the attack. ”

Charr left behind the blueprints and the 'Deep Sea Frost Flails' and left Hai'an. Secluded mountainside.

Swish.

Letting Lori in a black dress giggle with flying magic above her head, Charles said goodbye to Leng Yue and the old elf, and after returning to the Secret Lake Valley, he directly visited the forbidden area of the sacred tree.

Half an hour later, Charles left the exclusion zone, with an extra amber cup in his hand, and inside was a viscous bright red sap.

"Holy Pulp 1/1."

"The final eighth-level casting ritual scroll is a little difficult."

Return to the elven inn under the mother tree and sit in a room full of nature, Charles holding his head in his hands, looking at the clouds in the sky through the window with a circle of flowers and green leaves.

The 'Eighth-level Casting Ritual Scroll' can only be produced by at least a ritual expert, and whoever can achieve this kind of attainment in terms of ritual is also a hero.

Ritual-making is a branch of the scroll category, and skilled spell scroll makers usually learn to make ritual scrolls at the same time, so if you follow this line of thought, if you want to find a level 8 ritual scroll, then you need to pay attention to the caster above the hero rank.

Charles first counts the Hero Rank spellcasters he knows.

First of all, Alyssa is a druid, barely a spellcaster, but I don't know if she hasn't learned the art of scroll making.

If not, the scope can be expanded to the entire Secret Lake Valley, and there are several high-level mages in the elven tribe, and Charles plans to visit the tribe's hidden caravan later.

"Leila, get up!" After thinking about it, Charles looked at the phantom goddess who was sleeping with her head covered on the bed by the window, screamed a few times to no avail, simply lifted the quilt, pulled out a little girl in a white nightdress, and deliberately raised the volume and said: "It's almost night!" Get up! ”

The smaller Phantasmal Goddess opened her eyes in a daze, her light gray pupils glanced at Charles, and then she lay in the crook of his arm and closed her eyes.

Having seen the lethargy and laziness of this little otaku girl since a few days ago, Charles was really not angry at all, just got out of bed and took out the holy emblem, ready to throw out a [Water Creation Technique].

And the phantom goddess shook her ears vigilantly like a cat, and immediately turned over and sat up, staring directly at the priest in front of the bed with indifferent eyes, and did not speak.

Her light gray pupils were pure, like the sky, reflecting Charles' shadow.

That beautiful and refined face had no expression.

"Hey, the Phantom Goddess is actually a sleepy bug, why haven't I heard of it before." Sia flew in through the window and levitated around the bed, making it funny: "No wonder you were framed by Musk and almost died, it's really fateful for a lazy worm like you to survive." ”

As he spoke, Xia changed his words and said slyly, "How about handing over your 'phantom' priesthood to me?" In this way, I will be able to recover to the weak divine power, rest assured, when the time comes, I Xia will be your most solid ally, your shield, anyone who fights your idea will die, and die far away, you can sleep all the time, you can sleep as long as you want, what a wonderful life. ”

Before Leila could respond, Charles laughed angrily, and despite the girl's exclamations, reached out and pulled her down from the air, pressed her to the bed, and rubbed her long flowing blonde hair as if in punishment.

"What for?!" Xia turned from shock to anger, no matter how she said she was also a god, although Charles was the 'guardian', but the two did not run in for long, not to mention that she was still in the [Chaos and Evil] camp, she was really angry at the moment, and her eyes shot a cold light.

"Thea!"

Seeing this, Charles did not flinch, but grabbed a necklace wrapped in golden glow, and shouted: "I am your guardian, and I command you in the name of the gods to get along with Leila in the future, and not to fight her priesthood!" ”

Seeing the token necklace given by the gods, Xia immediately looked like a defeated flower, lowered her head and said in a muffled voice: "...... Got it. ”

Thea angrily burrowed into the bed to cover her head.

"I can make you a level 8 forging ritual scroll."

The other goddess on the bed, who had become smaller, stared at Charles for a long time, as if she had just woken up from her sleep, and said in a light and immature voice without the slightest undulation. (To be continued.) )