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The Lord's Palace, the lord of the fortress city, received a distinguished guest from afar.

"Your Excellency the Earl of the Rock."

The human warrior lord stepped down from his throne and bowed to the charr with his hands on his chest, solemnity and seriousness written on his face.

Before visiting the Lord's Palace, Charles had already learned about the deeds and information of the warrior lord.

This is a lord who came out of the Blood Axe Mercenary Regiment, because the previous lord died in battle against the orcs, he fought bravely, and was recommended and supported by the people of Sandaba, so Silvermoon City also pushed the boat and let him temporarily take the position of lord.

Over the years, the warrior lords have excelled in their positions, repairing internal affairs, collecting taxes fairly, strengthening military buildings, and effectively resisting the infestation of the Orcs of the Neser Mountains.

"Hello, Lord Heim." After Charles returned the salute, he made clear his intentions.

"You're going to borrow the Eternal Flame to forge magical equipment?"

The Warrior Lord stared at him deeply, "Come with me." ”

It went well. As the first hero among the players, the earl of the Purple Dragon Kingdom, and many ecclesiastical statuses, it was impossible for this lord to refuse him.

The volcanic fissure of Sandaba is just outside the city, and there is a large hot spring nearby, and between the swirling steam, an ancient castle can be seen looming over the fissure. The warrior lord introduced as he walked: "This is the Eternal Fortress, first forged by the dwarves, and later the elves stationed here, during the prosperity of the Nether Empire, an imperial legion took over the declining Yerlan Elven Empire, firmly holding the Eternal Citadel and the fire in the center of the earth under its feet......"

Entering the castle, Charles discovers something special.

A large sinkhole was surrounded by the high walls of the fortress, and the sinkhole was bottomless, and Charles walked to the edge and peeked in, only faintly seeing dark red lava rolling.

The metal plank road that spirals around and along the steep walls of the sinkhole, stretches downward.

There seemed to be a casting platform underneath, and Charles faintly heard the crisp sound of wrought iron.

"There are three casting caves, two of which have been borrowed by the master foundry." The warrior lord takes Charles and walks down the narrow plank path, and both he and Charles must hold on to the steel ropes.

Knock knock knock......

Reaching the bottom, crisp footsteps echoed through the hot cavern, which was uninhabited, and a few improvised tents were set up in a blurred light. The Charr was firmly attracted by a large casting furnace.

The furnace was made of pure gold, and it was extremely strong, and the warrior lord stepped forward to open the furnace door, and a dark blue flame gushed out, and in an instant, the temperature of the cave at least doubled.

Bang!

The door of the furnace was closed, and the warrior lord retreated with hot sweat on his forehead.

"I advise you to wear equipment with fire resistance when forging magic weapons, and if you have a fire spell shield, it's best if you have a fire spell shield, otherwise you'll ......," the Warrior Lord said.

"Thank you."

Charles bowed to him.

The Warrior Lord waved his hand away, "Make good use of the Eternal Fire, it is the fire of forging and the fire of the prairie fire. Legendary warriors are all at risk of being burned to death. ”

After the cave returned to quiet, Charles used the detection spell to make a detailed investigation to confirm that it was safe, and then took out the dimensional bag and poured out several pieces of semi-finished equipment from the creator's suit.

For a while, the golden light was dazzling, but each piece of equipment had no attributes.

Charles was not in a hurry, sat down cross-legged, and waited for the phantom goddess Lyra to come out.

……

Chult Peninsula.

An ancient forest temple.

Serpent minions patrol the neighborhood intensively, with three outer floors and three inner floors, and the temple tower is guarded by witches in thick black robes.

Deep in the temple, the Witch Emperor of Okos, a powerful albino lich, slowly opened his eyes from the altar.

In front of him is a statue of the evil king Seth.

At this time, the three-headed cobra entrenched around Seth's body, each head woke up, and the middle head was bowed, with cold triangular vertical eyes, staring at the witch emperor Felidis.

"Do you feel it, Felitis......"

"Yes."

The body of an albino lich snake has been transformed into the pale legs of a human using a transfiguration spell. He knelt reverently on the floor, his voice low, "There can only be one creator suit in the multiverse. ”

"Who forged them?" There was a murderous intent in Phelitis's voice.

Hearing this, the three-headed cobra hissed and spit out the snake letter, and the void rippled mysteriously. The evil king, Seth, seems to be using his divine powers to find out, but a cobra's head suddenly shatters.

Seth's gloomy tone was immediately heard in the void:

"Behind the Forger stands the True God!"

"Either the elect or the favorites of the gods!"

Felitis kept his head down.

He clenched his fists, as if excited and terrified at the same time.

"Legend has it that the true creator set can communicate with the serpent of creation in the underworld. Five pieces of Legendary Equipment in one, but it's a true artifact that summons the Serpent of Creation to descend ......"

Serpent of the Ages!

Seth, the King of Evil, was silent.

It was the giant god of the ancient era of the Flood Desolation, and no one knows what its body looked like. In short, this ancient god has witnessed the rise and fall of the world of Abel Torreel, and legend has it that it is still hidden in the shadows, with the god Io in charge of Torreel.

"Felitis, on the eve of the fall of the Okos Empire, didn't you create a set of 'creators'?" The severed head of the three-headed cobra grew out of the snake's body.

"There is not enough divinity!"

"Semi-finished!"

"Moreover, from the Thunder Age to the present, those few semi-finished products have been lost." Phellitis muttered, "I didn't really get a set of Creator Gear. ”

"No other witch can collect a set. The drawings were originally circulated from Melsok's magical library, but by that time, Okos was on the verge of collapse, and the sages of Mersauk and Istto Sefifer had vaguely sensed the arrival of their fate and began to take refuge and migrate, and the sages of the witches did not have enough energy to study the drawings......"

The main hall of the temple was silent.

"Grab it!"

The evil king Seth suddenly said, and the eyes of the three cobra heads were full of greed.

If you can communicate with the serpent of creation, the meaning of that set of equipment is terrifying.

The serpent of creation is undoubtedly an existence that rivals or even surpasses the gods, and if he can receive a little gift from it, the king of evil will be of infinite use.

"Felitis, bring your Order over and grab it!" "I can vaguely sense the location of that forger, probably within the realm of the Silvermoon Federation...... I guess there's a place that's best for crafting gear, and you know where it is, right? ”

"Sandaba!"

Emperor Witch of Okos, Phellides slowly stood up from the ground, his albino feet, and changed back to the form of a snake.

"Phellitis, if you and your people still want to get my protection and get the magic I have given you, then don't miss this time." The three-headed cobra said gloomily, resuming petrification.

Phellitis walked out of the main hall, the sun shining on him, and the albino snake's body had a burning pain of flames.

Pain, tells Phelitis that he is still alive, from the time of thunder to the present.

Initially, he led his tribe to Seth.

Seth then fell asleep, unable to give him immortal powers, and Felitis took refuge in Seth and continued to survive as a chosen man.

In Phellitis's eyes, nothing is more important than being alive.

He knew very well that if he was deprived of the protection of the gods and deprived of his electivity, he would die immediately.

In short, this mission of the gods must not fail! (To be continued.) )