"Come and take a look at this." Parker ran back panting and handed the thing in his hand to Jita. It was a dagger with a very strange shape, a bit like a slightly curved hook, or a snake's fang. The blade was made of cold steel, cold and sinister.
"Is this what you saw in those people?"
Jita saw the dagger, with a look of fear on her face, and subconsciously took a step back. Looking at her expression, Fang Yu knew that the dagger she saw during the fight with those mysterious attackers that day was the one in Parker's hand.
He took a step forward, held Jita's back with his hands, and whispered: "Don't be afraid, we are all here."
The little girl came back to her senses and nodded with a pale face. "that's it."
"This dagger is a magic weapon," Parker turned the dagger around and exposed the weighted hammer handle to everyone - a green gem the size of a little fingertip was inlaid at the bottom of the hammer handle. "This gem is hollow inside, and it should be venom. If there is a corresponding resonance crystal connected to the magic furnace, the dagger should have the ability to poison the blade through skill commands - but look, this thing is super designed. Cleverly, even if it is not connected to the magic furnace, it can still inject venom through its internal structure, but in that case it is a one-time use."
"This should be the poison of the manticore. Fortunately, they didn't use this on Jita, otherwise the gods wouldn't be able to save her."
"Parker, don't scare Jita." Attila said angrily: "And don't be disrespectful to the gods. Magic poison is not a problem for druids, let alone Ms. Amaya."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to do it. I just wanted to explain that I know a lot about daggers. I really didn't lie to you. You see, this is how this dagger is used."
As he spoke, he made a sign with the dagger on his finger. As a result, his hand shook and the dagger flew away. He cut a gash on his finger and in the blink of an eye, a drop of green poisonous blood oozed out.
"Ah!" the poor Papalar screamed.
"Parker!" Everyone exclaimed. Aitila's expression changed even more, and she ran over and grabbed this guy's short, fat hand, trying to cast the poison-repelling spell.
But Papalar suddenly burst out laughing, holding his belly until he almost burst into tears. He stepped back deftly, then took out a green bottle and shook it at everyone: "Haha , I’m lying to you, this is just apple juice, you think I’m really that stupid—ouch!”
But before he could finish his words, the elf girl with a pale face slapped him hard on the forehead, almost knocking him to the ground.
Everyone looked at the living treasure with speechless faces and shook their heads.
Attila took the dagger from the Papalar man's hand, studied it carefully for a moment, and frowned. Fang Yu also looked at the fragments of the cloak in his hand. The dagger and the emblem appeared in Dolifen at the same time. Does it mean something? Could it be that those who attacked Jita and the others that day were really followers of the Dragon Worship Cult?
The thought that this possibility might actually exist made his hair stand on end. How did the Dragon Worship Cult know about them? From Traveler's Rest to El Paxin, there are only so many people we have come into contact with, and very few people know about the brooch. Unless the president of the Black Goat Chamber of Commerce leaks the information, then the rest The possibility of next——
He couldn't help but look at the others, and his eyes happened to meet Sylvester's somewhat quiet eyes, and then he realized that the noble girl was also looking at the dagger - her eyes were thoughtful. When he noticed Fang Plover's eyes, , she tilted her head towards him, pretending to be curious.
Fang Yu felt slightly uneasy. Speaking of which, Sylvide was indeed the person with the most doubtful background among all the people. She suddenly appeared without any basis, claiming that it was to fulfill her father's last wish, but this reason was too weak.
In the few days we spent together, she had always been restrained and calm, and sometimes felt some inexplicable melancholy and lamentation, but in no case did she seem to make decisions easily for a hasty reason.
But could it be her?
There was indeed such a possibility, but Fang Yu still shook his head. He believes that the minimum trust within a team is the foundation of the foundation, and blind doubt will only make things worse. At least it has not yet been confirmed that the holder of the dagger and the followers of the Dragon Worship Cult are indeed the same person - because there are at least two parties in this battle. One party should undoubtedly be a believer in the Dragon Worship Cult; and the other party, that night Whether Eagle is the holder of the dagger or not is hard to say.
He couldn't help but look at Atila.
The elf lady was also casting a glance at him, her eyes a little solemn, and it was obvious that both of them were thinking about the same thing. Not only do the Dragon Worshipers exist in Dollifen, there may even be the people who attacked them at that time. It can be said that both sides are hostile to them, and one of them also has a fourth-level character.
A nightjar——
Fang Yu still remembers how terrifying that Nighthawk of Yin Zhiyi was. It can be said that he suppressed the entire Dawn Star team with one person's power. But what about their team? Their strength is far inferior to that of Miss Scarpet and the others - just talking about the two group leaders, Miss Scarpet is level 27, Mr. Querod is level 29, and most of the others are above level 15. And what about their group? The highest level Mr. Big Cat is only around level 20 and is not in the team at the moment.
I originally thought it was just an ordinary exploration, and I didn't even have hope that I could find out the news about the Dragon Worshipers. Unexpectedly, I found the real owner just after entering Dolifen - not only did I have information, but also a lot of information.
It's just that the ingredients are a bit too strong and hard to digest.
"Does anyone have any impressions of this dagger?" He then asked. Tata saw the dagger on those people at that time. If he could find out the information about the dagger, he might at least be able to understand the attacker's intentions. identity.
But everyone shook their heads. There were so many magical weapons of various shapes in Aitaria. Countless works were leaked from privately known and unknown workshops. Some were widely circulated, but some were not. So well known.
Etila sighed and handed the dagger back to Parker. She didn't get any useful information, which was expected.
However, Fang Yu asked in his mind: "Does Miss Tata have any impression of this dagger?" He originally just mentioned it casually, not expecting to get any useful information - although Miss Goblin is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, On the one hand, her knowledge is mostly related to magic tools, nature and ether. On the other hand, her memory should be stuck in the era when the Silver Tower made her decades ago. She may not be aware of some new rumors.
But I didn't expect to get an unexpected harvest this time. Miss Tata was silent for a moment and suddenly replied: "The shape of this dagger is a little different from what I know."
"Is it a little different from what you know?"
"It's a bit like the snake-shaped daggers used by the Norsnika lizardmen, but they don't use magic weapons."
The lizardmen of Nosnica? Fang Yu was stunned for a moment before he remembered where he had heard this name. Isn't that the main battlefield of the Battle of Bain? How could it be related to that place?
But knowing something is better than knowing nothing at all. He was about to tell Etila the news, but at this moment, Sylvester's maid Siesta behind everyone came with a cold shout: "Who! "
Everyone turned around and saw a figure disappearing around the corner. Fang Yu's eyes were dull and he couldn't see the person's appearance at all, but judging from his body shape, he seemed to be a woman.
Before he could react, Siesta had already chased after him. The maid lady's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations.
"Follow me." Attila whispered.
Fang Plover reacted immediately. Dolifen had been blocked for many days, and a wave of undead had just broken out. Most of the people left in the city at this moment were either followers of the Dragon Worship Cult, or guys related to the holder of the dagger—in other words, they were the attackers that day.
And coincidentally, these two parties are the people they are looking for.
Everyone followed, including the older knights. The Papalars ran the fastest and disappeared behind the ruins after trotting with their crossbows on their backs. However, after the maid left first, Jita obviously couldn't keep up with the large army, so Fang Yu had to take a step behind to support her.
But he felt that there was someone staying with him, and he also stretched out his hand to support Jita - Fang Pulver saw the snow-white slender hand, raised his head in astonishment, and met Sylvide's eyes.
"Whether you believe it or not, Mr. Ed," Sylvide said in a clear and soft voice: "I may not be completely honest with you, but I have no ill intentions towards you."
"Miss Sylvide?" Jita looked at her in surprise.
"I..." Fang Yu felt embarrassed as if his thoughts had been seen through.
"Just leave this place to me. I can protect Jita. You can go catch up with the others - in a place like this, Miss Attila's investigative ability may not be as good as your clockwork fairy."
Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
He glanced at Kita, then turned and ran forward, releasing the clockwork fairy as he ran. He raised his hand and let the little thing fly up from his palm and disappear far above the building.
After completing this action, he remembered something - the direction in which the woman disappeared seemed to be the direction leading to Ms. Fujiye's hotel.
He pulled down his goggles, and while moving forward, he distractedly controlled the clockwork goblin to circle around the streets with broken walls and ruins. Although Dolifen was in decline, it was not yet bleak - the ancient trees sprouted branches from under the stone slabs. Qian opened the streets of the city. Although the buildings covered with vines could not see their former glory, there were some new residents living below.
For example, a hunting chameleon, some small rodents, and a larger number of birds. As long as you don't enter those empty and deep buildings, at least during the day, you still won't see too many undead creatures here.
But Fang Plover understood that once night falls, this place will be a different scene.
During the first lap, he found almost nothing, neither the woman nor Etila and the others. When he expanded the area in the second circle, Miss Elf and others appeared in his field of vision.
Fang Yu was stunned for a moment.
Because he saw that Aitila and the others were actually confronting someone - but the other party did not look like the Dragon Worshipers he had imagined, nor did they look like the attackers Tianlan and the others described that day, but more like a group of people. Ordinary adventurer.
It should have been a small square in the past, but it is no longer what it once was. A statue of an equestrian in the square collapsed and fell on the dry pool below, leaving only four horse legs.
It is surrounded by dilapidated buildings, and Etila and the adventurers are on both sides of the square. There are four or five archers on the other side, nervously pointing their bows at Miss Elf. In front are a few warriors. The speaker looks at their attire. It should be an iron guard - looking at his expression, Fang Yu obviously didn't expect to meet his counterpart here.
At this moment, Parker and Siesta also ran out from the other side. Seeing the confrontation scene, the Papalar crossbowmen immediately raised their heavy crossbows.
Seeing this, Fang Pliant hurriedly asked the clockwork fairy to lower himself——
When the two sides saw the clockwork goblin, their reactions were obviously different. When Tian Lan, who was standing next to Etila, saw Fang Plover's clockwork fairy, she couldn't help but shouted in surprise: "Brother Ed is here."
The reaction on the other side was much more complicated. The iron guard was holding the long sword in his hand and was ready to take action at any time, but when he saw the clockwork fairy, his expression couldn't help but change.
"Battle Craftsman!"
Not to mention him, the archers all took a step back, subconsciously preparing to find cover.
There is no way, the reputation of combat craftsmen in Aitaria is too great, especially in the first world - because the major guild selectors and indigenous organizations in the second world have their own dragon knights, for combat craftsmen like this The high-end combat power is not surprising.
But in the first world, combat craftsmen are synonymous with cross-level challenges, especially since the combat style of this profession is changeable, and the attacked party may not know what kind of blow it will face at the next moment. As long as a few Annihilators appear in mid-air at this time, their small number of people will not be enough for the opponent to bomb.
Moreover, in ordinary people's perception, alchemists are wealthy masters. Everyone knows whether the expensive starlight is exchanged for the number of flexible structures in the hands of combat craftsmen.
Although Fang Plover is a special case among special cases, who knows?
Therefore, when Fang Plover arrived, he saw exactly this scene. The other party had already stopped and was waving his hands and talking to Aitila and others. "You have something to say, everyone, we don't have any ill intentions - we are just here to take risks like you."
As the iron guard spoke, he glanced fearfully at the fortress-like walkers following Fang Plover.
Actually using this kind of thing? The man broke into a cold sweat, thinking how could he meet such a monster in this inhospitable place? He thought to himself that there seemed to be nothing useful for combat craftsmen in this place, or were there so many combat craftsmen that there would be one in any team?
He couldn't help but take another look at Fang Plover's flexible structure. If ordinary alchemists are already rich among adventurers, then the combat craftsmen who use fortress-style walkers are undoubtedly the most wealthy among them. upstart.
Because this thing is a money-burning machine. It is a battle craftsman trained by the big guild. Few people dare to squander this thing. After all, if the fortress walker uses special bullets, the thing will cost money at the same speed as professional guilds and professional guilds. Not many clubs can stand it.
After all, the Grand Guild is not just for one person——
Of course, this person also dreamed that Fang Plover didn't think that much before making this thing, and the other party didn't have the design drawings of special bullets at all - it was also because Fang Plover realized that carrying four walkers across the street was too exaggerated. , and hid the other three bodies, otherwise the spectacle alone would probably frighten him to death on the spot.
Since he had looked around this place before in the Clockwork Fairy, Fang Plover did not immediately ask about the situation here. He just asked Aitila: "Miss Aitila, I lost you." ?”
Etila nodded.
"Where's brother Ed?" Tianlan asked.
Fang Plover also shook his head. The Clockwork Fairy flew very fast, and his search area was wider, but there was no sign of any woman in the vicinity.
"She can't run faster than a clockwork fairy," Tianlan said, "She must be hiding."
"There are plants everywhere here, hiding in front of the druids?" Parker sneered. "I think it's probably the previous legend, the non-existent woman. Didn't it mean that many people saw her in the city? It's not surprising that we can see her."
"I've never heard of her appearing in broad daylight."
"That was before, how can you say so now that Dolifen has changed so much?"
"I can." Tian Lan replied unreasonably.
Parker was so angry that he wanted to say something, but at this time the iron guard interrupted them curiously: "Wait a minute, may I ask, are you also looking for a woman?"
All eyes were on him.
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