Artifact, what is an artifact.
A magical object?
Weapons used by gods?
A psychotic device?
There are a thousand artifacts in the hearts of a thousand people, and Carlos suddenly had a clear understanding in his heart at this moment.
For ants, quick-drying glue is an artifact; for cockroaches, Pest Exterminator is an artifact; for mice, Toxic Rat is an artifact; for humans, Alipay is an artifact.
What you can touch when you jump up is called ideal, what you can see when you raise your head is called dream, what is always changing when you close your eyes is fantasy. Although it is cruel, this is the reality, that is, everyone's capacity is limited, and there are always some things that cannot be done no matter what. It is not for you to shout something like: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Aha~~~I’m going to go against my will today! Something can change.
Based on this reality, tools that can help you realize your dreams and transcend your fantasies are artifacts.
To put it more bluntly, being able to turn the impossible into possible one-sidedly is a magical weapon. If it is a skill, it is called a magical skill.
Obviously the lava giant in front of him was not an easy opponent, but Carlos couldn't help but look at Ashkandi and Nefarian, wanting to see what artifact the Dark Iron Dwarf wanted to complete after the light faded, even at the cost of blood sacrifice. Vice-presence.
Then I almost slipped.
What's this?
A flower pot or a pot of flowers?
He must have seen it wrong. Carlos understood that this was a special effect of the perspective and an error of the eyes.
These four lava giants had just been summoned from the magma. Their fiery body shells had not cooled down into solid granite, and they looked like big fat men who had been cooked. Carlos snatched the super-powerful body from the hands of the soldiers beside him. sniper crossbow, equipped with an explosive arrow.
Due to various scruples, Carlos was unwilling to reveal the power of the Holy Light. However, this did not affect the strengthening effect of the Holy Light on the body during long-term training.
The arrow swished into the chest of the lava giant and exploded at the core. The huge impact blew the energy core that maintained the movement of the lava giant out of the body, and a lava giant rushed to the street.
In the cheers, the soldiers followed suit and killed another lava giant with exploding arrows.
A lava giant without eyes tried to intervene in the fight between Ashkandi and Nefarian, but was shattered into rubble by the black dragon prince's wild magic.
However, the last lava giant stepped on the broken corpses of its kind and walked over. Its shell has hardened, and the heavy footsteps are mixed with the roaring roar of the fire element.
"Meat bugs, your performance is worthy of praise, but it is useless. Lucky guy, I give you a name - Baikal, go, fight, and please your creator!"
The shadow of Baron Geddon dimmed a little more, and a force was injected into the last lava giant. Its color completely turned into deep black, its shell expanded and thickened, and its facial features became more prominent. It rushed towards Carlos. .
"Birdman, there will be no good results from going against the Alliance. Hand over the artifact and I can let you go."
Nefarian used spiritual magic to convey his will, trying to shake Ashkandi, but the magic around him was running, ready to take action at any time.
"I have no interest in artifacts or anything like that, just go get it."
However, Ashkandi's reply in common language made Nefarian a little confused.
As if afraid that Nefarian would not believe it, Ashkandi moved a few steps away from the artifact.
Nefarian was angered by Ashkandi's little move, and the Black Dragon Prince felt that he had been slighted by a bird. He stepped onto the high platform, carefully guarding against possible surprise attacks. But Ashkandi made no move.
What's this? A flower made of steel?
Nefarian was also a little surprised, but soon, the Black Dragon Prince understood that this was not a flower craft, it was a terrifying weapon.
The thick inverted cone-shaped flower pot is the handle, and the iron chain and hammer head are wrapped around it like a blooming steel flower.
This is a four-headed flail! ! !
I can't believe that three dark iron dwarves who look like idiots can actually forge such an artistic weapon - beautiful and deadly.
You don't need to touch it, you can tell what kind of power this flail contains just by looking at it. On the black and red smooth metal surface, from time to time, the wailing face of an innocent soul appears, but it is dragged into the abyss by indescribable claws, and the burning A cold aura filled Nefarian's arcane vision.
Although the arakkoa signaled Nefarian to take it as he pleased, the Black Dragon Prince did not dare to actually step forward to take it. Nefarian had no confidence at all because of what Ashkandi had done with his own blood just now.
Although the Black Dragon Prince did not think that the opponent could use a few drops of his blood to construct a killing situation, the Black Dragon's bloodline was not that unbearable. However, a kind of uneasiness still lingers in my heart and lingers.
Fear comes from the unknown, fear comes only from understanding.
Nefarian snorted. He had never been afraid of anyone but his own father!
In the eyes of others, the magician Victor Nefarios set up a magic shield, strode forward to the artifact, looked up at the shadow of Baron Geddon, and saw a three-colored magic ball in front of him. The hand holding the staff condensed. From the beginning to the end, the surgeon never glanced at the Crow Man.
"You smell a little special, fleshworm. Do you want to beg Gadun for forgiveness? Offer your flesh and blood, and the flames will purify everything about you."
"Brainless thing."
Nefarian sneered, and the mana ball of unknown purpose in his hand became more and more colorful.
"Baikal, stop him!"
Gadon suddenly shouted.
really!
Nefarian smiled triumphantly.
This is just a scam. Even Ragnaros, the Fire Demon King, only pulled the demiplane called Molten Core to the depths of Azeroth. Where can Gedun have such power and magic? Achieved the difficult task of converting the real body and the projection.
Although he is still not sure who is behind it, Nefarian feels that he has seen through this little trick.
Then, Nefarian threw the three-color mana ball in his hand towards Gedon's shadow.
"Go back home, you idiot."
The powerful magic directly expelled Gadon's will from the artifact. The fire element lord didn't even have time to say a few harsh words before its shadow disappeared without a trace.
Without rushing to obtain the artifact, Nefarian turned directly and stared at the arakkoa Ashkandi.
"Now it is your turn."
"sure no problem."
Ashkandi replied contemptuously.
Nefarian didn't understand how the birdman in front of him had the confidence to face him. Even Victor Nefarios, the master in human form, is not an opponent it can challenge, so where does its courage come from?
Artifact!
For an instant, Nefarian felt as if his heart was electrified, but Ashkandi had already taken action.
The arakkoa's claw blades were so fast that they were not magical at all, and Nefarian felt that his magic shield was almost broken.
But only almost.
A shock wave swept across, and Ashkandi was forced back. Nefarian locked the target and was really ready to kill him, but suddenly he felt a chill in his heart and his whole body flew out sideways.
Carlos was also surprised and was swatted away by the alienated lava giant Baikal.
In Carlos' sight, the Dark Iron Dwarf's artifact was like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, biting Nefarian hard.
And only Nefarian himself understood that the four-headed flail had four effects - breaking defense, weakening, causing death, and ineffective resistance.
Although Nefarian was caught off guard and plotted against him, the dragon's powerful physique prevented the Black Dragon Prince from being taken over so easily.
"How did a one-meter-long chain fly five meters away?"
Using the Holy Shield to protect his body, Carlos patted the dust and stood up. The lava giant's slap was not fatal, just a little painful. However, the incredible blow of the artifact left Carlos puzzled.
Nefarian staggered and stood up, while Ashkandi just looked at him without any intention of making a last-ditch attack.
The soldiers were still trembling with the lava giant Belga, and Carlos was deep in thought.
"I can't hold on anymore!"
Sora, who seemed to be forgotten in the corner, suddenly shouted and gave up the spell he had been struggling to maintain. (To be continued.)
