Taking the material from the hands of Arafashna, in the hands of the storyteller, the metal took the shape of an iron glove. The demon's blood dripped on it, making a hissing sound as if it had fallen on a red-hot oven. The essence gets absorbed leaving a gray residue.
Then the storyteller smiled with satisfaction and said, "This relic is called the Harsh Hand. This name was given to it by its owner, the wizard hunter of Sakhori. This pair of gloves represents the connection between two lives." He who wears this relic no longer lives for himself, but dies for others.”
At this time, the storyteller once again enters that magical moment of memory.
"The sound of the battle horn broke through the silent night. The "Stern Friends" and I jumped over the fence, knocked the drowsy sentinel to the ground, and then ran wildly through the street.
We're going to the chief's house. Our comrades followed us without making a sound. Only the long howl of the "Stern Friend" warned the people in the village that the time to punish evil had arrived.
We broke into the chief's house, pinned the frightened men against the wall, and glared at them. There were three people squatting at the back of the room. One man and one woman used their bodies to block another thin, pale young man. The "Stern Friend" roared around me, and people were afraid of it. It was a giant wolf, as black as coal, and could make people tremble with fear just by looking at it. I took a step forward.
My name is Setre Davidmai, and I am a wizard hunter. I, my wolf, and my people will never harm the good Sakuli. We will only hunt down those evildoers who violate the law and harbor filth. The Stern Friend took a few steps forward, but I put my iron gauntlet around his neck.
It's still too early and things can still be resolved without bloodshed. He obeyed my words, but he and I were not in a master-servant relationship, we were brothers.
The man, the chief, shouted: "We haven't hurt anyone."
"If you say you are innocent, then what do you think is evil? You have disobeyed your ancestors and gods, and you have bred filthy arcane power into your bloodline. You have intermarryed with your brothers and sisters to strengthen this bloodline. And what did you give birth to? A monster."
The man and woman looked at each other, ashamed. I discovered their crime, the brother and sister's unnatural dark powers that brought them to a witchcraft curse.
The woman shouted desperately: "Spare him. He won't hurt anyone. You see, his brain is not normal. His mind is like a baby." The pale boy held his hand tightly parents. Although he was tall and muscular, his blue eyes were full of innocence and fear.
What a clever way of saying that a kid with a brain problem can't hurt anyone.
"Seven fishermen died by the river, killed and disemboweled by the power of magic. They were all good people and had never harmed anyone. Were you just curious and wanted to see what they were made of?" Those pairs Blue eyes stared blankly at me.
"And those children on the grass next to the bee forest. Maybe you just wanted to play with them, right? And you don't like losing, do you?" His eyes became bright, like those on his white face. The two blue buttons are the same.
"And what about that girl? You like her, but don't like her resisting you?" A smile appeared on his full lips, and his expression became serious, cruel, and full of mockery.
"That's right." He took off his disguise. Under his mask, he is a smart, cunning, and cunning monster who does not understand what mercy and kindness are. He is spoiled and has powers that no mortal should have. He is not a human being, but a wizard.
The young man put his hands on his parents' shoulders and took away their vitality, sucking the life out of them like mosquitoes sucking blood. Then he held out his hand to me, commanding death to come in my direction.
I was beaten so dizzy that I fell to my knees. My ears, eyes and nose were bleeding. My gauntlet exploded, shards of steel cutting my fingers and palm. The little bastard raised his other hand and that was it, I was dead.
Then, a black lightning flashed before my eyes.
"Stern Friend" rushed forward and protected me with his body. The terrible attack smashed his furry body against me, pinning me down. I found myself lying on the ground with his eyes right in front of me. I realized my brother, was dead.
I roared and lost my mind. I threw the body of the Severe Friend back at him, then grabbed a dagger with my flesh-mold hand and threw it at the wizard.
The dagger pierced his blue eye but did not kill him. The boy whimpered and crawled on the ground, groping blindly with his hands, calling his mother's name.
"It's too late to cry now. You killed her." I rushed towards him, pulled the dagger out of his eye, and then slashed it with a knife.
You killed my closest friend. I am going to kill you. I stopped swinging the knife and threw the dagger on the ground.
No, I won't do that. The wizard was driven mad by pain he had never felt before. He was filled with helplessness and fear and was no longer a threat. Therefore, according to the law, I want to send him to the prison in Threshold City. I am Setre Davidimai, servant of Sakhori.
No matter how painful it is, I will never become that monster. I'm not going to kill someone just because I want to. The others tied up the wizard and I gave my "stern friend" one last hug.
Tragedies like this are why people shouldn't use arcane magic. Arcane magic is not a gift from spirits, ancestors, or gods. It is a curse of spontaneity, with no one monitoring your actions and no voice telling you what is the right thing to do and what is wrong.
On the contrary, this kind of magic can give people an arrogant illusion that they can get away with anything.
It fosters contempt for others and turns people into monsters, because to the wizard, everyone else is an ant. There was a cold, terrible feeling in my chest, and some weird feeling bothered me, making me unable to feel at ease.
It was as if somewhere outside this cursed house lurked something meaner and darker. This thing I encountered was going to change everything. My soldier tapped me lightly on the shoulder.
"Lord David Mai, a messenger sent a report from Threshold City.
We have to check out a suspicious house. The lone house is near here. A single woman lived there, the report said. "The feeling in my heart became darker, but I nodded silently. Duty is duty."
"No more?" Lin Yun asked after hearing the storyteller suddenly lost his voice.
"Yes, the Severe Hands. These are a pair of spiked iron gloves. They can gain strength for the wearer's partner, which is equivalent to the strength of the Titan's Belt of Strength. It's just like it, it will be very violent. Once it enters the battle state, , your partner will be affected and needs to use a strong will to resist, otherwise, it will be easy to go crazy and attack others." The storyteller said with some worry.
"Sounds like it suits me very well." At this time, Xiao Aiwu on the side shook his head and said.
"I can use it." At this moment, Shaye directly stretched out his hand and took the pair of gloves.
Speaking of which, Saya's white hands didn't look like they were wearing gloves before.
"Oh, yes, I happen to be an undead, and the effects of general mental influences are useless to me." At this time, Arles also remembered and said.
"It's not that simple, isn't it? The power in this glove can even be superimposed with the normal Titan belt." Jingtian said with a smile.
The so-called Titan Power Belt is actually a +6 level Power Belt.
In other words, if you put on this glove, then Arles will have +6 strength, and if you put on the +6 strength belt, then it will be +12 strength.
After passing the glove to the stern hand, he continued to study the other cloak.
A dazzling light burst out from the storyteller's hands. The light danced, causing you to narrow your eyes in pain. When the light finally fades, you see the elf holding a thick cloak in his hands. "This relic is indeed legendary. It has absorbed a power that is too heavy for this world, but I have a feeling that this cloak should be suitable for you, but I also have a question."
"What do you mean?" Lin Yun asked curiously.
"There isn't much story on this cloak, but I feel that it is closely related to you. Now, what I want to ask is, who are you going to use this cloak for?" the storyteller said seriously.
"Of course who is suitable and who uses it." Lin Yun was a little surprised.
"No, maybe you don't understand what I mean. Commander, this cloak requires a choice." The storyteller said again.
"Choose?" Lin Yun frowned slightly.
"What path should you choose in the future? I can see that you are all using the power of different paths. Angels, demons, spiritual envoys, and lichs are all extraordinary beings, and this cloak is The characteristics allow me to transform this cloak and create a power that can adapt to you." The storyteller said solemnly.
"Then do you still need to say this? Of course it's Dante." At this time, Nero on the side said quickly.
"Sorry, you are not qualified to choose, I am qualified, hehehe." Jingtian on this side said with a smile.
"So you want this thing?" Nero looked at Jingtian and frowned slightly.
"What are you talking about? Of course I also choose Dante. The stronger Dante is, the safer I will be." Jingtian said with a smile.
"Yes, I believe in Dante too." Xiao Jin smiled indifferently, and his whole body seemed to be radiating light.
"Dante." Saya was much more simple and rude.
"Very good. As expected, Commander, you are the one everyone expects." The storyteller said with a satisfied smile.
