C42 Spear of Destiny(2)

"Why do you want me to be a mercenary?" I didn't understand. After thinking about it, I realized that it made sense. Why didn't I want to be a mercenary back then? That was exactly what I could do. When I thought of this, I didn't need to be angry with others anymore. I made it so that no one wanted me to be a laborer.

The fat old man's words made me so angry that I wanted to vomit blood, "After the divine artifact is formed, take your weapon and leave. I don't need any apprentices here for the time being, I don't have the materials to forge it. Why would I waste rice every day? " This is too realistic, this old man.

"Mm, alright. Also, I need to fix my magic staff!" Tower? Rashia accepted this condition.

The war pike was enveloped in the raging flames. Griswold cut open my wrist with his blade. He took a certain amount of my blood and chanted an alchemy spell. He poured my blood onto the weapon in the flames. The color of the flames changed miraculously, and for a moment, it was colorful.

After the flame was extinguished, a purple war pike finally appeared in the world. The purple color of the tip of the spear was slightly deeper. From afar, I could feel that the flowing brilliance of the war pike was different from before. The mysterious light seemed to have a life of its own as it circulated around the spear.

"Haha! It's done!

It will never wear out.

Ignore the opponent's defense.

Damage + 400%.

Melee skills + 10.

Additional Fire Damage during the day.

Ice damage during the night.

Strength increased by 60%.

Devour.

Stopping the wound from healing.

Requires: 20%."

Griswold was stunned." I'm not dreaming, am I? Devour? Stop the wound from healing? How can there be such an attribute?" Obviously, the other astonishing attributes were not as special as these two. Griswold seemed to have never seen such attributes before. " Kid, "the old man's voice was a little strange." If such a divine artifact fell into the hands of a kind martial artist, it would be a guardian. If not, it will be the ability of this spear, the Dark Spear of Mortal Realm. "

"Ah!" Me and Tower? Laxia exclaimed at the same time!

"Could this be your fate? I don't know if it is fortunate or unfortunate for such a weapon to appear in this world..." Griswold muttered to himself. I didn't understand a single word.

"Is this spear very powerful?" Perhaps Laxia felt that Griswold was putting on an overstatement.

Griswold did not pay attention to Ta? Laxia stared straight at me. What's wrong with this old man? I'm being looked at so unnaturally.

"Kid, I'll give you a piece of advice. You have to think of a way to become stronger. Don't let your weapon fall into someone else's hands. Remember this!" Griswold was stunned for a while before he finally spoke.

"Of course. This spear was given to me by my father. Naturally, I will use my life to protect it."

"Since that's the case, you can use your name to name the war pike!" Griswold said.

I nodded. After years of hard work, I finally forged my own weapon. I was extremely happy.

"To you, fate has already chosen you. There's no use running away. To me, I have also completed my journey of fate." Griswold continued to say things that I couldn't understand at that time.

"What fate? I don't understand." I haven't received much education in Arreat, so I don't really understand Griswold's feelings.

"Remember this alchemy spell, it might be useful in the future. I don't have any pursuits in my life to create such a work..."

After Griswold passed the alchemy incantation to me, his face sank, "You can leave, don't come looking for me in the future." After saying that, he swept me and my gun out of the door. No matter how I knocked on the door, Griswold ignored me.

"My magic staff hasn't been repaired yet." Tower? Laxia was furious.

"Let me help you repair it." I said with a sense of loss, someone else helped me forge my own weapon. I can't lie to others, right? Repairing the magic staff won't take too much effort, and with my current Blacksmith skill... This is just a piece of cake.

After that, I have never seen Griswold again. After this day, the blacksmith shop will be closed forever.

Holding onto the divine artifact that just came out of the furnace, I have an indescribable feeling. Because during the process of refining, I used my blood. The feeling that the war pike gives me is very strange, as if my fate was tied to it.

Tower? Laxia brought me to the headquarters of the mercenary organization. I saw the leader of the mercenary group, Caxia. It was a smart and strong woman. After a preliminary test of my skills, I was hired by the mercenary group. Since the fat old man agreed to the Tower on my behalf? Lhasha, I have decided to complete this mission together.

Kaxia told me the objective of this mission and told me some of the background information regarding this mission.

A famous person in a mercenary organization, Blood Crow, was somehow tempted during a mission and betrayed a mercenary organization. After occupying the burial ground of the Sister's Association, the Sister's Association could not tolerate the defilement of the sacred religious cemetery. They sent a mercenary organization to get rid of Blood Crow. This mission was assigned to the tower that had just joined the mercenary group? Lhasha, the mercenaries in Rogge rarely let a mage complete a mission alone. But this time, no warrior was willing to partner up to carry out this mission.

Regarding this matter, I feel that something is not quite right. This mission is undoubtedly very difficult, but it was assigned to a rookie with no experience. Furthermore, no one is willing to carry out the mission together. I think this childish mage must have been used as a pathfinder's stone. However, I don't want to make this clear, because since the days of smithing have come to an end, from now on, I have to rely on being a mercenary to survive. Rejecting the mission at this time won't do me any good.

After receiving the necessary equipment and map from the mercenary camp, we set off on our first mission.