Chapter 6 (2/2)
“There is still one final problem”
I lifted the skull
“Who does this belong to?”
He bit his lower lip, hesitated for a moment, then said:
“The warrior who protected the doe His final reht disaster on the whole forest At the very least, I wanted to kill Luo Pana along with him”
I stood up and patted the dust off of me
Because I had sat on the floor too long, s were numb
“I a as ”
I had him retreat to a corner
Ten thousand casting (TL: Ok, I didn’t really understand this part)
Powerful pressure built inlight, then it immediately returned to darkness
After a round
A red alcheram was an ancient furnace
Right now, even with closed eyes I could tell what the role of each material was I put approximately half of the materials in an orderly manner into the furnace, and the skull into the middle of all of it
At this step, I suddenly had a strange feeling The spirit calling ceremony cannot be called a failure, but also cannot be considered a success
The bellohistling and bloith hot air
In the other furnace, mysterious iron and a scale of an evil tyrant fish were te
I repeatedly stretched the rass pulp and rock dragon’s blood
The covering would be , the core with dark spider silk
The boould be etic to the flower, I plucked four or five petals off, ground them into paste, and twisted and stretched the paste into a crescent moon shape
My only regret is that on the spirit bow, there already exists natural lines Too bad I didn’t have an opportunity to show off my superb artistic skills
The body hite, with a slight yellow tone Because it used ic arrows, I did not make any physical arrows
“A…”
A completely dazed Baluo said
I wiped the sweat on my forehead, and set the bow into his hands
For the first time, Baluo’s eyes shone Not the kind of shi+ny that Elan eye’s got when she received her favorite things, that kind of satisfied and pleasant feeling It was closer to the flaht
I took him to the surface
He pulled the string, and created a black arrow ic He aimed at the dark sky
Co like the heaven’s blade of vengeance
-crackle, crackle-
The bow began to shows signs of cracks
Baluo froze, hands desperately clutching the bow Body and bow both quivering
But it was useless
-Rattle-
Including the bowstring, the white bow broke into pieces right in front of us
Baluo’s face, dazed with hate, collapsed He gritted his teeth with tears and turned towards ht round white moon above his head
Not even understanding this and still crying; at the end, he is still only a child