Chapter 200 Battlefield Treasure, the Sound of the Sword

I got a free lunch.

Jiang Yi returned to the sword tomb with Barbara and Livingstone, who were in amazement.

"With such an enviable appetite and figure, does it mean that he has opened a space backpack in his stomach due to unique alchemical techniques?" Livingstone's strong curiosity forced her to boldly reach out her hand and want to touch Jiang Yi's belly.

"It's just a natural talent!" Jiang Yi dodged the other person's hand and walked in the middle, going around to Barbara's side.

"The triple seal has been broken!" Barbara looked ahead and helped change the subject.

Glancing at the prayer priest who was blocking the communication, Livingstone sighed regretfully and hid his adventurous exploration of the dragon's stomach of the Swordmaster of Favonius in his heart.

Walk out of the tree-lined road and return to the Sword Tomb Waters.

The triple barrier has disappeared and the treasure is right in front of us.

Livingstone took out his notes, walked around the shore, then excitedly stepped into the water and went deep into the center of the sword tomb.

Coming under two huge crossed tree trunks, he carefully examined the dozens of swords on the grass slope.

The sword's tip was facing downwards, the hilt was facing upwards, the blade was covered in rust and the patterns on it were no longer clearly visible.

Jiang Yi pulled Barbara and jumped over the water flowing around the central grass slope, keeping the uppers of his shoes dry.

Pieces of grey stones, slightly stacked, show signs of being artificially placed.

A two-handed sword was inserted into the middle stone.

This sword, with its grey blade, is simple and heavy, and is the straightest of all the swords in the sword tomb.

The others are more or less tilted, but it is the only one that stands proudly like a king today.

"Let me see!" Livingstone dug the soil beside the stone with his hands.

A rotten wooden box, a corner of which was gouged out by it.

"Funerary objects?" She opened the lid of the wooden box, and a purple light shone out from it.

A feather lay quietly at the bottom of the box.

"Holy relic, the feather of the war madman."

Jiang Yi squatted down and looked at this four-star quality holy relic.

Part of the dark blue tail feathers were dyed red.

When I touched it, the legendary bird of mourning cried in my mind.

The mad will of the previous owner brought about a tragic hellish vision of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Blood, blood, red blood.

A wave of monsters attacked a crazy man.

The burly body revealed white bones, the flesh and blood that were turned over were the claw marks of the monster, and the swinging sword tore through the air.

The more injured, the more bleeding, the more critically ill...

The more powerful he is.

The more unwilling I am!

"Kill!" A roar was like a bolt from the blue, carrying the last rays of life and turning into a surging sword light.

The illusion in Jiang Yi's eyes disappeared, and the feather in his hand conveyed a bloodthirsty fighting spirit.

"The second treasure!" Livingstone murmured enthusiastically, digging out the golden hilt buried in the ground on the other side of the stone.

The marble-like texture and rich earth energy wrap around the sword that has returned to its original state.

"The original embryo of the Northern Continent Two-handed Sword!"

"This is the true King of Swords buried here."

"The most precious sword in the Sword Tomb!"

The purple quality light and the brilliance of the four-star holy relic complement each other.

Livingstone looked at it carefully for a while and found no words, so he reluctantly handed the sword to Jiang Yi.

He held up his glasses and glanced around.

Faced with these broken swords, she no longer touched them with her hands, but only relied on observation with her naked eyes to determine their age and craftsmanship.

"Thank you Sword Master of West Wind and Miss Barbara!"

"Your presence has made my wish come true!"

"In addition to the two treasures in this sword tomb, there are too many unsolved mysteries waiting to be revealed."

"As an adventurer and scholar, I will stay here and continue my research to solve the long-standing mysteries."

"Do it yourself!"

After Livingstone finished speaking, he devoted himself to the study of the sword tomb ruins.

When she got serious, she finally showed the temperament of a doctor.

He sank his feet into the water, not caring at all as the water poured into his boots.

Jiang Yi put away the embryo of the two-handed sword and set up a tent nearby.

I sorted out the relics I owned but had not worn, and used the extra three-star adventurer relics from the Midsummer Courtyard adventure to replace a relic position and upgrade it again.

Complete the Adventurer's Set, the Walker's Heart Set, and the Warber's Feather, two plus two plus one.

"The battlefield?" Barbara sat in the tent, hugging her knees and looking at the sword tomb.

"What do you think? Should we protect it again to prevent the ruins from being destroyed by other monsters and adventurers?" Jiang Yi felt that Dr. Livingstone alone could not protect this huge sword tomb.

Thousands of swords stood in a row, inserted in the water, grass, and rocks. It was much more spectacular than in the game. It would be a pity if it was destroyed.

"I have recorded the flow of elements in those three mechanisms using the alchemical compass. If we open a node nearby, we can form a secret door that only we know about."

"Even if the barrier is restored, Dr. Livingstone can study it."

"Go ahead and do it!" Barbara said. "I'll stay here and record the ideas for new songs."

"Then be careful!" Jiang Yi used his superb hearing to listen to the movements of the surrounding Hilichurls, but found that no Hilichurls had come to the sword tomb.

but……

"Water slime?" Jiang Yi looked towards the edge of the water, and saw several water slimes coming out at some point in time.

Walk over and cut them like jelly to harvest a little bit of alchemical materials.

The blessing of the spring spirit allowed it to step on the water surface, and its fully activated hearing ability could distinguish all movements around it to eliminate danger.

"Qiang!"

Suddenly, the sound of a sword coming from a distant time and space rang in my ears.

The surrounding water became restless, and the water will that was supposed to be close to him was filled with fierce fighting spirit.

Jiang Yi lowered his head. The water surface was calm and everything that had just happened seemed like an illusion.

The feathers of the war maniac were shouting in the soul, and the faint spirit seemed reluctant to leave.

I was reluctant to leave my comrades who were buried here.

"Did you hear the sword ringing?" Jiang Yi asked Barbara and Livingstone.

"Hmm?" Barbara pondered and shook her head.

"Besides the birds, is there any sound of swords? Sword Master of West Wind, what have you discovered?"

An ordinary adventurer would not be able to understand the sound of the sword, but Livingstone has a strong ability to accept all unusual things.

She rubbed her waist which had been bent for a long time and straightened up in the water.

The magical Sword Master of West Wind would not act without a purpose, he must have discovered the secret of the sword tomb.

Jiang Yi's feet touched the ground.

Like a plant taking root, the pulse of the earth is transmitted to the heart through the feet.

The wind is my messenger, the water is my companion, and the earth is my root.

Please tell me, is this ancient battlefield telling the story of the dead?

He used his true Qi to seal his acupuncture points, lower his breath, and suppress the heat of his pure Yang body.

He walked step by step, and the water rippled gently.

The circular ripples touched the sword in the water, and the ripples were cut and turned into more ripples, which continued to spread and touched more swords half-buried in the water.

Like water... communicating with the sword, like water... recalling distant memories.

The wind blew across the exposed sword handles on the water. There was no language, but it was like someone was singing wildly, someone was crying, someone was mourning...

The flowing wind witnesses the years and brings the most mysterious sound of the sword.

That is an emotion that will never fade away, that is an immortal thought.

The sword hums and the sword roars.

Jiang Yi once again stepped into the center of the sword tomb, sat cross-legged, and looked at the two-handed sword inserted into the stone.

The earth veins that recorded everything were like a page of a book being turned open under his super-strong perception.