Chapter 175 Hell Angel Zither

The fact is just as Sera expected. When Axuri saw the pile of meats brought by Ron and his team as gifts, his eyes were wide open.

These beasts are basically Constance's "practice works". The damage of an ordinary weapon is no big deal for Ron's team. It is just a repair magic trick, which does not affect Constance's training progress at all.

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It is precisely in the real combat of these few days that Constance has improved her combat experience on the one hand, and on the other hand, she has also truly felt the limitations of the Swift Sword in the wild. This weapon cannot effectively deal with a large number of enemies, which is really beyond her ability.

"If you had a good weapon, you wouldn't say that," Exure happily led Ron and the others into his already expanded lair, "If you feel that you can't cause effective damage to the enemy, then the weapon is not good enough."

"Either you change to a blunt weapon, or change to a better material."

"Then, you must have..."

Before Constance finished her words, she was glared back by Exure's fierce eyes.

"What are you talking about! How can I have it? I don't need a weapon!" Exure showed his claws, "Besides, it's my, uh, our property. Even if it's there, you can't just take it if you want to!"

"And you should be careful with your words. I'm much younger than you. Don't use 'you', 'you'. I'm not that old!"

"You'll get used to it," Ivy patted Constance's shoulder, "He's like this. It's hard to take something out of him."

"Besides, he probably doesn't have a weapon suitable for you."

"That's right," the black dragon muttered, pulling out the precious amethyst slab, using his hands and mouth to unravel the layers of burlap wrapped on it, "The teacher tried to cheat me before, but I didn't fall for it!"

"You're smart. We've been running for several days." Ivy complained, took the gems from Ron, and tried them on the slab one by one.

The ice-blue gem responded first. With a flash of light, a zither-shaped shield with a simple and solemn shape suddenly appeared in Ivy's hand.

Although this shield looks valuable, it is made of some kind of plant. It is just a few metal hoops. It doesn't look like a magical item that can be compared with the Preface of Weaving and the Grip of Canglan.

Ron's fingers opened the blank page of the spell book, and the identification result of this shield immediately appeared on it, and his eyes suddenly became strange.

"Does anyone know the "Hell Angel"?"

"It sounds like the name of a ship?" Sera blinked, "What does this have to do with this shield?"

These weapons were used by celebrities on this continent. Ron asked this question, presumably because it had something to do with the story behind it.

The few people present looked at each other. The only one among them who had seen the ocean of this world was Sera, and it was the kind with icebergs everywhere and blizzards constantly blowing.

"I have heard a little bit about it," Shadow Spirit Yelena suddenly said, "When I took the soul to the Shadow Underworld, there was a person with related memories."

"But... it wasn't his own. One of his drinking buddies was a sailor, and the sailor's former superior was transferred to a series of ships starting with 'Hell'."

"You have a good memory." Sylvia said faintly.

Shadow shrugged: "This is one of the few pleasures for the shadow spirits in the underworld, and this is also the reason why I came out."

"Let's go back to that memory: the series of ships starting with "Hell" are all warships, built by a dwarf kingdom, with the purpose of attacking the slave trade route of the Hailan Empire from the sea. The largest of these ships is nearly 50 meters long, can accommodate nearly 200 crew members and 300 to 400 tons of cargo, equipped with a large number of ballistas and catapults, and even has the ability to attack cities."

"I guess this shield comes from the sailors on those ships, and the position of the gem inlay also confirms this."

"Almost," Ron nodded, "You elves have a long lifespan, even this kind of history can be experienced personally."

"But you guessed wrong about one thing, this shield did not come from any sailor, but from the ships themselves. To be more specific, this shield is' Part of the hull of the Hell Angel. "

"A Eldrin shipbuilder from the Elven Wilds participated in the manufacture of these ships, animating part of the hull so that it could obtain nutrients from water and sunlight, and exude fresh juice to repair itself when injured. "

"After the battleship was sunk, the elves salvaged part of the wreckage and reforged it, limiting its extra growth of vines and branches, making it a kite-shaped shield that can be used normally-named "Hell Angel Kite". "

"Look at the inside of it," Ron turned the shield over, and there was a line of words engraved in Elvish, "'On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, the Hell Angel was sunk at...' Its commemorative significance is obviously greater than its practical use. "

"But even so, the elven spellcasters still enchanted it-when the holder is attacked by the dwarves, this shield will emit a piercing scream that only the dwarves can hear. "

"It's a bit too insulting," Yelena stuck out her tongue, "The relationship between elves and dwarves has never been very good, but this is too hurtful."

"Maybe it's because of this that when the Hailan Empire fell, the dwarves were one of the most ruthless races to settle accounts with them." Constance sighed.

"This is for you, Victoria," Ron handed over the kite-shaped shield, "Now you don't have to worry about not having a shield that fits your hand."

"I just hope this won't offend Rurik," Victoria held the shield in her hand and tried it out, "It's quite useful, but our blacksmith will definitely not like this hellish joke."

"What do you care about him?" Sylvia said a little unhappy, "The dwarf is not making or forging things all day long, and it's hard for him to do anything. This is perfect: unless he can make a better shield, how about you just hold this in front of him?"

"Okay, okay, those mines can't send people to mine now, and he has nothing to do with his hands free," Ron stopped Sylvia's ICU idea, "Ivy, put down another one, I have a hunch that there may be a big prize in this pink one!"