Chapter 38 Elsa's Temptation: Double Death Warning! (4,000 words long chapter, please vote)

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Opposite the Odysseus Arms Shop was a restaurant. Hermann, who was standing at the window, suddenly sneezed.

His injuries have completely healed. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you would even doubt whether the half-dead person before was really Herman?

His mental state seemed to be much better than before, at least he was not so crazy anymore.

The right hand moved quickly back and forth.

Don't get me wrong, he didn't do anything bad. He just took a file and kept rubbing the nails of his left hand... Some strange changes occurred in his body. His fingernails grew very fast. When he woke up one night, they would be seven or eight centimeters long, curved like hooks, and as sharp as knives!

He could only keep cutting and grinding his nails.

The golden eyeballs had turned dark red, and countless tiny things were wriggling in the depths of the pupils.

Staring at the two figures opposite him, he could see the charm and temptation on Irelia's face. There was no doubt that during the three days when he was suffering, Irelia and Ron's life could only be described as dissolute, and they probably tried many positions.

Ah, Irelia looks more alluring than ever.

That was clearly a good thing that only he could enjoy, but now it was all given to Ron. When Herman thought of this, the killing intent in his chest became stronger than ever. However, Herman showed incredible calmness at this moment. He seemed to have grown a lot in just three days. No matter how strong the killing intent in his chest was, he had no intention of taking action directly.

He even lamented his previous stupidity. Why did he have to do it himself to deal with a mere Ron? Herman looked to the side.

Right beside him, there were three figures standing.

A sturdy man with a strong build, wearing steel armor and a scar on his face. This guy's arms are thicker than the thighs of ordinary people, and his whole body is covered with muscles that seem to be cast into steel. He looks a little stupid, but the axe on his shoulder has chopped countless people's bones.

Blood Axe Simon! A petite, slender girl whose skin-tight leather armor could not show any curves smoother than the floor. Her narrow face seemed to be a little immature, like an underage girl. But anyone who dared to look down on her would pay the most tragic price.

Boning knife Marty!

Her favorite thing to do was to use the dagger in her hand to peel off the fascia and flesh from the victim one by one, and enjoy the pleasure of blood splattering all over the body.

She was Simon's wife... Hermann admitted that Mattie tasted really good.

While enjoying Maddie, Herman felt as if he understood Ron... other people's women always felt more attractive.

So, if he takes Irelia back now, will it make him even crazier? As for the last person, he is a handsome young swordsman.

He looks the most normal among the three, but he may also be the most perverted.

Cut Eden in space! He drew his sword as fast as lightning, as if he had teleported.

At the same time, his favorite thing to do was to slit the throat of his temporary lover while feeling his temporary lover's cries and struggles.

Eden had expressed her love to Hermann many times, but was rejected by Hermann every time.

Even though Hermann thought he was not a good person, he always kept his distance from Eden.

These three people committed countless crimes and were wanted by the Kingdom of Granville and the Church of the Goddess of Dawn. They were eventually captured alive. His father saw that these three people still had some strength, so he used some tricks and randomly captured three people of similar body shapes from outside and sent them to the guillotine. He replaced the three of them, planted secret techniques in their bodies, and arranged them to serve as bodyguards beside Hermann.

Ron's strongest is only disaster level one star, while these three are disaster level one star, disaster level one star, disaster level two stars... This time, the real advantage is on me.

I don’t believe that Ron can’t be killed.

The smile on Herman's face became more and more intense: "If Ron is really a prophet, would he know that we want to kill him?"

In his grinning mouth, one can clearly see that Hermann's teeth seem to have become sharper, like canine teeth, and even slightly curved.

Simon's muffled voice came, directly denying Ron's identity as a prophet:

"Impossible. Absolutely impossible."

"For thousands of years, there has only been one person who can truly be called a prophet, and that is Archibald." The handsome young swordsman Eden also expressed his thoughts: "It is said that before he went crazy, he left behind a book of prophecies that predicted the disaster that the world might face a thousand years later."

"However, the prophecy was written in a language invented by Archibald himself. It should be the filthy language he used to curse the gods before he died."

"Over the past thousand years, although some people occasionally found fragments of the prophecy book, it was still difficult to decipher this kind of text."

"This Ron probably just found some fragments of the prophecy book from somewhere, and then came out to play tricks. After all, he is a scholar of ancient characters, so it's not surprising that he can decipher some of the content."

"Don't worry, Master. If the three of us can take down Ron, it's almost certain that we'll win!"

Herman clapped his hands and smiled: "That's very good."

"Wait until Ron comes out of Odysseus's weapon shop, and then start right away..."

Herman didn't want to cause trouble in Odysseus's Weapon Shop. After all, the owner of that weapon shop was very powerful and he didn't want to be disturbed by irrelevant factors in the process of killing Ron.

"Remember, don't hurt Irelia."

"It's better not to kill Ron directly. I will make him understand what despair is." Herman said grimly.

Ron must also experience all the humiliation and pain that he had ever suffered!

Irelia, I will let you know who is the man who truly deserves you! ...

Inside the shop.

Ron sat in the chair and waited quietly, thinking in his heart.

His current strength should not be a match for Virgil, but if he can buy a handy, purple excellent grade weapon and strengthen it to the full thirteen, even Virgil, a disaster-level seven-star master, may be able to fight for a short time! I just don't know what the strength of the three killers outside is.

I hope they aren’t all at Virgil’s level. If three of them come down at once, he really won’t be able to handle it.

Of course, Ron is not without means to save his life, such as the special effects of the Ring of Hercules and the protection of Hercules.

He drew upon himself the power of Hercules.

This move might put an extremely exaggerated burden on the body, but on the other hand, Ron's strength would increase several times.

Ron knew about the special task of upgrading the Ring of Hercules, but it could not be completed in Larnaca.

Plus the ultimate dodge that can be used once a day.

If you really can't defeat the other person, running away should be no problem.

It's a pity that Herman acted a little too early. If Ron was given enough time to buy a complete set of purple equipment and fully enhance them, then he wouldn't have to worry about anything.

Ron was very quiet, but Irelia was more lively in comparison. Her slender figure moved back and forth between the shelves, and she seemed to be very interested in these weapons.

Not long after, footsteps were heard from the inner hall. Ron looked in the direction of the sound and saw Morimo's fat body reappearing in front of him. In his arms was... yes, he was holding a slender magic wand about 1.2 meters long very tightly.

It was black in color and as thick as a child's arm! Its surface was smooth and looked like it was made of some kind of wood, yet it shone with a metallic luster.

The top of the stick looks like a tree knot, uneven but polished to be very round.

From Morimo's flushed face and grunting posture, it can be felt that this staff completely meets Ron's needs.

He is very heavy.

Also very hard.

It can definitely blow up the enemy's dog head in one go.

Finally, Morimo walked up to Ron and carefully placed the staff on the table in front of Ron.

clang!

Although Morimo was very careful, he still made a dull sound.

The table was creaking even more.

"Huh...Sir, I think this weapon should meet your requirements." Morimo wiped the sweat from his forehead and said breathlessly.

Ron stood up.

"This is a weapon forged by Master Odysseus himself. It is an attempt by the master. As you know, ordinary staffs prefer to use osmanthus wood, moonwood, and black sycamore. Combined with mithril, they have great advantages in magic penetration. But these staffs themselves are quite fragile and cannot withstand excessive impact. They are easily damaged or even broken." Morimo introduced in a rambling manner.

"Master Odysseus is ready to change this situation, so he chose ironwood that no one has ever used, and it is a hundred years old. As you know, ironwood is harder than steel. The staff forged with ironwood is absolutely the ultimate in strength."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"See this tree knot above? Believe me, it will fit your needs perfectly."

"Moreover, Master Odysseus has only forged this hundred-year-old ironwood magic staff. It is a rare weapon. You deserve it."

Wasn't it because the hundred-year-old ironwood magic wand couldn't be sold at all that they only forged this one? Apart from anything else, just the weight alone meant that few magicians could lift it.

Why did this guy turn the disadvantages into advantages? He is indeed a salesman.

Ron turned a deaf ear to Morimo's words and stretched out his right hand towards the magic wand.

"Be careful, it's heavy." Morimo warned from the side.

If Ron hurts his wrist, it could be another problem.

After all, the other party is a clergyman. Although Master Odysseus is very famous, he is ultimately just a craftsman and businessman, and his status is not on the same level as that of a clergyman.

He even wanted to see Ron make a fool of himself... but he was also worried that if the young master couldn't pick it up right away, he would get angry. Morimo regretted it a little. Maybe he shouldn't have taken out the magic wand. This young master, especially in front of his female companion, cares most about his face.

If you can't lift it and feel embarrassed and make trouble here, you will be in trouble.

Morimo wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

Ron's fingertips had already landed on the ironwood, which was a little cold. He grabbed the stick with a few fingers. The next second, in front of Morimo's surprised eyes, the heavy ironwood fell off the table with a whoosh and was caught in Ron's palm with one hand.

Waved it casually a few times.

Woo! Woo! Woo! The sound of tearing the air was heavy and had a texture.

The fat on Morimo's face kept trembling. He wanted to see Ron make a fool of himself, but he didn't expect that he would be the one to make a fool of himself. He almost couldn't help but scream.

This century-old ironwood magic wand weighs eighty-two kilograms!

Not to mention magicians, even some weaker warriors can't pick it up with one hand. Even if they can pick it up, it is absolutely impossible for them to wave it around so casually.

Why did the magic wand that I had been working so hard on seem to have no weight in this guy's hand? The most outrageous thing was that this guy even used the magic wand as a slender sword, making a sword flower... no, a wand flower!

He wanted to ask, are you really a wizard? Seeing the black staff whizzing past him, Morimo silently took two steps back. After all, if he didn't hold it firmly and it slipped out of his hand, his head would instantly turn into a watermelon hit by a hammer.

Finally, Ron stopped.

He took a look at the attributes: [Ironwood Staff: Purple, excellent, it is a staff, not a hammer! ]

[Enhancement Level: 0]

[Magic Attack +4]

[Physical Attack +127]

[Additional special attributes; Strength +98]

[Additional special effect: Physical damage bonus 10%]

[When you have no magic power, you will find that this staff is so excellent! ]

Although it is only purple equipment, as a weapon, the added attack power is slightly higher than the epic Ring of Hercules.

Ron exhaled, and he glanced at Morimo: "Anything heavier?"

Morimo's lips trembled slightly, and after a long time he exhaled: "Sorry sir, no more."

"Okay..." Ron didn't put down the staff and wanted to ask about the price.

System Elsa seems to be particularly active today.

Ron could see a pair of white and tender hands quietly circling his neck from behind, and the distinctly black and white hair began to sway in front of his eyes.

From the corner of his eye, he could even see Elsa's delicate profile.

That beautiful face, like that of a real goddess, is incomparably beautiful.

The slightly pale, bloodless lips slowly moved closer to Ron's ear. Ron knew very well that Elsa did not have a real body.

But at this moment, Ron had a strange feeling as if Elsa's pink lips were holding his ear.

The inexplicable itching made his breathing quicken.

[Beep, system prompt, infinite death system is activated. ]

[Mission Background: You are a traitor. Although you did not take the initiative to join the Eternal Freedom Sect, in their eyes, you are a shameful traitor for joining the Church of the Goddess of Dawn. The Eternal Freedom Sect will never show any mercy to traitors. An inspector is on the way to find you...]

[Mission objective: Survive! ]

[That is a powerful patrol officer. She is really strong! ]

[Task rewards: distributed according to your means of survival! ]

[Death countdown: 3,600 seconds! ]

Double death warning!

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