Ranger King of Azeroth

  Chapter 316 The Reborn Quel Sela

  In a barren mountain in the Duke of Theron, a huge black dragon looked at a handsome high elf with a scar on his face with pitiful eyes.

   "Master, do you really need to bleed? It hurts..."

   "Don't talk nonsense, this little blood is nothing to your body size, right? It should be used to promote metabolism."

"oh…"

  The black dragon reluctantly stretched out the sharp nail on the right front paw and cut a wound on the left front paw, and the bright red dragon blood flowed down her paw into the vat below.

Charlemagne looked at the bucket of dragon blood that was already half full, inserted the powerless Quel'sera in front of Onyxia's dragon head and said, "Okay, that's all, Liadrin, stop her bleeding Bar."

"no problem!"

   Liadrin was very emotional at this time, and she had already obtained Charlemagne's promise that this upper-level dragon-forged blade, which is the sword of Quelderra's sisters, would be temporarily handed over to her after recasting.

  Following the female man's continuous casting of several holy light spells, Onyxia's scar on her left front paw healed quickly, and Princess Black Dragon raised her paw in surprise to look at it.

   "A paladin? Although I heard about it during the Second Orc War, I didn't expect there to be such a priest who wears plate armor and plays close combat."

Charlemagne backed away from Onyxia's front, and explained with a smile, "I think you are mistaken. Paladins and priests are two professions with completely different systems. Although they both use holy light, they are essentially It has made a huge difference."

  After all, the original intention of Paladin was to be a melee profession, and the various usages of priests who rely on holy light magic to attack and heal from a distance are very different in various usages. This has been clearly reflected in World War II.

Fragile priests can only stay behind to heal wounded soldiers most of the time, while paladins can charge on the front line and try their best to save the lives of their comrades. The appearance of this profession boosts the morale of the front line more than his own The value is much greater.

   "Okay, let's start. I also want to see what height this recast Quel'Sera will reach."

  Charlemagne retreated to Liadrin's side, and the two waited with anticipation for the next performance of the Black Dragon Princess.

Onyxia turned the faucet and looked at the surrounding environment. The barren mountain arranged by Charlemagne is located on the back of the mountain in the southeast of the Tower of Morning Star. The entire mountain is bare and there is nothing. There is no need to worry that the appearance of the black dragon will scare the territory here. residents within.

After seeing Charlemagne nodding, Onyxia took a deep breath towards the wide-edged sword in front of her. The strong suction made the sand and gravel on the surrounding ground start to gather in her direction. past.

"hold head high!"

Following Onyxia's instinctive loud dragon roar, hot shadow flames gushed out from her mouth and sprayed towards Quelcella who was stuck on the ground, and the entire sword was burned almost instantly. It was red, but the sword that had been specially processed by the dragon clan was not melted, and it still stood firm in place.

  After Onyxia spewed out the flames in her belly, Charlemagne turned to Liadrin and said, "Go, it should be quenched in dragon's blood next, pay attention to protect your hands."

   Liadrin nodded excitedly, and immediately walked towards the land that had been scorched black by the shadow flames.

  After completing her work, Onyxia had already turned back into the form of a high elf. She deliberately pretended to be exhausted and staggered to Charlemagne and threw herself on him.

   "Master, I'm so tired, can you give me a hug?"

  Charlemagne glanced at the showman with a blank face. After more than a year of baptism, his heart has long been without any fluctuations.

   "What are you pretending to do? Just one mouthful of dragon breath can make you tired, so you, the Black Dragon Princess, are too tired. Don't make trouble, just watch carefully. This kind of scene is rare."

  Onyxia pouted dissatisfiedly, "Hmph...Master is getting harder and harder to deal with."

  At this time, Liadrin had already walked to Quel'sera. She first cast a small holy shield on her hand. Having reached the peak of a hero, she used the holy light more proficiently than before.

   "呲~"

  As Liadrin held the hilt of the sword, a toothache sound came from her direction. The female man's expression changed, and she immediately pulled out the whole red sword, and walked towards the dragon's blood at a faster pace.

   "Hiss!"

   When Liadrin dipped the entire sword in dragon blood to quench it, a louder burning sound came from the barrel, and both Charlemagne and Onyxia walked to the barrel to observe the situation.

Under the soaking of dragon's blood, Quel'sera's red sword had gradually returned to its original color. When Liadrin pulled out the sword again, the three of them could clearly feel the blood flowing on the whole sword. The powerful energy of Charlemagne's familiar green streamer finally appeared on the surface of the sword body.

  Charlemagne smiled gratifiedly, "It seems to be a success. Quel'Sera, the blade of the upper dragon cast, finally regained its former glory today."

   Liadrin excitedly held the holy sword that left many legends in the history of the elves, and the woman who couldn't bear the excitement waved Quel'Sera, leaving green afterimages in the air.

   "Om! Om!"

  The heavy sound of breaking wind accompanied by the dancing of the sword reached the ears of Charlemagne and Onyxia.

  Princess Black Dragon showed an interested expression on her face, "Hey? It seems quite decent. Although it does not meet the standard of a divine weapon, it is only one step away. It is not an exaggeration to say that this sword is a quasi-sacred weapon."

Seeing the extremely satisfied expression on Liadrin's face, Charlemagne smiled and nodded, "After all, it is the holy sword that the guardian dragons once forged for the highborne, maybe it and Quel'Delar will still have it in the future." room for improvement."

In fact, this sword will not be used by female men for too long in Charlemagne's vision. After all, the Guardian of Truth is still waiting for her on the Shield Rest Island in the Storm Fjord. Quelcella is a temporary substitute. After Charlemagne finished his current work, he was ready to recover some artifacts that could be found.

   After the recasting is completed, Charlemagne opens the portal and sends Liadrin to Tarquin. This woman wants to show off her new weapon to her boyfriend...

Charlemagne took Onyxia directly to Silvermoon City. Today, Jaina happened to go to the Arcane Association to receive the teachings of Antonidas and was not in the library. The fifth floor of the large library.

  Modant saw Charlemagne's arrival and hurriedly grabbed him, "Duke Theron, you are finally here! We have brought the finished product from our respective laboratories, what do you think?"