Noble's Slender Sword Drop Rate Novels & Stories

I lowered my eyelashes a bit—go on, agree. “Yes. Both of them. First blood doesn’t count.” “Alex, do you agree with this offer? If not, I can discuss a duel to the first blood or to fight with something that suits you better...” I would prefer a curved boarding saber, but would these two agree? Never. Anyway, a sword would be enough for killing them. “Fine,” I dropped casually. The noble winced, as if I had stuffed a lemon inside his mouth, and waved his hand.

"Do you know how rare that metal is? It's what the weapons of the most powerful void creatures that make it into the Tether are made out of. Nobles don't use Lagorin, and no one in the mortal world knows how to forge it, so how did that switchblade end up in there?" I pull a face, but Mosley seems to be catching onto whatever I'm missing because he abruptly looks even paler than usual. "You think that switchblade is Bethany's?" "Who cares if it is?" I snap. "Look, maybe one of the anti-Noble cultists who raised her picked up the switchblade at the Tether or something. It doesn't matter."

What happened? "I wish I knew but, I really had no idea," Leon answered calmly. That's weird as fuck, it's been known that he has no necro, but that sword is a 'Lightbane,' a sword specially made for Charlanders where its strength depends on the owner's necro. A lightbane, if touched by a new owner, will react and glow respectively to the amount of its owner's necro. Lightbane has its own necro counter, it will determine its owner's strength and will adjust accordingly. The more the necro, the stronger the sword will get. However, it has only a limit of up to 500 necro count. If there are lots of necros, it will shine very bright. If there is little to average amount of necro, its glow is so

Even if ordinary magical equipment is not used, it will reach the end of its life in about a hundred years, so it is simply not affordable for ordinary nobles. Christine herself was equipped with a magnificent knight's sword. This ancestral long sword was forged with the addition of rare metals such as mithril, and its use by a member of the legal profession will not affect spellcasting. It is also engraved with a 'sturdy' magical array, equivalent to a +2 attribute weapon. The sword is said to cost 2,000 gold coins. There are also a few spell scrolls that can be brought along to make up for the lack of spells.

Noelle watched in amazement as he worked, his hands moving with practiced ease. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the master alchemist held up a small vial of liquid. "This is it," he said, handing it to Nathan. Nathan thanked the master alchemist and turned to Noelle. "Let's go," he said, and they made their way back down the treacherous mountain path. As they reached the base of the mountain, they saw the Raven advancing towards the palace. Nathan pulled out his sword. It was unlike any sword Noelle had ever seen. It was long and slender, with a silver blade that shone in the moonlight. The hilt was intricately designed with golden details and the grip was wrapped in black leath

Observe the faces of each person appearing here. All of the vampire nobility and commoners who were taking part in the hunt were gathered off to the side. Before the normal humans were released into the forest and made to act as prey, they were given some basic weapons to protect themselves with. The levels of difficulty for each of these weapons range from one to seven. There is a sharp sword with a special liquid coated on it that can kill a vampire if it hits the vampire in the chest. This sword can be found at the highest possible level. Aside from that, none of the weapons are particularly useful because, in the vampires' eyes, they are mere playthings.

Blood splattered everywhere. "You too!" Chase swung his blade again. Several more warriors fell, becoming lifeless. Chase examined the weapon in his hand. "This sword isn't bad," he remarked, turning it over in his grasp. The sword was originally a mundane-grade spiritual weapon but had recently undergone refinement, elevating it to a profound-grade spiritual weapon. Profound-grade spiritual weapons were far rarer and more valuable than their lesser counterparts. They contained intricate runic formations that provided purer spiritual energy, greatly enhancing a martial artist's cultivation speed.

wondered Lady Pheasant with shock. All eyes turned to Glockford. Glockford's gaze fixed on Logan, his expression grim, yet he remained silent. The battle continued in the air. Both opponents were peerless elites, mastering various techniques. Pearlo waved his arm, and Lambini morphed into nine streaks of sword energy that descended like comets. "Novem Sword!" His single sword split into nine streaks of sword energy, corresponding to the constellations—a profound technique exclusive to Pearl Hall, accessible only to Earthly Celestials.

“You used my sword for a haircut? What kind of haircut was it? That sword might be junk, but I forged that! How is it that every single time you come back to me, the sword gets fractured into more pieces than I pieced back?” Indeed, the weapons that NPCs forged did not break easily despite the inferior attack damage and quality. If Zen was honest, his wakizashi was one of the better masterpieces Ben made. He got it for a steal, but even if the metal was sharp and the sword sturdy, the pink boss slime was simply too difficult to take down with just this sword alone. Zen spent a long time and almost took her down yesterday by using half of his prepared healing items inside the dungeon. He unde

The distinction was stark: wounds could be healed, but hearts pierced by the sacred weapons would not be revived. Eryndor, his chest heaving with exhaustion, gazed upon the carnage with a mix of awe and trepidation. His Shadowsting dagger, still trembling with the force of his final blow, seemed to whisper dark secrets in his ear. Jack Wolf, his Moonwhisper spear a glow with a soft, ethereal light, stood tall amidst the chaos. His eyes locked onto Eryndor, and a silent challenge issued between them. The arena, once a place of savage contest, had become a crucible for something greater. The true battle was far from over; in fact, it was only just beginning.