Noble's Slender Sword Drop Rate 소설 & 이야기

Number 50 was the rude stranger from before his weapon was the most breathtaking of all. Its stats were as follows:- Name: "Soulcutter" ‎Appearance: A dark, curved scythe with an ebony wood staff (6 ft long). Intricate silver etchings (like skeletal vines) crawl along the edge. At the base, a crimson gem glows faintly – said to pulse with every soul "harvested". ‎Stats: ‎- Damage: High melee + possible "soul drain" effect ‎- Range: Long sweep (hits multiple foes)

The other party said with a puzzled tone. "It's too bad. Leave it to others," Chu Xun said. "As expected, Killing God is indeed different from mortals," the man said in a strange voice. Soon, the beast core was bought by someone with 3,000 low-grade spiritual herbs. The second item to be auctioned was an ancient sword. It was a middle-grade Sacred Relic, which caused a stir. After all, it was an offensive weapon. There were many warriors using swords. In the end, its price soared to 50,000 low-grade spiritual herbs.

If it hadn't been witnessed firsthand, no one would believe it. At that moment, the sky began to gather dark clouds, and the daylight dimmed. Sebastian quickly cleaned up the battlefield and found the soul mound of the Wild Boar King within a pile of rocks. This might be the first BOSS killed in 'Wild Valley World,' and, combined with Sebastian's extraordinary luck, it dropped a ton of equipment. [Spirit-Grade - Crimson Cloud Sword]: Strength +15, Critical Hit +7, comes with a 1% armor penetration effect, and every third attack on the same target triggers an additional 50 points of damage.

“Why do the Grenyaar concern themselves with the Shujaari? We have no reason to deal with them.” “I have brought with me something of great value to your people. As a gesture of goodwill.” “What have you brought?” The Minotaur said, scowling. “The sword of Volnar Nev.” The Taurqon straightened, glancing at the figure beside him. He stared at Sir Andric. “Impossible. The sword has been lost for nearly a century.” Andric turned toward the Cadwahl. The Minotaur stepped over, and unstrapped the bundle from his back. He moved past Andric and knelt at the base of the dais, unwrapping the sword. He held it up on his upturned palms.

They could not hide their admiration and ingratiation toward him. The Famed Sword Manor had been around for a few thousand years. They had forged many Violet category weapons, but they could usually only make one every 100 years. However, it seemed like they had made three in a mere ten years. The crowd tried their best to please Jacob. If they could have a good relationship with the Famed Sword Manor, they would not have to worry about having good weapons in the future. Jacob smiled happily; he was extremely pleased. When the Sword Conference ended that day, the Famed Sword Manor's reputation would definitely grow tremendously in the world of cultivators. It would bring much pride to their

------------------ The Centermost of The Great forest of nowhere - The Black Merchant tree house ------------------ The top naked firm build boy in 16-17 is smithing the red-hot sword in the blacksmith behind the tree house. He uses all of his skill and spirit qi to smith all of his equipment, preparing to go out from two years of hiding. This double edge longsword is the best masterpiece from all of his work. It can cut even space if the user has cultivation high enough. This work he commits his all to the person he wants to meet the most. Xiao Lan.

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

He hooked her below her guard several times, almost suffocating her with his shadow, and he knew she had to weaken. He snuck the golden sword from his sleeve, the sword that killed his brother and the maker. The golden sword of the gods who was made from the Shrub of Nod, the tree of life, and dipped in with their blood. He thrashed it at her with a force that no power on land could avoid, and his smile of accomplishment froze as she snatched the sword as if it were a plaything thrown by a babe.

He hooked her below her guard several times, almost suffocating her with his shadow, and he knew she had to weaken. He snuck the golden sword from his sleeve, the sword that killed his brother and his queen. The golden sword of the gods who was made from the Shrub of Nod, the tree of life, and dipped in with their blood. He thrashed it at her with a force that no power on land could avoid, and his smile of accomplishment froze as she snatched the sword as if it were a plaything thrown by a babe.

Minos's blade bounced off Nymgos's arm and the young noble shifted his weight to swing his shield arm up, in an attempt to hit the big drow's head. Nymgos, despite his size, is quick enough to dodge Minos' shield, and he exploited the young noble's open guard to counterattack. Minos didn't see the right hook, only that he felt his jaw shake from the mean punch of the big drow. The young noble staggered back, tasting the blood in his mouth.