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He didn’t reply, instead, he strode over to the weapon rack and scrutinised the available weapons closely to make his pick. Her eyes roamed about, watching the man select his weapon. She could tell he wasn’t an ordinary fighter. He ignored the light weapons, moving towards the heavier weapons: the great axes, greatswords, a ball-chain-like weapon known as the meteor hammer, a bludgeon, and many others. “What if I say my desired weapon isn’t among the ones available here?” He questioned in a deep, confident voice. Ah, the audacity! She thought irately, but just plastered a false smile in pretence over her face.

He could not help but ask, "Senior brother, isn't there an exceptional weapon here? Why isn't there any trace of it?" "Yes, there is indeed a formidable weapon. It should be a peerless killing weapon, a supreme killing weapon. That kind of aura is really too terrifying..." When it came to this peerless weapon, even Vince Schmidt could not help showing an unconcealable horror on his face.

Fusing metals to birth various monstrosities to wage wars in the name of the king. Valerik's first destination was a smithy. He had traveled a long distance and had last sharpened his blades over two years ago. How many to be exact was a figure beyond his recollection. Scrulli's smithy, the wooden placard above the building read. Smithies display an assortment of weaponries at their entrances, longswords, broadswords, shields, armors, chainmail, throwing knives, daggers, and the like. In major cities, such things as scimitars which were far from weapons of the Realm could be found on display. This smithy, however, displayed an assortment of kitchen wares; knives, spoons, even pots. Not the r

“Come on, then. Let’s get you a weapon.” The armory was more impressive than I expected — rows of swords, daggers, and spears lined the walls. A large, ornate silver axe hung over the fireplace, glowing faintly in the dim light. Fredrick pulled a sword from one of the racks and tested its weight. “Too heavy for you.” He put it back. “We need something fast. Light.” I stepped forward, my gaze landing on a pair of twin daggers with intricate moon carvings along the hilts. They felt cool and balanced in my hands like they belonged there.

The weapon ticket you received can only purchase a weapon of level D below] I currently have a sacrificial sword. It is a rank D weapon too. But if you forge five sacrificial weapon, it's stats would be on par with a rank B weapons. Tha poison kings dagger, it was just a rank D weapon too. Which is why it was somewhat similar to the prize of the sacrificial sword. As for Saypher, there is no doubt that he have a rank SSS weapon. The only weapon that have that stats. As for those kids, maybe their weapons are in C rank.

The armor is like a second life to the knights. Aledos selected almost the same weapons as him, but instead of the 2-form gun, he took a box of exotic throwing knifes. The squires are only allowed to take up to 5 pieces of equipment. He picks the throwing knifes as he is more of a melee-oriented fighter. Both friends researched and decided their weapons based on their style of fighting. Most of the squires picked their weapons on a whim. Kalen dreamt of himself wielding a set of weapons like what he is using now. He felt like he was a badass and he love how he looked.

His silver eyes locked onto Lillian the moment she approached, and he wasted no time. "Pick a weapon." Lillian blinked. "Excuse me?" Soren gestured to the long table of weapons beside them—blades, axes, bows, and even a few more exotic tools she didn’t recognize. "You want to survive here? Fight. Choose your weapon." Lillian hesitated. She had held a dagger before, but against Lycans? It felt laughable. Still, she reached for a simple short sword, its weight unfamiliar in her hands. Soren nodded. "Good choice. Let’s see if you can use it."

she says with a bubbly smile. With a look of curiosity, Amelia unwraps the pouch to reveal two very unique weapons. I’ve seen these weapons before back at Invictus but haven’t seen them in action. They have black hilts, a long blade in the middle and two smaller pronged blades on each side. Amelia’s face currently looks like how mine did the first time Chris took me to a candy store. “No way! You got me a pair of sai!” She exclaims enthusiastically. Yildiz chuckles, “I knew you’d like them. They’re forged from iron, so you’ll find them very effective.”

Then he grabbed a belt another soldier was holding and unsheathed a longsword. Scarlett had never seen one close up, but she knew its name. Most of the women in Karai used smaller swords, poleaxes, axes, or lances. But a sword was just a piece of metal. The wielder had to know how to use it in order for it to be effective. “And what is your name, Mr.?” “Humbert,” he said, giving a small bow. “Fire… or magic tricks of any sort aren’t allowed.” “I won’t need any magic,” said Scarlett, smiling.

He must really respect his father. “How come are all the weapons so clean?” I ask, looking at the minuscule Sigmond crest in the hilt of the sword “It looks like they’ve been well maintain all this time.” “It is be something about the door, I suppose.” Zen says, and I turn around to find him looking through a trunk I walk over to him just as he pulls something out. A set of daggers, maybe a little bigger than Silver Death, made of gleaming black material. “Is this what we’re here for?” I put my hands on my knees to lean down for a closer look. They look like piece of obsidian, Zen and mine faces reflected in them.