Chapter 287: There is a big boss behind me.
Things seem to be going right.
The ghost ship was the beginning of the war between humans and demons, but the real trigger was the demon sword Porfil.
He personally didn't remember the specific reason, but it was spread by word of mouth among players, so the authenticity should be quite high.
But the Demon Sword Pofil is a two-handed sword that can be used by humans. Its three-meter-long shape is really too exaggerated.
At this time Mrs. Anna came over, her forehead was covered with sweat.
She was actually at a disadvantage just now.
If the beating lasted for another ten minutes, something would probably happen to her.
But fortunately Hardy directly killed the most important 'summoner'.
"This sword is a bit outrageous." Mrs. Anna thought for a while and subconsciously asked: "Is it for the Balrog or the Fear Demon?"
In addition to the Nightmare Knights, the Demon Race also has three giant races.
They are the Balrog, the Dread Demon, and the Dark Titan.
But the problem is that the weapons of these three races are mostly sticks and boulders.
The material is easy to get, one stick weighs a ton, and there is no need for so-called sturdiness. If you just drop it with a stick, most living things will die.
Only a few giant races can bear it.
Even if it's broken, you can just use a shaping magic to get another one out of the ground.
The weapons are endless!
"This thing is not used by ordinary demons." Hardy shook his head and said: "This is the magic sword Bophire." The
purple-haired girl just now is actually the embodiment of the magic sword Bophire, so she can naturally Carry it'.
Lady Anna's eyes widened.
The Demonic Sword Bophire is as famous as the Holy Sword.
Although most people don't know what they look like, it does not prevent their names from being spread throughout the world.
"But why is it so big?"
"Maybe it's because he's 'independent'?"
Hardy stepped forward and stroked the sword.
As a result, the sword began to shrink a bit.
This change stunned Hardy and Mrs. Anna for a moment.
Hardy put his hands on the sword again, and the giant sword quickly shrank. In less than twenty seconds, it became the size of a normal two-handed sword.
Hardy grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands and raised it.
Then he felt that the sword seemed to have a connection with himself.
First there was an unpleasant voice like 'hum' in my mind.
Then there was a scream: "Ahhhhh!"
When the voice sounded in his mind, it almost shattered the sea of Hardy's soul.
"Your soul, why is your soul white, and why does it have such strong light power?" This voice was already full of fear: "Throw me away, hurry up... I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" "
Hardy didn't throw it away.
He takes soft things rather than hard ones. The magic sword Bophier is essentially an evil soul, or a weapon spirit.
If it dies, it will be a good thing for the entire human world.
And at this moment, Hardy felt a warm feeling in his soul.
"I thought Hardy's soul had a little more dirt in it, but I didn't expect it was you, little guy."
The voice of the goddess of light was still soft, but she seemed to have some unhappy emotions in it.
"Goddess of Light? Why the Goddess of Light?"
The voice of Demon Sword Bofil was filled with panic to an incredible degree. "Why can't it be me."
"Let me go, let me go." Demon Sword Bofil's voice became more and more urgent: "I didn't know this was your man, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore. "
You're talking nonsense." The voice of the goddess of light seemed unhappy, but she didn't seem that unhappy: "Forget it, Hardy just needs a suitable weapon. Let me change your attributes.
" After the goddess's voice said these words, Porfil's screams became quieter and soon disappeared.
Then I heard the voice of the goddess of light continue to say: "Hadi, I have solved this little trouble for you. Please pray more in the future. Don't spend three days drying the net and two days fishing." After that,
he didn't wait. Hardy replied, and the goddess of light left.
"Why are you walking so fast?" Hardy muttered.
It was also at this time that a clear girlish voice appeared in Hardy's mind.
"Phew, I was scared to death. I really thought I was dead."
Different from the voice of Demon Sword Bofil just now, the girl's voice at this time was very sweet and crisp.
In fact, the voice of Demon Sword Porphyr was quite good before, more mature and full of fierceness.
Hardy waved the long sword, and then asked Mrs. Anna: "This is for you, do you want it?"
Mrs. Anna shook her head: "I use daggers, and I don't know how to sword."
At this time, Porfil said hurriedly: " Don't give me away, I will not surrender to those creatures that are weaker than me."
Hardy's power frightened Porfil.
From her point of view, Hardy's strength is actually just okay.
The power of magic is not particularly great. Although the Nightmare Knight looks tall, it is just like that among the four giant races among the demons.
But Hardy has rich fighting experience.
With the same strength, strong fighting ability and novice fighting are two completely different concepts.
The former can achieve 120% performance, while the latter may not even achieve half of its performance.
"Okay, I'll keep you for now." Hardy smiled, and then asked: "What are you doing to make this place like this?"
"Sacrifice." Pofil whispered: "I Without the master, there will be no supply of magic power and life force. After coming to the human world, you have to find those very hostile people and absorb their life force and magic power." "
A few thousand people in one breath?"
Demon Sword Bophie Er said with embarrassment: "There is no way, their strength is too poor, and the quality of their blood and magic power is completely substandard. The quality is not enough and they can only be made up of quantity."
Hardy sighed helplessly.
"These people are going to be killed by you."
In the Nightmare Knight state, Hardy saw that their lives were on the verge of death.
He couldn't save him even if he wanted to. After all, lack of vitality was something that he, the Nightmare Knight, couldn't solve.
Unless there are more than two to three hundred priests on the scene, so many people can be rescued.
"No, no, they can't die."
Porfil quickly explained: "Although I absorbed their life force to the limit, and they looked like they were about to die, it did not really damage their lifespan. They can recover after stopping sucking, probably tomorrow morning. Of course it will take several days to wake up and fully recover."
Hardy breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.
He sat down and waited here. During this period, Mrs. Anna came over, snuggled against Hardy, and closed her eyes to rest.
There was always a happy smile on her face.
Then at noon the next day, the soldiers in the camp gradually woke up.
And Andrew Spencer was almost the last one to wake up.
There is no way, he is the oldest and doesn't exercise much, so he has the worst physical fitness among this group of people.
He felt his body was limp, and when he saw Hardy, he subconsciously asked: "What happened?"
(End of Chapter)