Chapter 810 The Lion Iron Seal

"Huhuhu~" An old man with scattered hair and beard at the foot of the frozen misty mountain range walked at the foot of the mountain with a long strip wrapped in animal skin and cloth.

"Ouch!" The old man stepped on the air and fell into a snow nest. He threw himself a bruised nose and swollen face when he was not careful.

"Ouch..." The old man touched his waist and abdomen, and when he reached out his hand, he was covered in red.

"Damn it! The wound is cracked again! Miscellaneous orcs! I curse you to have a son without an asshole!" The old man bent down and covered the wound and moaned, as if fire could be emitted from his eyes.

"Battle! Beast!" The old man muttered in his mouth, cursing the orcs in the north for a moment, twisting a few thick branches from the snow pile next to him. The branches thick with their arms were not much stronger than tofu under the old man's big hand covered with war flames. The old man threw the broken branches together, pulled out a few dead branches, and quickly ignited them. Then the old man quickly stuffed them into the gap under the branches pile.

"Crack!" The bonfire reddishly the old man's face and warmed his gradually stiff body. He took out an iron jar from the space ring and dug a spoon of snow, boiled the snow, spread a linen cloth and soaked it in boiling water, then picked it up and wiped the wound between his chest and abdomen.

"Hiss! These wolf cubs are so cruel! What a vicious curse!" The old man laughed in silence. Looking at the strange black runes on the wound, he couldn't help but poke his hand out to condense the fire-type battle aura and try to drive out the curse.

"It's so disgusting!" The old man sighed slowly, and said speechlessly as he looked at the curse runes that disappeared in his body. These curses consciously avoided his expulsion and purification, and were hidden deep in his body. Apart from sacred magic and light magic, it was really difficult to eliminate him.

"Uh..." The old man put the medicine on the wound and wanted to stand up, but his hand slipped and he fell to the ground. The thing wrapped in the animal skin also fell off to the ground. It was a cold rifle. The simple and atmospheric rifle was not gorgeous, and it was even a little inconspicuous. Except for the sharp sharpness of the thorny person's eyes, most people would not even look at him directly.

"The sky is so bright! Why not be as weak as me!" A few crystals flashed in the old man's eyes. He tried desperately to struggle. He gasped at the gradually brighter sky, and his eyelids gradually became heavier.

"Uncle Leo! Uncle Leo!" In the hazy, Leo seemed to hear the call of his young master. He desperately wanted to raise his hand, and wanted to put on armor to follow him again, but his increasingly heavy eyelids and unruly hands and feet ignored his thoughts. He struggled for a few times and then fell into the darkness.

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"Quick! Please, Lord Dura! Olaf! Go to my desk and bring the iron box! Speed! Fast!" Apophis Breo shouted anxiously.

"Here! Come!" Dula hurriedly ran over with his staff.

"My God! What's wrong with him? What's wrong with him?" Dura said in shock.

"Save people! You must save him! Please!" Apophis Breo almost knelt down for Dura.

"Okay, okay, your highness, calm down! Let's take a look first!" Green magic runes appeared on Du La's fingers, and a set of life healing techniques was repaired first. Although I don't know what happened, it would be absolutely impossible to replenish vitality. The biggest advantage of this skill is to hold your life and facilitate the rescue.

"Damn it! What kind of fuck is this death curse?" Dula's eyes widened. No one had taught him how to remove the death curse cast by a sixth-level professional!

"You don't know?" Apophis Breo grabbed Dura nervously and trembled.

"Can I know? I am a fourth-level mage! The sixth-level thing is too far from me! I can't tell it at all!" Dula was so irritated that no one told himself that a fourth-level spell caster should deal with a sixth-level spell caster! The magician is not as good as a warrior. The huge gap between mental power and magic cannot be balanced by technology. The magicians can kill enemies beyond the level and all geniuses in the magicians are all geniuses who can kill enemies across the level! The gap between the fourth-level and the sixth-level is like a vast sea in front of Dula.

"My God! What's wrong? Your Highness!" Olaf hurriedly ran over with the box in his arms.

"Quick!" Apophis Breo took out the Grand Duke's Order and placed it on Leo. The effect was immediate. The Grand Duke's Order with the ability to expel evil directly restricted the further corrosion of Leo by the curse.

"Hope it works!" Apophis Breo solemnly opened the interlayer of the box and took out an iron seal the size of a bottle cap from it.

"Is this?" Olaf and Dura's eyes stagnated. Although they didn't understand this thing, the quaint aura and faint pressure on it made the two understand that this might not be a simple thing.

"Epic jewelry and wonder?" Olaf said in confusion.

"I'm afraid it's a legendary magic item!" Dura said in surprise.

"It's mythical level! The artifact of the Breo family! The private seal of the first generation of the grand duke - the lion's iron seal!" Apophis Breo said solemnly.

"Artificial Artifact?" Olaf lowered his voice in horror. You should know that the artifact is a divine dragon that is rare in sight, and it is rare for ordinary people to see it.

"It's also... the King of the Lion Family may be..." Dura gripped his chin and said seriously. With the position of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the Emperor, the Empire is definitely willing to give the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the King of the

"But shouldn't the material of the artifact be the kind of Bulling? This kind of gray is also a magical artifact?" Olaf looked at Apophis Breo in surprise and placed the iron seal in his hand on Leo's chest. A huge pressure emanated, and at the same time, a phantom of a lion appeared lifelike in the void.

"He was originally a personal seal of his ancestors when he was founded with His Majesty, but after being warmed by the great masters of all generations and having received the gift of God... so it would be best to transform into a divine weapon!" Apophis Breo said calmly, yes, the artifact is not only born with the casting, but also a method of birth of miracles and miracles. For example, Osbaiya's equipment transformed into a divine weapon and passed down.

"Then is this thing effective?" Dura asked in confusion.

"Of course, his effect is to inspire the protection of the lion's soul and avoid the erosion of abnormal states. I think it should be possible!" Apophis Breo thought for a while.
Chapter completed!