Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 93 Magic Swordsman

Bryan lifted the hood of his cloak and brushed his messy hair back—he was now wearing a thick black cloak.

He took a deep breath and exhaled a long cloud of white mist, then took out a letter of introduction from Sir Tix from his coat, and handed it to a guard standing guard at the entrance of the throne room.

The guard spread the sheepskin scroll cleanly, carefully checked the words etched on it, and then nodded expressionlessly, ready to push open the door of the throne room for him.

"Hey, wait a minute! Where are you going?"

A lazy voice came, and the guard immediately avoided his eyes, lowered his eyes, and stopped pushing the door open wisely, guarding the door like a stone sculpture, motionless.

Brian turned around slowly and followed the sound.

When he saw a figure coming out from the shadow of the marble pillar, he immediately suppressed the surprise in his heart, and turned into a calm and calm.

A slender warrior walked towards him lazily, his slender fingers resting casually on the wide belt made of pure gold pieces, and the long rapier hanging around his waist swayed with his steps.

He was wearing a gray cloak, and his long black hair, as smooth as a woman's, hung over his shoulders, like a black halo from the abyss.

His clothes were of a simple dark color, but with many straps wrapped around them, and at each intersection something hung like a pouch, a dagger, or some other rare weapon, and on his feet were worn His wrinkled leather boots rhythmically issued his quick steps.

"What a coincidence." The man said with a smile, "I know you. You're the half-breed half-elf who killed the manticore, right?"

Brian nodded cautiously, his vigilant eyes never leaving the man's hands.

As an experienced adventurer, he knew that ignoring those hands would be dangerous, and he didn't even know when he threw the dagger that was inserted into his body in an instant.

"Hello, Brian, an adventurer who hunts monsters." The man greeted him proactively, and also carefully watched Brian's hands.

"Although we have never met, you may have heard of me. I am Panagiotis Arias Jean Scalia. Do you feel that my handsome name is long and long? It’s hard to remember, in fact, I think so too. Therefore, many people like to call me Snake Eye.”

After speaking, he deliberately blinked his pale, empty eyes at Brian again.

His empty pupils instantly turned into two elongated triangles, like two coiled snake heads, ready to respond to even the slightest provocation.

Brian nodded cautiously again, indicating that he had indeed heard of it.

Of course he knew this man named 'Snake Eye', rather than saying that he was a human being, it would be better to call him a mutant.

Mutants are the mutant products that some extreme evil warlocks inadvertently left behind in taboo bloodline experiments in order to study how to allow ordinary people to cast spells during the magic net ban.

In the depths of the Fallen Star Mountains at the junction of the Kingdom of Campos and the Kingdom of Tegrila, there is a taboo place that specializes in the study of mutants: the Monastery of the Sword.

Almost all mutants on the continent come from there.

If these evil mutants survive the blood curse, they will become stronger and stronger than ordinary people.

At the same time, he also obtained the means to reverse the laws of nature, and even gained limited spellcasting ability.

There are four of the most powerful and famous mutants known.

Their nicknames are: Silver Tiger, Red Wolf, Bear Tooth and Snake Eyes.

It is said that these four mutants were the first batch of people who survived after taking the blood potion. They became famous in the mainland a hundred years ago, and the swords around their waists were stained with the blood of many people.

For some reason, as time passed, their names gradually returned to calm, as if they had completely disappeared.

Brian has traveled the mainland for so many years, and with this one in front of him, he has only seen two of them.

These mutants, who combine fluent combat skills and mysterious power, are all evil and cruel killers, assassins and spies. They serve the underground organizations of the major kingdoms with high remuneration, and often do some shady things.

Moreover, all of them took up the job of magic swordsman, a profession with a balance of magic and swordsmanship.

If Brian's expectations are correct, the mutant who calls himself 'Snake Eyes' in front of him should be a level 10 fighter/part-time level 10 magic swordsman.

Brian also speculated that the reason why the first four long-established magic swordsmen were forgotten by the world is likely to be related to their own "curse of bad luck".

After all, their ability itself is an accidental product of the warlocks' taboo bloodline research, and it is absolutely impossible that there will be no sequelae left behind.

What he didn't expect was that he would meet someone else here.

Seeing Brian's silent nod, the pale and empty pupils of the snake's eyes slowly turned back to round, and said to him:

"You are also here to try your luck to save Princess Corney, you can go there. But, my half-breed friend, you must keep your sword. The old king hired me to be responsible for safety. No one is allowed to enter the palace with weapons. Do you get me?"

Brian shrugged expressionlessly, unsheathed the long sword hanging from his waist, and handed it to Snake Eye.

"Sorry." Snake Eyes took the sword handed over by Brian in surprise, and looked at Brian's wolf fur boots, "Take it out."

Brian took out the two fine gold daggers hidden in the boots and handed them to the other party.

"Sleeves." Snake eyes continued to swim upward along Brian's body like a poisonous snake.

Brian took out a fine gold dagger with a noose from his sleeve, and threw it away.

Facing such a cooperative Brian, Snake Eyes smiled slightly, and played with the noose dagger that Brian handed over with great interest.

In his opinion, the design of this dagger is very exquisite. When it hits, its tip will spread out into four barbs. Although the wound it causes is not deep, it will be extremely painful, and it is almost impossible to pull it out. The most effective way to capture a person.

"Oh my God!" Snake Eye put away Brian's preparations, held his sheathed long sword in his arms, and exclaimed pretendingly:
"I didn't expect you to cooperate with me so politely. Without a word of protest, you handed in all the weapons. It seems that some rumors about you must be exaggerated. I really hope that one day, you will let me I hand over my sword, and then you will see my reaction."

"There will be such a day." Brian said with a smile, but his eyes were not gentle at all.

"Ha ha!"

Snake Eyes grinned and said, "It sounds really scary. Looking at your cold and bluffing face, I almost get goosebumps. Brian, don't you want to know why so many people are afraid of me?"

After finishing speaking, he deliberately glanced at the two guards at the door.

The guard shrank his eyes in fright, and turned his head away.

"Because you are not human." Brian said with a mocking tone, smiling: "So many people say that you have no human feelings, which is the same as the instinctive fear that ordinary people will show when facing ferocious beasts. There is a reason."

"In fact, these ordinary people are just blinded by the smoke." Brian didn't care about the other party's dangerous gaze, and continued:

"You use inhuman faces, cruel and bloody methods, and you make yourself famous in the world by being a mutant. It's like a beekeeper smokes bees, and the bees will just escape the smoke stupidly , instead of stinging your butt, so the bees don't know that after being stung, your butt will swell up like a normal person.

Some people say that you don't have human emotions, in my opinion, it's just nonsense, believe me, as long as a sword is slammed in your ass, you will definitely wail and cry out in pain. "

"Have you finished?" Snake Eyes looked at Brian with interest.

"It's over, can you get out of the way?" Brian returned the same look.

"Of course you can get out of the way." Snake Eyes gently rubbed the scabbard in his arms, "But, half-breed with sharp teeth, do you know what I'm thinking at this moment?"

"Are you wondering if the bee will sting your ass swell up, or will you scream when the sword is stuck in your ass?" Brian showed a smirk.

"No!" Snake Eye held Brian's scabbard with one hand, touched the hilt with the other, and provocatively said:
"I was thinking, if you walk through an alley with your own sword, and I come from the other end, who can get to the opposite side? Don't you want to try?"

"You're provoking me on purpose." Brian said with a smile, "It's because you don't dare to do anything here, you look like a watchdog on a chain, let it bark no matter how fiercely it barks, You can’t bite anyone, can you?”

"Clang!"

The sharp sword was unsheathed, and cold light flashed from the ancient blade, converging on the elf runes carved on the edge of the sword, shining brightly.

Watching his weapon being pulled out of its scabbard by Snake Eyes, Brian remained unmoved and remained calm and collected.

"It's really a good sword." Snake Eye praised, he drew the edge of the sword half a circle in the air, stabbed the sword to the right, stroked the blade and said:

"The name of the sword 'Dawn' comes from the furnace of Thrane dwarves. The fine gold they smelted was used to create a laminated and deconstructed sword blade. The finishing and polishing was done with the skills of the dwarves. The etching, carving and grooves were It's from the elves. I didn't expect this sword to be 150 years old."

Brian looked at Snake Eye in surprise, but didn't answer.

Apparently, even he himself didn't know about the forging process and name of the sword, and he didn't expect the other party to tell them all without thinking.

"Boy, who is 'Silver Tiger' Licio to you?" Snake Eye put the sword into the scabbard and hugged it in his arms, his pale pupils dazed for a moment, and asked.

"I don't know." Brian paused, pretending to be thinking, and then replied affirmatively.

"Don't know?" Snake Eye snorted coldly, "You think I can't see it? This sword is his saber. When you touch the hilt, the angle of bending and lifting your right arm and palm is obvious. It is the sword-drawing style 'dragon raising its head' from Yinlong Swordsmanship. Don't deny it, in my opinion, you have been practicing Yinlong Swordsmanship for ten years if you are conservative."

"I don't know what you're talking about at all." Brian frowned and defended himself: "This sword and swordsmanship were found in a cave when I accidentally fell off a cliff when I was young. A corpse with silver hair."

"15 years ago, Lixio killed the elf Blackman alone, and even the elf king was defeated by his sword." The pale pupils of the snake's eyes kept changing shapes and locked on Brian's body.

"I'm sorry, I just got it in a cave in Blackman 15 years ago." Brian looked into the other's eyes without fear, and smiled, "Maybe I disappointed you."

"So that's it. So, you are a half-breed who grew up in the elf forest." Snake Eye sneered, and said with a mocking tone:
"You like running around so much, you definitely inherited the talent of your elf mother. I guess your mother must often get lost in the forest, that's why you appeared."

"Maybe." Brian replied without changing his smile: "But at least I know who my mother is, and you, a mutant, are different. I'm afraid you don't even know your own life experience. Instead of being here You are wasting time stopping me, I advise you to stay in the corner and think about where you came from."

Snake's eyes turned pale, he pursed his lips tightly, and said nothing.

Seeing this scene, Brian smiled and walked directly towards the gate.

(End of this chapter)