Demacia in American comics

"Your Majesty the King, before I make my request, I would like to ask you to listen to a story about my hometown."

Lu Ren came to the center of the hall again and began his story:

"After the separation of heaven and earth and the creation of the world by Titan, my hometown has always been in a beautiful scene. The mountains and rivers there are picturesque, and our family lives a carefree life. But one day, it was invaded by a group of outsiders."

When he said this, his tone turned deep:

"A group of creatures called the Scourge. They were powerful, evil, and terrifying. After they came to my hometown, they began to plunder and kill, leaving the place devastated. The remaining people who escaped had to unite and call for help. Friends began to resist these invaders."

"In order to resist the army of the Scourge Legion, they formed the Guards Corps. People on the continent who learned the news joined the Guards Corps one after another, which also made the legion stronger and gave them the capital to resist. Among them, the elves, humans, The dwarves and some outstanding heroes have become the core of the Guards Corps."

Everyone listened to the story quietly, and Polly sighed and continued:

"But the Scourge is not easy to deal with. They are better at facing war than we are. They are efficient, cold, cold, and have no bottom line."

"When the Guards Corps was defeated, mysterious wandering traders appeared on that continent. Very powerful weapons and equipment could be obtained from them. It was in this way that the Guards Corps had the capital to continue fighting against the Scourge Legion."

"But things are not that simple. The mysterious wandering merchants not only sell weapons to the Guards Corps, but the Scourge Corps are also their customers. Therefore, the battle between the two sides has escalated."

"Magic is rampant, corpses are everywhere, blood dyes the earth red, the sky is shrouded in bone dragons, and the ground is an endless army of natural disasters. The Guards are almost in despair."

"At this time, the ancient Druid family revealed the secret. It turned out that in ancient times, there was a weapon with the power to destroy the world. Anyone who holds it can wipe out all evil without any hindrance."

"At that time, all the Guards had lost hope. The words of the Druid Elder became their last life-saving straw, so the entire Guards cast the sword at all costs, and then their most powerful warrior held it With this weapon, we successfully drove away the Scourge Legion."

"But because the power of this weapon was too terrifying, the powerful warrior could no longer control his energy after using it. He was worried that the weapon would bring disaster, so he chose to fall into the void with the weapon to defend his homeland. "

Polly took a breath and said:

"The story ends here. What I hope is that the dwarves can help me forge a sword, a sword that is infinitely close to that weapon."

Everyone was silent when they heard this story, as if they were shocked by the bloody history in the story. Only the dwarf king asked on the throne:

"Does that sword have a name?"

Polly nodded and said slowly:

"The name of this sword is the Holy Sword."

That's right.

Polly drew on the background of Dota in the hope of creating that weapon. It didn't need too many bells and whistles, and the only thing it had was an astonishing attack power.

Moreover, this weapon is also a very legendary weapon in the Dota game, which can be seen from its description.

In dota1, it is described simply that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

This sentence is loved by most people. Everyone who produces this weapon has only one goal in mind. If they don't die, they must not die. As long as they don't die, they can provide horrific damage, but as long as they die, the weapon will definitely drop. , once dropped, the enemy can use it at will.

It is precisely in this way that the description on the weapon makes people realize the responsibility again.

In Dota2, its description has been changed, and it is more direct. It is extremely powerful and is not satisfied with serving its only master.

It is this simple description that directly reflects its extraordinary nature.

No matter which version it is, this weapon can be said to be the ultimate weapon. It has very high requirements for the person who holds it. It cannot die, and it will be gone if it dies.

But in which game can one not die in one game? It is normal to be killed in this game.

Therefore, it can be said that this weapon can often determine the direction of a game. It is possible to take advantage of the wind to crush the opponent, or to make a comeback against the wind.

"This name makes me a little interested."

The dwarf king's eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he asked again:

"So Mr. Polly, what effects do you hope future weapons will have?"

Polly was already prepared. He said in a low voice:

"I hope it is powerful enough, hard enough, and powerful enough. In addition, I also hope that it can help people find hope in desperate situations, just like the Holy Sword."

The dwarf king nodded and said:

"Your request sounds simple, but a weapon called a holy sword is not that simple."

He stood up, his whole body in high spirits:

"Polly, your story touches me very much. We, the dwarves, have gone through many hardships with Asgard. Although it is a little different from what you described, every victory in defending our homeland is worthy of praise, so I intend to help you forge this weapon."

Polly smiled and said:

"Thank you so much for His Majesty the King's decision to take matters into his own hands."

The dwarf king raised three fingers:

"The difficulty with your weapon is not the material or the model, but the spirit given to it. I need 2 days to make myself reach the best condition, and you need 3 days later, when I build it. Integrate your own blood into it and become its soul and will."

Polly nodded. Although it took longer than he expected, if he could get such a weapon, his trip would be basically complete.

Afterwards, Polly was sent back to his residence.

The place they live is actually not that far away from the place they build daily, and they can still hear the clanging sounds, but the dwarves in other places have to sleep and eat, and they have long been accustomed to this kind of life.

It was also in this environment that Polly spent two days.

On the third day, he was called to a stove surrounded by a crowd. Among the crowd, he could clearly see a long and wide mold placed aside, like a strange-shaped door. On the stove, the high heat provided by the star core in the center of Nida latitude melted the material called Uru.

Only the high heat provided by the star core can melt this rare material.

The Dwarf King looked focused and energetic, and almost all the dwarves came to watch and learn. The Dwarf King's skills are the strongest among the dwarves, and every item he owns is a rare treasure.

"Mr. Polly, the time has come when I need you."

While the dwarf king steadily let the melted liquid of Uru flow into the mold, he called to Polly:

"You now need to put your blood into it and let your will become the soul of this sword."

Polly took two deep breaths, then slashed his palm with a knife, letting the blood flow into the mold drop by drop. Then he saw smoke starting to appear around the mold, which was made of unknown materials.

"Step aside."

The dwarf king looked solemn, and used his fists, which were harder than iron hammers, to break open the mold, and then hammered the red sword again and again.

"It's not suitable enough, it's not suitable enough, it's just a little bit worse, Bai Xing, go get the Star Dew."

"His Majesty...."

"Go quickly"

The old dwarf Bai Xing left with a frown on his face. Although Polly didn't know what it was, judging from the old dwarf's expression, it should be a very precious material.

The dwarf king explained while Bai Xing was getting the materials:

"The energy and will in the sword cannot reach a balance with each other. If they continue to be in a stalemate, it will be troublesome."

"Is it going to be bad?" Polly asked nervously.

"Either it becomes a unique weapon, or all efforts fall short."

The dwarf king said as he took a bottle of elite liquid handed over by the old dwarf Bai Xing:

"And this thing can slightly increase its chances of success."

Then the dwarf king poured down most of the bottle without blinking, and then something very magical happened.

The liquid that was originally dripping with blood was still unable to take shape in the red state. Until more than half of the bottle of golden star dew was sprinkled in, the entire blade of the sword began to gradually stabilize, slowly turning from red to normal.

"It worked"

A smile appeared on the dwarf king's face.

This sword is different from Thor's later battle ax. Its hilt is integrated with the sword body. There is no need to find other tools to make the hilt. Only when the color gradually returns to normal can the difference of this sword be seen. .

In addition to being large, its hilt is dark, the middle of the sword has light red and golden lines, and the blades on both sides are bright white.

It looks mysterious and powerful.

The dwarf king then walked aside and sat down, took a sip of wine and said:

"You can see your man now"

Polly immediately went over and picked up the weapon. As soon as his fingers touched the weapon, it seemed to be alive, responding to him. Before he could hold it with his fingers, he found that the hilt of the sword was attached to it by itself.

Polly was shocked and summoned the function

Then he picked up the sword and swung it several times. As he swung it back and forth, the sword body and the air made a thick buzzing sound.

Polly nodded, very satisfied. It was heavy enough, hard enough, and could be summoned, which exceeded his expectations.

"Mr. Polly, you are its owner and can give it a name."

Polly looked at the big sword with satisfaction and said without thinking:

"It should have a name, I call it Dawn of the Holy Sword"