The Pirate Incarnate as Thunder

Yunyin Village equipment warehouse.

In response to Reg's doubts, the hesitant chief made up his mind: "These two kinds of shellfish are the shellfish that became extinct on the empty island a long time ago."

"Extinct Shell"

Looking at the serious-looking chief, Reg's expression also became serious.

"This conch-like shell that only existed in the sky hundreds of years ago and is very precious is called the "Burning Shell", and the other one similar to the Impact Shell is called the "Strike Shell". "

“What is the difference between burning shellfish and flame shellfish?”

Reg looked at the conch-shaped burning shell and made sure that he had not mistaken the type of shell.

In my memory, this shell was inlaid on the wooden handle of the last weapon Camachri used when he attacked Eniro.

That kind of blue burning flame is like a lightsaber that can cut off huge trees with one strike, and its power is more than twice as powerful as slashing shells.

"The energy of ten flame shells can be used for 3 seconds. The burning shells are used as swords. They can easily cut off thick iron blocks with just one blow." The chief showed the length of nearly two meters with his hands.

"hiss"

Reg took a breath and widened his eyes. This was really unexpected.

Although I also thought that this thing could reach the realm of "cutting iron" as a swordsman, I didn't expect that the power was much greater than imagined.

"There is no energy in it now. 30 flame shells can almost fully charge it, and it can be used for 10 seconds."

Regarding Reg's surprise, the chief showed a satisfied expression. This is a descendant of Rolando, and he is excellent himself: at this moment when he is about to travel far, he really wants to provide some help within his ability.

"Ten seconds is enough for fighting."

Reg reached out and plucked the burning shell. It felt cold and lubricated, like jade.

"This volley shell is 10 times more powerful than the impact shell." The chief suddenly stared into Reg's eyes.

"Doubting something is wrong is worrying."

Reg, who felt slightly warm in his heart, immediately knew how to answer: "10 times the impact on the user is also 10 times, which is quite dangerous."

"Well, yes, the first thing that comes to mind is not its lethality, but its disadvantages. In this way, I can safely leave these two kinds of shells to you for use."

The chief looked like "a boy can be taught". This was exactly the reason for his hesitation just now.

If you blindly value strength, you will want to rely on it. Reg's body is much stronger than Sandia's warriors, but in the face of the reaction force of the attack shell, he will also be seriously injured.

What he wanted to give was something that could save his life in a critical moment, not something that could be used to fight the enemy.

"Thank you, old man."

Reg did not shirk, he really needed these two kinds of shells: with them, he could ensure that when he faced a powerful enemy, he could quickly kill the opponent. This trip to Bika would be much easier.

"As long as you are satisfied, as long as you are satisfied, I will find someone to replenish them later. You should practice more with the burning shells. Just use the impact shells instead of practicing the volley shells. Its power can easily destroy a shell." It's a big ship, and the same applies to your body. You must be careful when using it." The chief warned again.

"Well, I won't use it until the most critical moment." Reg replied seriously.

"Since you're not going on a boat trip, go check out the combat boots."

After confirming that Reg was serious, the chief finally relaxed.

With the sound of the door opening, Reg, who walked in, was stunned on the spot. What on earth was going on?

Why are all the combat boots placed in transparent glass cabinets? Oh no, they should be thinned transparent clouds.

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cabinet.

There are even some clouds "naughty" moving around inside the cabinet, which instantly elevates these boots to several levels, and they look quite tasteful from the outside.

"What's wrong? Isn't it strange?" The chief was not surprised at all.

"It looks like a store selling shoes. It's very beautiful. Well, it's very artistic."

Reg was impressed by Tim, a bald man and technical geek. He didn't expect that among the Sandia warriors, there were people with "ingenuity and dexterity".

"This is better than leaving it in a mess on the ground. I'll introduce it to you first, and then you can go practice."

The speaking chief looked at Reg's feet, and then walked straight to the right side of the house.

The chief took out a pair of small combat boots: "See here, you don't need to take off your shoes, just tie them with a cloud rope."

Reg, who was about to take off his shoes, saw the combat boots handed over to him. He took them with both hands and placed them on the crescent-shaped iron block. There was a slightly larger iron footprint. When he turned his head sideways, he could see some small white ropes in the light.

"The cloud rope is very strong and will not break unless cut with a sharp knife." The chief added.

"I see"

After tying the cloud rope, Reg stood up and stepped on the cloud rope.

There was a compression sound, as if the iron pipe was filled with airflow, and it came from both feet.

"Is this sound Daoyun?" Reg looked at the chief.

"That's right, under the iron footprints, there are processed island clouds with a buffering effect."

"This way, the impact force caused when falling from a height can be minimized."

"As expected, the children of Shandia who came from Qinghai will not care about this kind of problem." The chief suddenly sighed.

Reg scratched his head and sat down again: "Old Chief, I believe there will be a day."

"Oh" the chief said in surprise.

"The battle will end one day and then adults won't have to just teach children how to fight."

It was almost 400 years since Reg was serious. The Sandia warriors still had not given up the idea of ​​returning to their homeland, which made him deeply touched: As an adult, he also tried to take his grandparents to the city, but he was still rejected.

The two old men have lived in their hometown like this all their lives, and they have also been cultivating the land with their backs to the sky and their faces to the loess.

The inability to leave one's homeland is not just a matter of words, it is a sentiment of attachment engraved in one's bones.

So he can understand the Sandian people's desire to return to Apayado without giving up. Even if there is no agreement with Rolando, they will do so.

Seeing recognition in Reg's eyes, the chief nodded, and his expression became more kind. This little guy must also be homesick.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became heavy for a long time. The chief broke the silence: "Little guy, I respect your choice, but you have to give me some time."

Reg nodded, he knew exactly what time the chief was talking about and the other party needed a time for him to return here from Bika Island.

"1."

"Then it's agreed." The chief smiled with his eyes narrowed.

Reg nodded again. If he can't come back in a year, I'm afraid the Sandians will launch a final attack on Apayado on Angel Island.

It is impossible to predict what the outcome will be at that time. Reg doesn't want to see these people who have helped him choose this tragic path because of his "lies".

"No matter if I find it or not, I have to come back again."

Silently, Reg decided he simply couldn't ignore it.