Allen and his little bones [Western Fantasy]

Vomiting is not a common thing for Grady. In order to cater to their good appetite of daring to eat anything, their gastrointestinal function has already evolved quite powerful.

Even if Greedy eats something that should be inedible due to greed, it will not cause much damage to their digestive system. Their stomachs have been honed for a long time, and they have evolved a system for storing indigestibles. According to the size of the indigestible matter swallowed - if the volume is moderate, it will be sent directly to the intestinal tract along with the waste residue, and will be excreted out of the body; if the volume is too large, it exceeds the capacity of the excretion channel The limit, it will be stored in the sub-bag.

Until the day when the side bags were too full, the Greddys would slowly dig out their own throats, and let the swallowed strange and weird items return to the body along the same path they went in.

After admiring the uncommon spectacle of "The Wailing of the Warcraft", Allen and Bones once again contemplated the second uncommon spectacle - Grady's vomiting.

Grady, who was standing in front of Allen and Bones, vomited for a while, then looked down at his vomit carefully, as if he was looking for something.It tilted its head and looked at the vomit very seriously for a long time.As if confirming that there was nothing it was looking for in the smelly mixture, he flicked his paw and put it in his mouth again.

It picked up again.

At this time, Eli could not continue to remain numb, and he couldn't bear it anymore and opened the cloak—like a bat with wings spread—using the cloak as a sewage blocker, covering Alan and himself in the cloak inside.

He was about to ask Allen if he knew what Grady was looking for, but before Eli's question came out, Grady gave the answer first.

As a conspicuous long object fell from Grady's wide-open mouth, Grady's manual vomiting also stopped.

That long strip obviously weighed a lot, even though the filth and sundries had built up a thick shockproof layer below, it still quickly penetrated through them and hit the grass below.

Seeing that the target he was looking for finally vomited out successfully, Geridy seemed to be much more excited. He smashed his mouth, then bent down and pulled the strip out of the pile of vomit.

The long black strip, which was still covered with unknown fluid, was just held by Grady's claws, and handed to Alan and Bones like a treasure offering.

Eli stretched out his arms and tried his best to protect Alan with the cloak as tightly as possible. He carefully looked at the long strip stretching out in front of his eyes: 【Do you want to give this to us? 】

Grady: "Aww!"

The big tail swayed behind him.

Eli consciously handed over the decision-making power to Allen-because he really didn't see the value of this thing.

Allen looked at the long strip quietly for a moment, then stroked the undead's spine, indicating that the other party could put away the cloak.

"So it's here." Allen said softly.

【What? ] Unexpectedly, Allen really knew this strip, and Eli asked back.

Just like when Eli just gathered the dark elements, the water elements in the air that were statically distributed suddenly surged, and they gathered together to form a stream of water out of thin air.

This stream of water was controlled by Allen's hand. He pointed a direction slightly, and the stream of water flowed towards Geridy's paw, gently sweeping away the long strip in the hand of the monster.

The clear water quickly washed away the filth on the surface of the strip, revealing its original shape wrapped in filth.

At first glance, this long strip is completely black, without any decorations on it, it looks like an ordinary metal block.

Allen held it up with a rather solemn gesture, and handed the metal strip to the bone: "Try to pull it out."

【pull? ] Eli, who took the metal bar, was stunned.

The strip of metal in his hand was smooth and seamless, and he couldn't see where to "pull it out".

Allen received the blank gaze from the undead, but just looked at the bones quietly, without giving any more hints.

Realizing from this action that Allen was encouraging himself to think, Eli turned his gaze back to the metal strip in his hand, and began to study whether there were other small mechanisms on it.

Soon, he discovered the trick.

The black metal strip only looks smooth and seamless, but in its middle, there are faint traces of spells.

Taking the trace he found as a boundary, the undead held both ends of the strip with his bone claws, and he pulled hard towards the sides, and the metal strip, which looked no more than the length of an adult's palm, stretched rapidly in his hand, and the section on the left It changes into a scabbard, and the part on the right changes into a sword body.

This seemingly ordinary long metal strip is actually a long sword stored in a special way!

The scabbard and hilt have no complicated patterns, and the engravings are simple and simple. The blade is sharp and sharp under the moonlight.

Eli looked at the long sword in his hand in astonishment: 【This is...】

After seeing the whole picture of the long sword, Allen confirmed his guess: "It's Hall's sword."

Named after the owner who once held it, the owner of the sword of Hor, the swordsman born in Angelo was once known as the son of the god of war. In his era, no one could match his sword skills .

According to legend, the sword of Hall was forged by Hall's best friend who spent half his life. This sword accompanied Hall through his entire legendary time, and then disappeared with his seclusion.

Calculated according to time, the hero who was once known as one of the "Three Legends of Asa" should have come to the end of his life many years ago.The legends of the past may disappear along the natural trajectory of life, but the magic weapon will not be easily corrupted or damaged.After the rumors of Hall's death spread, many treasure hunters set out to find Hall's sword, but this sword seemed to disappear with Hall, and no one ever found its trace .

There are rumors that Hall took the sword given by his best friend to the grave, but people don't even know where his tombstone stands.

No one could have imagined that Hall's sword was actually in the stomach of a minor Greddy.

Realizing what kind of treasure he was holding in his hand, Eli stared intently at the long sword for a moment.

And Allen looked at him from the sidelines.

The eyes of the black-haired young man quietly fell on the bone claw of the undead who was holding the hilt of the sword.

Whether it is an expert or a novice for the first time, you can tell the difference from the posture of holding the sword.

The undead with the pseudonym "Bone" is obviously the former.

After staring at Hall's sword for a while, Eli rubbed the hilt cherishingly, and he put the sword back into its sheath neatly.Hand back the long sword to Alan.

"It's more appropriate to keep it in your hand. My swordsmanship is very bad." Allen didn't take the long stick, he just shook his head, "I used to have a stubborn guy who doesn't believe me. I have no talent in swordsmanship at all. He dragged me to practice with him, saying that he would give me private tutoring, which would definitely make me improve by leaps and bounds... In the end, I directly destroyed two practice swords, and he wrote a double copy of the review."

It may be that the "Yu Wei" who touched the famous sword is still there. Eli didn't turn his head for a while, and Alan's tone was too familiar. He answered the words almost subconsciously: [That's not because of...]

Suddenly realizing what he said, the voice of the undead stopped abruptly.

He met Allen's gaze, and made a clumsy remedy: [Isn't that because...you seem to be able to do everything with ease, so the other party doesn't believe that you have no talent. 】

"Yeah." Allen nodded slightly, "You guys basically said exactly the same thing."

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