After the holy sword is broken

Alger returned to the room, and when he opened the door, he smelled the aroma of black tea.

It belongs to the slightly bitter and slightly astringent taste of tea, buried in the sweet and greasy smell of condensed milk and honey.As soon as I smell this smell, my mouth begins to taste sweetness unconsciously, as if sweet powdered sugar is floating in the air.

His epee was sheathed and leaning against the table, it seemed to have been maintained.

Alger sighed, stepped forward, took the glass away from Burgess, and replaced it with a glass of clean water.

"Eat less sugar, it's bad for your health."

Burgess raised his eyes, glanced at him, did not speak, but put the glass of water on the table.

"It was just an accident. She was very sad because of the teacher's death, so..."

Alger didn't mention Kalia's name, but both of them knew it well.

Burgess waved his hand, motioning him not to say any more.

Alger was at a loss and a little at a loss. He was sure that the other party was angry because of this incident, but this reaction was very abnormal, which made him feel that something was wrong.

Burgess spoke.

"You don't need to explain to me, and I have no position to question you. After all, we...have nothing to do with each other."

Alger felt that the person in front of him was frustrated and lost.He wanted to comfort the other party, but he didn't know what to say.

Burgess continued: "I thought about it, probably, probably, I shouldn't be pestering you like this, you have already rejected me...

"I don't even know if you can accept men. Perhaps, my behavior has affected your normal life. Maybe you want to find a girl more, a beautiful, submissive and obedient girl."

Having said that, he paused for a moment and smiled wryly: "Maybe you don't need to be so submissive and obedient. First of all, at least she is a girl."

Callia's character is obviously not gentle and virtuous in the traditional sense, but she can still easily get Alger's preferential treatment and concessions.

"She's cute too, isn't she?"

It's against my will, it's not cute, it's not cute at all.

There was a smile on the corner of Burgess' mouth, but it looked like he was about to cry.

"No, I..." Don't like her.

Alger didn't know what he thought of, so he didn't continue talking.

Burgess stood up suddenly, grabbed Alger's shoulder, and approached.

"I'll ask for the last time, do you have any feelings for me? Even if it's just a little like?"

In the sapphire blue eyes, there was a fragile divine light, as if it would be broken into countless pieces with just a single blow.

"If you really, don't feel anything about me... After asking this time, I won't bother you anymore."

He forced the corners of his mouth to bend, and smiled as if crying: "I will restrain myself, and the holy sword... will continue to be forged. So, answer me."

[How fragile, just smile and say a word, you can easily control everything about him, like a white bird in a cage, beautiful and delicate, just hold your palm lightly...]

Alger's silver-gray eyes darkened.

He didn't say a word, just looked at Burgess, wondering what he was thinking.

Facing such a gaze, Borgins rolled his Adam's apple slightly, and slowly approached him, pressing his trembling lips close to his.

His heart was beating wildly in his chest, making his hands and feet sore and dizzy, but he was still unwilling to give up.Maybe, it's just that the other party is too reserved and passive, and all he needs is another show of favor.

The lips were about to touch each other, but Alger turned his head and avoided it.

Burgess froze.

Alger lowered his eyes and didn't look at him.

The shallow breath was blown against Alger's cheeks, and it was a little cold. After a while, he felt the hands on his shoulders loosen.

Burgess walked past him toward the closed door, walking slowly.He hoped that the people behind him would keep him, but he walked all the way to the door before he heard the person say lightly, "I'm sorry."

"Who wants your apology."

Burgess raised his chin proudly, but the corners of his eyes were moist.He opened the door, walked away quickly, and did not forget to close the door heavily before leaving.

There was a "bang", as if hitting the hearts of two people at the same time.

"Mr. Burgess."

"Your Excellency Burgess, you..."

There were people calling him around, but Burgess didn't want to answer anyone, he just wanted to find a quiet place, sit down and take a while.

He returned to the forge where the epee had been repaired. The scattered tools and inkwells were still there, and the ashes in the furnace were still sparkling.

If the cap of the magic ink bottle is not closed in time, the energy charged will dissipate, making the ink useless.But he didn't want to move too much, and let the bottle of ink that he had treasured for many years and was worth a lot of money be exposed to the air.

Close the door and squat down against the door panel.

My heart was sore and astringent, my throat was tight, and the corners of my eyes were wet. I really wanted to cry, but I couldn't cry.The sweetness of the black tea still remained in his mouth, but now it was bitter.

It's hard, it's hard.

Alger, this bastard, just die under the retribution of the holy sword!

No no no, no.

As soon as he finished cursing in his heart, he became terrified again, praying to the gods, and confessing to the God of Forging.

He just scolded casually just now, he didn't really think so, don't fulfill it, don't fulfill it...

Alger the bastard!

Burgess silently covered his eyes with his hands.

He wouldn't lie to him, and he didn't even want to say a good word.The bastard.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle came from outside, and the whole camp was alarmed.

what happened?

Burgess was stunned for a while, then stood up, because his eyes were still dark for a while because of his haste.

After stabilizing his figure, he opened the door and grabbed a person wearing a blacksmith's robe.

"What's going on?" As soon as he spoke, he realized that his voice was hoarse.

"Your Excellency Burgess..." The blacksmith seemed to be frightened by him, and did not answer for a long time.

"What does this whistle mean? What happened?"

he repeated.

"I, I don't know, I too, this is the first time I heard..."

The blacksmith stammered a bit.

Borgins let go of his hand and walked quickly in the direction he came from just now.

I met a lot of people along the way, they were all in a hurry to prepare something, no one had time to take care of him.

Back in the room, it was indeed empty, Alger was not there, and the epee leaning on the table was nowhere to be seen.

Burgess' heart sank heavily.

It must have been an alert for war preparations.

He remembered the curse he had just made in his heart, fell into deep panic, turned around and ran to the school grounds again.

If the whole team were to leave, they would definitely gather at the school grounds.

After taking two steps, he stopped, returned to the room, and hurriedly dug out a sword box from the cabinet.

Open it and there is a brand new sword inside.

The length of the sword is longer than that of a hand-and-half sword, the blade is wider than that of a wide-edged sword, and the blade is thicker than that of a chopping sword.

It was a "hybrid sword" that was exactly the same as Alger's epee.

But upon closer inspection, the workmanship is far more refined than that of the epee, and the magic wave is more powerful.

This is the sword that Burgess specially made for Alger, and it was completed long before he agreed to forge the holy sword.Until now, it has not been sent out.

Burgess took the sword and hurried out of the room.

The school grounds were empty, and the people who had gathered urgently had already left.

Burgess stood on the empty sand, gasping for air, and punched the air hard.

"Whose turn is it, who is unlucky, it seems that we are the unlucky ghosts this time. Day! It's us again! It was also 1000 years ago..."

Ragal looked at the gate of hell where the black clouds rolled in the distance, and cursed angrily.

"Hey, I advise you not to mention a thousand years ago. If a king really climbed out, let alone the human front, the circle around the gate of hell will not feel good."

Lizzy's eyes were firmly fixed on the movement of the gate of hell, and she did not forget to answer Ragal's words.

"No, I haven't memorized that much yet. Judging by the energy concentration, I'm at most a lord, two ranks away from the king... It's noon, mentally ill! Alger, listen, don't worry about those low-level demons later, just Go to the one with the highest rank, understand?"

Standing by the side, Alger, who had been silent all this time, responded: "Understood."

Ragal looked at him a little strangely: "What's wrong with you today? You look so depressed."

"He just left the battlefield not long ago?" Li Ji suddenly remembered, frowning: "Why don't you go back? I'm afraid this battle is not easy to fight, and it's not suitable to come up in a tired state."

Alger shook his head: "No, I'm in good condition, it's fine."

Lizzy and Ragal looked at each other.

Before they could say anything, the gate of hell shrouded the black clouds in the basin, and a black horseshoe protruded.

It was clearly an ordinary horseshoe, a little bigger than an ordinary horseshoe, and it was no bigger than the mouth of a bowl. On the entire battlefield, it was as small as a drop in the ocean.

But its sense of existence is so strong that everyone discovered it immediately.

In an instant, the sky darkened.

Looking up, the sun in the sky was blocked, only the dim light came through faintly, it was clearly noon, but the sky was like midnight.

The ground shook violently, the mages in the back row couldn't stand upright, the mounts of the paladins roared anxiously, and the knights tightened their reins.

The horseshoe fell to the ground, and the soil on the ground sank, turning out fine clods.Before the aftermath of the shock was over, a new horseshoe came out.

Another wave of shaking.

"Damn|damn, open the domain when you come up, the lord level is so hard..." Ragal stabilized his figure, and finally couldn't suppress the habit of foul language developed on the battlefield: "How the hell do you fight?!"

The general-level demons last time caused heavy damage to the human front, and what kind of disaster the higher-level lord level will bring, even a little presupposition makes people feel chills in the bottom of their hearts.

"Alger!"

The people around him jumped out suddenly, but Lizzy didn't hold her back for a moment, she yelled anxiously, and was immediately shaken by another earthquake so that she couldn't stand still.

"What happened to this guy today?" Ragal couldn't figure it out.

"Who knows. Disregarding military discipline and disobeying orders, remember to punish him when you go back!" Lizzie frowned tightly, commanding a mechanical bird to follow Alger closely.

"It's all about surviving first." Ragal slowly raised his hand.

In the distance, an ugly and twisted horse's head protruded from the gate of hell with billowing black clouds.

The nose is sunken, the gums are turned out, and the pupils of the eyes cannot be seen, only glowing red, like the sinful magma deep in the gate of hell.

Immediately following, is the tip of the long | spear that is braving the cold light.

Little by little, the whole picture of the evil is presented before everyone's eyes.

"All mages, release large-scale damage spells and prepare to clear the field."

Ragal's voice was transmitted to the ears of everyone on the front line with amplified spells.

After the short-term pre-casting was completed, gorgeous magic exploded on the battlefield, ice and fire, lightning and thunder, the space was torn apart into nothingness, and tornadoes and hurricanes raged past.

The little devils in the battlefield were swept away, and a large area of ​​vacuum appeared in the entire field.

Ragal handed over the command to the most reliable commanders, leading the high-ranking elite, and aimed directly at the demon lord.