If it doesn’t help here, then we should go, Ronin.
I can’t leave, Vanessa. I’m sure she has to do something. None of us can stop the Death Wing. Then who can?
Farstad glanced at the demon soul. Can you do something with that thing?
No, it’s impossible to wing death
The dwarf touched his Hu Ba, but it’s a pity that this thing can’t give them back the stolen power. In that case, they should be evenly matched.
The mage shook his head. That’s impossible. He stopped to think desperately about the injured finger, dull pain in his head and bruises. It took him some strength to stabilize Luo Ning’s attention and wondered what the Griffin knight had just said, but maybe it could really do that.
His companions looked at him puzzled, and Ronin quickly glanced around to make sure they were still in their safe place, and then found a stone.
What are you doing? asked Vanessa. It sounded like she was going crazy.
I’m trying to give them my strength back, and he put the demon soul on another stone and lifted the stone he just found.
What the hell are you thinking? Farstad can barely squeeze in a few words.
Ronin tried to suck the milk and hit the stone hard on the disc.
The stone split in two.
The devil’s soul bursts with a spark but there is no trace of damage at all.
Damn it, I knew this would happen. He looked up and turned to the dwarf. Can you cut this thing accurately?
Farstad looks insulted. Although he is an orc, he can still be regarded as a weapon. I can be as good as other weapons.
Then it cuts that disc. Come on.
Ranger, put your hand on the mage’s shoulder. Ronin, are you sure this will work?
I know a spell that can give back the power to them. Everyone in the Mages’ Guild uses that method to draw energy from the artifact, but before that, it is necessary to break the artifact so that the energy inside will not be bound any more. If I can beat the demon soul, I can give them back all the dragons lost.
It’s as simple as that, Farstad. OK, OK, his axe. Stand back, Master. You don’t want to be cut in half or cut into pieces, do you?
No matter what you do, just break it.
It’s too simple. The dwarf held the tomahawk high, took a deep breath, and then suddenly cut it off. He was stronger here than Ronin, and you could see the blue veins standing out on his arm.
The axe hit the target accurately.
Metal fragments splashed everywhere.
Oh, my God, that axe is broken to pieces.
A huge gap in the axe blade said that the demon soul is as hard as ever. Farstad threw away the axe in frustration and cursed the orcs for their bad work.
However, Ronin knew it wasn’t an axe fault, which was worse than I expected.
There must be some magic to protect it, murmured Vanessa. Does it take magic to destroy it, too?
That’s a powerful spell, but I don’t have enough mana unless I have another artifact. He thinks of Krasus. Oh, no, cleo Straz gave Vanessa a pendant, but he didn’t bring it when his red dragon came back. Ronin was also worried about how big it could be. It’s best to find the Death Wing to give something, and the pendant given by the black dragon was also thrown in the mountains.
But he also set a gem in the face, and the scale of the death wing became a gem.
We can rely on it, he prayed and put his hand into his pocket.
What do you think? Farstad asked.
Well, he took out the humble gem, but the two of them didn’t pay attention to it. Part of the wing of death made this gem. He has created the devil’s soul by magic. Maybe it can do something that other things can’t.
Before they watched Ronin approach the disc with the jewel, he hesitated about what to do with the jewel, and then decided to follow the first principle of his skill and try the simplest method first.
The black gem seemed to shine in his hand, and he turned it to the sharpest side. Ronin clearly knew that this method might be successful, but he had no choice.
Carefully, his gem crossed the center of the evil object.
Death wing scales cut the hard gold surface of the demon soul as easily as a blade cuts butter.
Watch out for Vanessa, and pull Ronin to see a sudden strong light at the incision.
Ronin felt the huge energy pouring from the cracked artifact, and he knew that he had to act quickly or the energy would be lost forever.