Chapter 161: Ruling Sword (8)

The swordsmith returned the sword on time before seven o'clock in the evening. The repaired Sword of Judgment looks no different from the original one, but the attributes are undoubtedly enhanced.
Seeing only with the naked eye, the ruling Shenghui that it can stimulate is more dazzling than before.
Opening the system panel, Tang Cuo's brow furrowed.
【Sword of Ruling】
Category: Weapon
Quality: Legend
Status: Bind
Description: The sword of Lord Theodore, the Hundred Flowers Kingdom, has the blessings of the thirteenth generation elf king Mi Miye, with enchanted weapons (damaged). It is rumored that when ruling Sheng Hui shines on the earth, all darkness will disappear from nothing. Engraving skills [Star Drop] [Phantom].
Not to mention those two extra engraving skills first, the glaring "loss" word is really dazzling. It was the swordsmith lying, did he not fix it at all?
Tang Cuo shook his head, denying this guess. He prefers that neither Edwin nor the swordsmith can really see the problem with the sword of adjudication.
The name of this copy is called "Sword of Ruling", it must hide the mystery, is this mystery hidden here?
Tang Cuo didn't understand for a moment, so he took the time to try those two engraving skills first. The system does not describe much, but Tang Cuo can roughly judge that [Starfall] comes from the star stone that Edwin said, and [Phantom] comes from the horn shell of the rainbow unicorn.
No.14 Hualing Street is small and cannot be opened. Tangcuo simply went to the magical realm to try it.
[Starfall] is a jumping and killing skill. When jumping down from a height, it can stimulate 200% of the usual energy to reach the maximum crit.
[Phantom], the full name should be called Phantom Sword, as the name suggests, the sword is like a phantom, blurring the enemy's line of sight, so that the enemy can not judge its specific direction.
These two are power-storing skills, which can be stimulated when it is determined that Shenghui has accumulated to a certain extent. One [Star Drop] is roughly equivalent to three [Phantoms] and five [Holy Shields].
As for the improvement of the other aspects of the Sword of Ruling, the system did not make any explanation, and Tang Cuo needed to experience it himself. He then took out the sheepskin roll that Edwin gave him and began practicing sword skills all the time.
The name of the sword technique is very long, it is called "the sacred outline of the sacred swordsmanship of the sacred Tutucar dynasty". It is not a single sword technique, but a set of basic and very authentic knight sword tactics. One move is simple and neat, very suitable for Tang Cuo's way.
The sacred Tutucar dynasty should be the full name of the Tucha dynasty. It is not surprising that in the status of Edwin, it is possible to come up with such a volume of things.
In addition to sword skills, Tang Cuo also has new magic that Roger Reed taught him. With the last two days left in the trial, he must seize the time and work like a dry sponge to absorb water and add weight to the final battle.
After about four hours of training, Tangcuo found a secluded place to drink a potion and take a break. Two hours later, half of the long night had passed, and he went to the battlefield with a full gesture.
On the other side, Jin Cheng is not idle. His choir has expanded from the original twenty to seventy or eighty. More and more little guys can't resist the temptation of beautiful candy and join his team.
On this fifth day, Jin Cheng also opened a new battle site-a tavern. He used a trick "the temptation of money" to spread the hero's story through the mouths of those drunks as quickly as possible. The teaching songs are definitely too late to teach, and Jin Cheng does not have so many people who can sing to live performances in major pubs, but everyone tells stories.
There is no need for everyone to pass on wordlessly. This is a propositional story, but it is open style. As long as you deduct the word "hero" in the title, you can get a high score.
Jin Cheng needs to plant a shadow of a hero in everyone's heart, and the square performance on the last day is the catalyst for the shadow to come true.
Time passed like this, day after day, and finally came to the last day of the trial.
Tang Cuo got up in the afternoon and searched the house without seeing Jin Cheng. It happened that old William came back from the back garden with a kettle and said, "Lancelot went out early in the morning. He came back once at noon, but the royal palace sent him in a carriage to pick him up."
"Take it away?"
"Yeah, he is a little famous minstrel. I heard that the adults of the royal family like his new music recently, so he is invited to be a guest. When he comes back from the palace, then he is not a little famous. , But it is famous on the mainland."
Old William has his own sense of humor.
Tang Cuo didn't expect Jin Cheng to toss and toss, but also to drum himself into the palace. Or maybe this is the plot setting, and Lancelot should have gone this way.
Standing in front of the sofa and looking at Charles II silently for a while, neither of them wanted to care about anyone, so Tangcuo returned coldly to the second floor. Soon after, Roger Reed came back through the study's teleportation array, so Tang Cuo began his academic career again.
Jin Cheng finally returned at dinner, and the royal carriage drove him to the door, attracting the envious eyes of the neighbors.
Tang Cuo looked at him with Charles II, embraced his arms and asked, "Is the princess beautiful?"
Jin Cheng thought about it for a moment, and answered, "It's a little bit."
Tang Cuo: "."
Jin Cheng chuckled, "If your prince is willing to change into a women's dress, I think the subjects of the Baihua Kingdom may be very happy that they have a princess."
Tang Cuo didn't understand what this man was laughing at.
You are a guy, have you forgotten.
The prince is not worse than the princess.
Jin Cheng, who is a real male and a fake guy, is still puzzled for a while, because Tang Cuo's expression looks more complete than the period and is the second power of the period. When he entered the room, he finally solved the puzzle with his ingenuity, grabbed Charles II and rubbed his head hard as Tangcuo.
Charles II: "Meow?"
"His Royal Highness is only one meter seven or five, which is probably only a little higher than Edwin." Jin Cheng abandoned Charles II again and leaned over to Tang Cuo.
Tang Cuo squinted at him, not knowing whether his sentence was in the Highness of the Black Prince or Black Edwin.
Edwin is not high. His Excellency Duke of the Hundred Flowers Kingdom is only about 173. When meeting that day, Tang Cuo was surprised to find that he was a head taller than him.
His Excellency the Duke is quite honest, he has no insoles.
Speaking, the elven prince McCain is not high, is this the noble character of the Sicilian continent?
Tang Cuo concealed himself indifferently, and his face was quiet. He took the milk tea from old William and drank a sweet sip. He turned his head and said, "The palace didn't leave you to eat?"
Jin Cheng: "No, they wanted to hire me as a court musician, and I refused. The queen asked me to say hello to you."
"Don't trigger a side mission yet?"
"No."
The succession of two tasks did not trigger the side mission, which made Jin Cheng a little worried, whether they missed the fragments of the movement. But then I thought about it, since Yanye reminded Tangcuo to use the golden movement for an egg game, it proved that she saw Tangcuo got the movement during the divination. No trigger, it just means nothing in this copy.
The two were talking, and the topic naturally changed to serious matters, without any violation. When Roger Reed went downstairs, he saw scenes of young people sitting and discussing things.
"Dinner is ready." Old William shouted with a smile, and the three of them moved to the dining table again and enjoyed a sumptuous dinner together.
This will probably be their last meal at 14 Hualing Street.
While Charles II was eating old William's secret grilled dried fish, he looked up at the table from time to time. The most serious one is its old man, the one who smiles beautifully is its new favorite, and they all love it.
It's just that every time when the white hair appears, their eyes will be attracted by the white hair, which makes Charles II a bit tasted. He lowered his head and licked the hair on his body again-the bright black hair was more handsome.
Humans don't really appreciate it.
After dinner, the final trial will begin. If Tang Cuo had nothing to explain, he would leave with Roger Reed when he turned around. Without taking a few steps, he heard Jin Cheng's voice ringing behind his back.
"Remember to watch my performance?"
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Tang Cuo turned back coolly and gave him a look.
Jin Cheng knows, this is the meaning of "get".
Ten minutes later, the magic secret territory.
Roger Reed began the last lesson of his trial, "Now, release the magic that you feel is the most suitable and the best. Use the shortest time and don't leave room."
Tang Cuo thought for two seconds and released one—an instant small fireball.
Roger Reid was not surprised, "This is what you think is the most suitable and best?"
Tang Cuo: "Yes."
Roger Reid: "Congratulations, you got at least a passing score."
In a battle that requires every second, not excessively pursuing high-level magic is the quality that a mature warrior should have. What's more, Tangcuo is still a knight. Roger Reed didn't want him to give up close combat and focus on magic.
This is a big loss against Rose.
"The last thing I want to teach you is compression. Fireball is a junior of elementary school. Any magic apprentice can learn it, but few people know that it can be advanced. Use your mental power to put the element of fire Compression, if there are 100 fire elements in a primary fireball, then after compression, it may have 500 or 1,000, and the lethality will multiply."
Roger Reed stood on the ruins with a cane, raised his hand, and a fireball jumped into the palm. He immediately clenched his fists, grasped the fireball firmly, opened it again, and presented it to Tang Cuo's eyes—
The fire on the outer layer of the fireball was jumping, and the color of the flame suddenly turned red from the ordinary orange to a small red fireball as if the high temperature condensed.
"Look!" Roger Reid threw the fireball. I saw that the fireball flitted lightly through the night sky, and then fell into the broken wall not far away.
"Boom--" With a loud noise, a large pit with white smoke was smashed on the ground.
"What you have to do is not just compression. Did you see my casting speed just now? To release a high-order small fireball just like that, you need to reach the speed of an instant small fireball to make sense."
Otherwise, other high-level magic can completely replace it.
Tang Cuo nodded.
It's okay, rubbing the small fireball, he is professional.