Chapter 60 The dogs are silent
"Master, she is my friend Yulia."
Abin walked through the wall to the backyard, turned to Yulia and said: "This gentleman is my master. He just praised your name as a nice one and praised you as an elegant lady."
"Your master has such good taste!"
Yulia snorted and bowed her head slightly to Wayne as a greeting.
The dog and the horse communicated silently, and Wayne could not hear their voices. Just seeing the undead war horse's gentle temper, he raised his hand on his chest and bowed in return, which was regarded as accepting Abin's strange social circle.
Birds of a feather flock together, and there is nothing wrong with evil dogs and undead horses making friends!
And the undead war horse is just a bit evil. Compared with the Crick-angry guys from the Earth Center Sect, it is too normal.
"Hello, elegant lady, I am Wayne, the owner of Abin." Wayne smiled and stretched out his hand, a subconscious action that he regretted after extending it.
Unconsciously, Yulia lowered his head and tapped Wayne's hand, and started communicating with him enthusiastically.
【bite】
[Yulia sends you a friend request]
Wayne sensed the fluctuations in magic power, responded with his thoughts, established a good relationship with Yulia, and communication became smoother.
It's like telepathy, and it's like a conversation at the soul level, but it's different from the contract induction between Abin.
Wayne came into contact with new magic and was quite curious for a while. He chatted with Yulia in a friendly manner, and the conversation ended with magic.
On the other side, Abin was also talking to Yulia.
"Yuliya, don't you want to find a new master? Why don't you ask?"
"You can't be so fast. Your master is very good, but when I first met him, it was too easy for him to succeed. He will not cherish me in the future."
"It's really troublesome. You're too embarrassed to speak. I'll help you."
In order to help his owner tie up the little wild horse, Abin was very worried. He ignored Yulia's coyness and directly explained the cause and effect to Wayne.
"Your master is missing?!"
Wayne's eyes widened. Yulia wanted to find a new owner. After being introduced by Abin, he decided to give him a chance. This was really sad.
Wayne was so sad that he almost laughed out loud. Good people are rewarded. Ancient people are honest and don't bully others. He does good deeds and accumulates virtues every day. God will reward his younger brother for bringing equipment and taking the initiative to come to the door.
"I have such a plan, but you have to pass the test. It is not easy to pull out this sword." Yulia made a coy sound, just like meeting a young man you like on a blind date.
You're okay, that's right, I want to take another look.
"What about your former master? He is just missing, not necessarily dead. If he comes back one day..."
Wayne suppressed his surprise, and frowned rationally: "A horse cannot have two owners. You will have to make a choice at that time. I don't want to embarrass you, nor do I want to have a grudge with your former owner."
"My master has no brains and won't care about these details. If he gets angry, let him ride two more laps. It will be easy to coax him." Yulia said full of resentment.
She didn't want to find a new owner for herself, but with nothing on her back, she felt uncomfortable running and wanted to find something to hold it down.
The corner of Wayne's mouth twitched. He didn't know if it was an illusion. Hearing the resentment in Yulia's words, he imagined the plot of a young couple having an quarrel. The woman couldn't stand the man's chauvinism, so she ran away from home in anger and found a prostitute.
It’s broken, I’m a loser!
Wayne raised his hand and touched his chin to stop his twitching mouth. Forget about the yellow hair. He is a pure love party and will always support the pure love God of War to kill a tauren.
But...
Yulia's master is currently in Schrödinger's state, with a 50-50 chance of life or death. If the other party is really defeated, if he refuses Yulia, he will be living up to God's love.
Faced with a dilemma, Wayne chose a compromise.
He felt aggrieved and took care of Yulia for free for a period of time for his former owner to prevent such a handsome mare from living on the street. Once the other party came to the door, he could take Yulia away at any time.
In this way, Yulia could at best practice her skills on his crotch, and the ultimate beneficiary was the former owner.
There are no tauren and no yellow hairs, everyone is a pure love god of war.
Perfect, I'm a genius!
Wayne nodded repeatedly, got Yulia's permission, and was ready to try pulling out the Bone Knight Sword.
Only if he pulls it out can he be qualified. If he cannot pull it out, everything is empty talk.
Just when Wayne touched the hilt of the sword, he thought of something and retracted his hand: "Find a place where no one is around first. If there is too much movement, we can leave at any time."
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Cemetery.
Hairy moon, thick fog, phosphorus fire...
The wind is blowing, the shadows of the trees are hazy, and the thick fog is clinging to the ground. Everything is filled with eerie horror. Wayne wanted to find a quiet and uninhabited corner, and Yulia literally led him to the cemetery. It was quiet and there was no living person.
Wayne had an old bug stuck in his throat. Yulia commented that the previous owner had no brains, and she herself was no different. How could anyone bring someone to the graveyard at night? It was so quiet. What if someone suddenly spoke?
The grave was a grave, but Wayne didn't pick it, eager to put his hand on the hilt of the sword.
"This sword is called Shadow Nightmare. It is the embodiment of nightmare. Only my master can pull it out. If you feel discomfort while pulling out the sword, please let go immediately and don't show off." Yulia reminded.
Wayne raised his eyebrows, took the initiative to merge with the Book of Greed, buffed himself first, and then slowly pulled out the Shadow Sword.
The cold and icy murderous intent extended up his arm, and Wayne sensed an extremely rich aura of decay. This aura cut off all life, representing the most noble death, and also implying the eternal sleep of decay to the end.
The Book of Greed stretched out its tentacles and swallowed the breath of death. Near the big eyeball, the small eyeball representing death shone brightly, blinking slowly and becoming vivid.
Clang! !
Wayne unsheathed his sword, and a cold light shone in his eyes.
The sword hilt guard is shaped like white bones, and at the end of the sword hilt is a skull holding a ruby in its mouth. The material of the sword body is unknown, and the metal light shines out.
Wayne looked at the blade of the sword, saying it was a shadow nightmare, but it was actually so white that it reflected his face like a mirror.
In the mirror, his facial features and skin texture disappeared, and the eyes of his skull danced with white fire.
Wayne was amazed by the peculiarity of this sword and did not notice it at all. He merged with the Book of Greed, staring at death with his big eyes. With the help of the shadow nightmare, the corrupt but eternal power wandered throughout his body. Up and down every corner.
Gray vortex surged, and Wayne's body turned into bones.
Black armor condenses, shoulder armor, chest armor, arm armor, mittens...
Dark and ferocious armors condensed together, covering the torso and limbs. The broken gray cloak fell down from the shoulders, and the skeleton knight with black smoke on his face slowly took shape.
Wayne's body was cold and he didn't feel any discomfort. On the contrary, his mind was unusually calm, his desires were downplayed, and he was calm as never before.
At the end of the bone sword hilt, the ruby glowed with scarlet light, and the endless power of death merged into Wayne's skeleton. Holding this long sword in his hand, he had inexhaustible power.
So strong!
Ridiculously strong!
For the first time, Wayne felt the power of the divine equipment. This power was extremely intuitive and had no side effects...
It seems that the side effects are serious. The skull armor is just a layer of skin. Putting down the bone sword, he is still the righteous and good young man with passion.
"Owner……"
Yulia watched this scene with bated breath. When she saw Wayne pull out the Bone Knight Sword, the shape was exactly the same as her master's. She was so excited that she knelt down and called Wayne his master.
As for the original one, Yulia believed that a horse should look upwards. As a war horse, her back could not be empty and she had to carry something on her back.
Abin shook his tail rapidly. Sure enough, Master Wayne was unique, and only he could pull out this sword.
It's great that I can always be friends with Yulia.
Yulia's back had been empty for too long, and she was anxious to get Wayne to ride her for two laps. She bent her knees and hooves to ask him to get on the horse, which was quite impatient.
Wayne held the saddle bridge at the front of the saddle with one hand, stepped on the stirrups and was about to test drive. Only when he was mid-air did he remember that he didn't seem to know how to ride a horse.
The poor play with cars, the rich play with watches, and the rich play with horses. Economic strength does not allow him to have this skill.
It would be about the same as Veronica, with long legs and the potential to become an excellent female rider.
"Owner?"
"Well, I can't ride a horse." Wayne said slowly, thickly and gloomily.
"..." x3
The dogs were silent.
"It's okay, you can practice. I'll go slower and carry you master around the cemetery. You can feel it first." Yulia comforted.
"Youlia is right, no one is born with the ability to ride a horse, and neither can I. Master, you can first find out how to feel it. Riding a horse is like walking, and you will know how to ride it." Abin cheered.
"That makes sense."
Wayne put away the Shadow Knight sword, got on his horse, and held the front saddle bridge with both hands to maintain balance. After Yulia stood up, he asked: "I just forgot to mention, who was your original master?"
"Death Knight!"
Yulia said proudly: "He serves the goddess of death, is the goddess's lone knight walking in the world, is the founder of the underground tomb, and is worshiped by death believers..."
"Okay, stop talking. Stop by the tree ahead. I want to dismount."
(End of chapter)