The sunrise on the Blood Flame Continent was particularly early. Only two or three hours after the sacrifice ended, the golden yellow covered the entire Akt tribe.

Avis washed up early, left his room, and habitually went to greet his mother, the clan leader.

Compared with the relatively loose management of other tribes, some of the Akts' habits and rules are strict, and even a little unkind.

For example, except for children under 3 years old and elderly people over 50 years old, as well as those who are sick or disabled, everyone must get up within fifteen minutes after sunrise and start working busy, even Wright and Ivis are no exception.

Looking at the Akt people who were already orderly in the morning, Ives felt emotion.

If there weren't too few people with the talent for cultivation, in this way, the Akt tribe would definitely be a tribe.

"Ives, how about it? Did you have a rest yesterday?"

This familiar loud voice is undoubtedly his brother Wright.

"Hey, my dear brother, there is no problem at all. How are you? I bet you must sleep like the dead pig that Aunt Susan next door slaughtered."

After a simple day, Ivis also began to get used to the world.

"Damn little guy, I bet you didn't sleep well last night! Things have been so bad these two days! I swear to the great God of Akt that if I could get through this difficulty, I will definitely insist on taking a shower every three days."

Wright replied happily. It seems that his younger brother is really fine.

Isn't this all back to normal?

Soon, the two of them walked out of the patriarch's house.

Without obvious prompts and directions, it seemed that Ainia was not worried that the Lim Kingdom would attack again. She just expressed her condolences to her sons with a kind look, and asked Wright to try her best to take care of her sister Yana, who was still emotionally unstable.

"Ives, don't worry! Mother is the wisest person. Since she is not worried, it means that things are not as bad as expected."

Wright said after looking at Ivis, who was still worried.

"Yeah! Maybe I didn't sleep well, I'm fine."

Avis smiled and then passed by, but was still worried.

This is a country. At best, we are just a tribe, or a small one. Where does the mother get the confidence?

"Come on, little guy, come and have a look! There are a few things we handed over yesterday that are really interesting."

Seeing that his younger brother was still in a lack of interest, Wright tried to divert his attention, then pulled Avis aside without saying anything, and waved at a young tribe.

"Mr. Wright, Mr. Ivis!"

A young Akt man quickly stepped forward and after a simple salute, he placed a long object wrapped in coarse cloth on the ground.

"Cyrivel, open it!"

Wright quickly gave orders to the young man named Chirivel.

I saw the young man's eyes burst out with dazzling light in an instant, and he quickly unpacked the outer layer.

A fire spear about three feet was displayed in front of the three of them.

"Ives, this thing was found by the assassin you killed yesterday. This thing is a rare item. You know a lot and see if it can be used?"

Wright knocked off Chirivel, who was still trying to touch a few times, and his eyes shone with the same light, looking at Avis hopefully.

"This is...the Fire Sword!?"

Avis looked at the entire gun structure carefully, looked at a metal hook on the gun, and felt deeply moved.

Unexpectedly, I could still see such an antique after traveling to the third life. Looking at the charm in Wright and Chirivel's eyes, I guess I have admired it so much.

"This thing... requires gunpowder and a very long hemp rope as a lead to be used."

Avis paused and said slowly.

"Yeah! Keep going!"

Wright and Chirivel said in unison.

"This thing is really a little better than the earliest fire door gun, only a little bit.

You can only fire up to two or three bullets per minute, with low accuracy and a range of about 200 meters.

The most important thing is that it is very complicated to use, and it cannot be used any time it rains.

To be honest, when you really go to the battlefield, you are not as efficient as Wright, using crossbow arrows."

Ivis briefly told some of the earliest gunpowder firearms he knew.

After listening to Ivis' introduction, Wright and Chirivelle instantly lost their energy.

In this era, gunpowder, as a new thing, is very expensive.

I heard that something equipped with called cannons is even more powerful and can be operated by ordinary people.

And its power cannot even resist the physical strength of a golden realm practitioner.

"What about the practitioner?"

As one of the few cultivators in the Akt tribe who reached the Bronze Realm, Chirivel was particularly concerned about this weapon.

He had seen the elusive Mithril Assassin in the Lim condemnation team using this thing, which was thunderous. The distance he shot was definitely not just 200 meters.

"This...I can't say!"

Avis had never seen the attack in the Misilver realm. After all, he was also attacked by a sneak attack before his death. After waking up, he did not wait for the second attack. The assassin was killed by his sword.

"Mr. Ives, I have experienced the horror of this weapon with my own eyes, especially in the hands of a practitioner.

His power and attack range are much greater than you just said.

If I guess correctly, his weapon or something called bullet was attached to it by a magician!"

Chirivel thought for a long time and explained his understanding.

"Yes! Xiao Qili, you have the point this time. My brother, I swear to God Akt, that's definitely what it is."

When Wright heard this, he immediately agreed.

"Huh?" As soon as Ives finished hearing this, he felt that things seemed a little out of control, as if they had been dug up by his dear brother.

"Boy, even if you think about your tribe, you can help you think of a solution.

We finally got such a good thing, and you are such a genius magician.

You know that Kirivel is a kid, who is strong and has a good realm.

If you can use this thing smoothly, you will be more comfortable facing Lim Country this time."

Sure enough, Wright put forward his own ideas, and then made a gesture to Chirivelle, indicating that he should not add to his own mistakes. He knew his younger brother the most.

"Oh... I'll try it. You know, I'm not good at enchanting. I can't promise it! After all,... I've just entered Mithril... No, the Golden Realm."

Avis sighed and replied, God knew how he should enchant, so he could only take it with his teeth.

After some shirks, the matter was finally settled temporarily. The Fire Spike was temporarily placed here at Ives, and asked him to study it and try to find a way to enchant it, and then hand it over to Chirivel after it was successful.

Before the three broke up, Avis was so unbearable that he grabbed Wright, who was about to go to the control zone.

"Wright, I'll ask you something. What if I don't know magic at all now?"

Ivis asked with difficulty.

"What?" Wright was startled, his whole body trembled, and then slowly came to his senses, and smiled again and said. "I didn't expect that my dearest brother would tell jokes too. If you don't know how to magic, then what happened to the sky and the sea of ​​fire last night? And that flying sword, do you have to control it with magic?"

"Oh, I'll just say it."

Ivis replied with an awkward smile.

"Don't be too stressful, my dearest brother. If the Fire Spike is finally confirmed to be just a useless decoration, let it go. Don't worry too much."

Wright obviously had a wrong idea, thinking that it was his previous pressure from Chirivel, which made his younger brother feel the pressure, so he comforted him.

...

Looking at Wright who was leaving, Avis held the Fire Spike in his hand, and his heart became heavier.

"What, do I have to be a magician? This setting is really a bit tricky."

Ivis is not an insufficiency. He already has infinite talent for swordsmanship and is not greedy. Which road is not open to heaven?

However, when he was discussing the Fire Sword Spear before, there was a discovery that made him extremely distressed in his memory that he had recovered in an instant.

He may have to continue to abide by his identity as a dual-type magician.

Avis' title of magician represents the most noble and noble neutral institution in the entire Blood Flame Continent - the Forthia Magician Alliance.

No wonder my mother has been much calmer after last night's nightmare experience.

Because any magician who passes the Fthia qualification certification will be regarded as the "contractor" of the Mage League and will be protected by the Fthia League.

Anyone who harms the wizard of the Fthia Contract for no reason will be punished the most severely.

Whether it is an individual or a country.
Chapter completed!