Chapter 753 - Crafting the Armband
Chapter 753 Crafting the Armband
Inside a secret magic room.
Bright–but not piercing–pure white magic lamps lit up every corner of the place.
Greem stood in front of a delicate alchemy platform, carefully and seriously pouring the molten Flameloathe Iron from the magical crucible into the metallic mold. Once it had cooled to a half-solid state, Greem lifted his carving knife and started to attentively carve patterns and runic lines onto the metal.
Flameloathe Iron was the best metallic material that Greem could use to forge this armband, and the melting point was as high as 9,327 degrees. Due to its excessive hardness and excellent magic resistance, Greem could only carve the lines for the fire arrays in the iron while it was half-molten.
Moreover, to prevent more accomplished adepts from rapidly reading and analyzing the contents of the arrays, Greem had to add decorative patterns and lines over the actual offensive and energy-gathering arrays to conceal their real powers.
The worst part was that he had to do all this while the molten iron was not yet solid.
Seven or eight white serpentfowl eggs with light yellow spots lay in a nest in the innermost corner of the cave. Some bones that had been picked clean were scattered around the nest as well.
The forty-kilometer area around the cliff was the hunting ground of the serpentfowls. The more ferocious magical creatures and beasts had already been driven away to further away places. That was why these two serpentfowls weren’t concerned about the safety of the cliff, even though most of the adults had gone out hunting.
“What a good chance. An incredible chance.”
The few apprentices of Shadow’s Light pushed aside the tall grass in front of their view and looked at this peaceful world with shifty eyes. Their hearts were filled with excitement.
The adult male serpentfowls were all gone, and only two female serpentfowls remained. There couldn’t be better news than this.
The apprentice group had stayed here for two entire days and finally found this chance. They immediately went to work.
Gemogemogemo.
A metal chick emerged from the Black Forest with wooden steps, letting out a strange metallic noise.
This strange object immediately attracted the attention of the three serpentfowl hatchlings playing in the field. They stopped chasing each other and bent down to take a good look at this odd fellow they had never seen before.
These little animals did not sense any dangerous aura from the chick and saw no need to run back to the nest.
The metal chick flapped its wings, flashing its shiny body. It took one round around the field before clucking and running back into the Black Forest.
The three bloodthirsty hatchlings immediately beat their wings in excitement and chased after the chick.
Three big and one small; all four of them disappeared into the Black Forest.
A short moment later, one of the serpentfowls on the cliff looked out with its snakehead. This time, it was shocked to find that three of the hatchlings were missing.
The female serpentfowl immediately cried out. Its peculiar cry possessed the shrillness of birds, but also the hissing noise of snakes.
The sad cry reverberated around the cliff and lingered for a long while.
A short moment later, the two female serpentfowls flew out of the nest and started circling about the cliff, anxiously looking for the missing hatchlings.
The other two napping hatchlings ran back into the nest in a hurry upon being woken up.
The two serpentfowls landed on the field and flicked their snake tongues. Soon, they picked up on the trail of the hatchlings.
The serpentfowls quickly communicated with a bunch of hisses. One of them returned to guard the nest, while the other took to the skies and chased in the direction the smell of the hatchlings vanished toward.