During the rest days, the people who were waiting for the long night to return on the edge also seemed a little bored.

Although time has only passed for less than half a day.

After all, AI does not need to sleep.

And the players' excitement has not subsided yet.

"So now the long night on the edge is at Elise Power Station?" Xinghuan leaned against a recliner, picked her eyelids and asked the girl beside her.

"Yes, he said he wanted to call someone to come and pick up the wires and make a big fuss." Nangong sat on the ground early and night, playing with the skull in his hand.

"It's such a nonsense. From my perspective, we should be at the resurrection point next time we see him." Xinghuan closed his eyes and smiled.

"That may not be." Nangong threw the skull in his hand from his left hand to his right hand, and then threw it back from his right hand to his left hand, and thus cycled.

"Yes, I'm just a joke, and he is really not that easy to deal with." Xinghuan's eyes were slightly closed, looking very comfortable.

The afternoon sun shone diagonally along the cracks between the walls into the lounge of the command post, shining on the cloak where the star rings were scattered on their bodies, revealing a special feeling of leisure.

Just as the two of them were in their room like this and doing their own things, Xinghuan's eyes suddenly opened.

"I said, you are a mage, right?" Xinghuan looked at the skull in Nangong Zaye's hand and said slowly.

"Of course, the mage of the Necromancer is also a mage." Nangong did not look at the star rings, but continued to organize the materials in his backpack.

"Then you know the skills of melee combat, too." Xinghuan asked again.

"That's right, but I can only use the sickles and curse blades made with necromancers, and I have never used anything else."

As he said that, Nangong Zaoye stretched out his hand and gestured in the air twice, making a melee gesture.

"Curse Blade? What kind of weapon is it?" Xinghuan, who didn't know much about the necrotic spells, immediately asked.

"I'll take it out and show it to you." Nangong Zaoye looked at Xinghuan's gaze full of knowledge, so he simply stood up and pinched the head that he had just played with in his hand in his palm.

When Xinghuan saw this scene, she sat up with interest, no longer the decadent look she had just now.

So Nangong began to prepare and sing spells early and night.

As the spell was prepared, the purple-black magic array began to appear particularly strange in this small room.

Then, she opened her mouth and began to sing.

"The night in the void of the Death Realm is as sharp as paper, and the bondage of evil spirits is left with only half a foot, the witch curse shadow weave, blood shaping stone, turning hands into swords, turning hands into teeth!"

The fall of every word makes the image of the skeleton in her hand more illusory.

And with the illusion of the skeleton itself, the phantom of a short-handled and long-blade knife began to slowly emerge.

Star Ring, who was watching all this, was also completely focused, and she didn't dare to have any flashing god at all.

When the last word from Nangong morning and night fell, the magic circle wrapped around the entire room was recycled and condensed on the knife suspended in her hand, condensing the body of the knife out.

"Hu." I held the newly released curse blade in the morning and waved it twice in the air.

The black curse blade drew two black and red trajectories in the air, looking full of cursed aura.

"Is this the curse blade?" Xinghuan was particularly interested in the knife in Yaye's hand. His eyes seemed to tell Yaye that he wanted to use this knife.

After all, in addition to being a mage, Xinghuan is also a swordsman.

"Let's try it for you." Nangong Zaye immediately saw Xinghuan's idea, so he handed the black knife to Xinghuan directly.

"Oh, thank you, thank you." Xinghuan was overjoyed and carefully took the magic creation, and then began to study it.

"This curse blade looks like a knife, but it is a little different in details. How should I say it..." Xinghuan observed the curse blade in his hand, and then slowly said, "Compared to a knife, this thing is more like a sword, just a single-edged sword."

"It's all right." Yaye smiled and looked at the uncle who looked obsessed in front of him. "Because this thing is a magical creation, it is most appropriate to use it by a mage, because all its spell corrections are very high, and it can also be used as a staff, which is very convenient."

"That's really good." Xinghuan looked at the weapon in front of him and expressed his approval. "I didn't expect that the Necrotic System would have such convenient magic. I would have known that I wouldn't have learned the Change System back then."

"Hehehe, it's all taught by Teacher Seer." Yaye scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Well... well... it's really good." Xinghuan nodded, and then handed over the curse blade in his hand to Nangong Zaye. "By the way, what else did Seer teach you besides giving you magic?"

"Ah... Teacher Seer only taught me magic." Yaya thought for a while, "He is so old, and he can't teach anything else."

"Then how do you usually use this curse blade? I see that the two waves you waved in the air just now are quite good." Xinghuan seemed to see some point from his body in the morning and suddenly became interested.

"How to use it... I'll just chop it up casually, and use it whatever I want." Yaya scratched his head again, "I'm a mage, and I don't look like you are a swordsman, so I must have to use it casually."

"This is a bad word." After hearing this, Xinghuan directly denied it, "If you want to learn, so what if you are a mage?"

As he said this, Xinghuan began to give rich examples and present opinions.

"Look at me, the dual cultivation of magic and martial arts, is not only one of the four great magicians, but also one of the four great sword saints."

"But no matter which one you are the last one," Nangong complained.

"This is not the point!"

Star Ring waved his hand quickly and raised the next example.

"Look at the edge of the night again, he is also a mage, and while he is a mage, he is also a mechanic and archer!"

"But he uses black fog when fighting, and as a mechanic, he seems to be just using that mecha all the time. As a mage, isn't it all the flying technique? Besides, archer? If the author doesn't mention it, this setting will probably be forgotten."

What Xinghuan randomly gave examples was Nangong's even more violent complaints in the morning and night.

"Anyway!" But his cheekyness didn't care about Nangong Zaye's complaints.

"Do you want to learn some swordsmanship from me or something?"

He pointed his index finger at Nangong Zaye and asked loudly.

"OK."
Chapter completed!