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"You're absolutely right, I really don't understand the hardships of a noblewoman."

Her female companion laughed and said, "But I have Silver Coins to lend you."

"Miss Zhuo Ya Hawk, I'll repay the Silver Coins when I get back!"

Linda lightly bumped her female companion, and the two laughed together.

"Alright, let's not waste time."

Zhuo Ya linked arms with Linda, "Let's go quickly and take a look at the Array you mentioned in the report."

The two did not linger and quickly stepped into the underground estate.

The area around the underground estate was filled with torches illuminating the dark space, and Linda took charge of keeping watch.

Zhuo Ya circled around the Array, observing carefully.

She not only examined the runes on the Array but also occasionally inspected the corpses within it.

After a long time, Zhuo Ya stood up with furrowed brows.

"This Array is extremely complex."

"It extracted the souls from these corpses and transported them elsewhere."

"And their blood became the energy for the Array's transportation."

Zhuo Ya sneered, "Not a single ounce wasted."

Linda was somewhat surprised.

"So you're saying, this Array has nothing to do with those undead bodies outside?"

"Those undead bodies were all infected by the undead plague, no need for such a complex Array,"

Zhuo Ya shook her head.

"Undead bodies are very weak, not a threat to us, only effective against ordinary people."

"Just a small trick of traditional Necromancers, a few potions can achieve this."

Zhuo Ya's expression turned serious, "But this Array is quite powerful, entirely different."

"Even though it appears similar, the difficulty is entirely different."

Zhuo Ya put away her smile,

"It seems someone wants to do something under the cover of this war."

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In the courtyard of the Blacksmith Shop.

Sawdust and ashes danced in the wind, with the air still holding a burnt smell.

"Thud."

The hammer slipped from Bard's hand subconsciously, making a dull sound.

Breaking the silence of the courtyard.

The Guard took a deep breath of the cold early spring air, stammering,

"Lord, what, what happened?"

The Guard's voice trembled as he slowly stepped forward.

The ground was still warm, and the charcoal glowed faintly.

In the next moment, the Guard discovered an even more shocking sight,

"Sir, the nails have melted too!"

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn, and they rushed forward together.

The Guard pointed towards the broken fence, where the deformed nails glowed faintly red.

Everyone's gaze fell into a daze once more.

In his eyes towards Luo De, the Guard was filled with reverence, yet tinged with fear.

As a Guard of the estate, he had seen Luo De cast spells.

However, that was just a small flame, like an arrow or a hidden weapon, piercing a hole in the target.

But what is this now?

What is happening here?

Who can block this strike?

As a warrior, the Guard couldn't help but ponder.

Facing such an opponent, how can I fight?

The answer is that I can't.

Only can I avoid, or fight to the death.

"Luckily... luckily Lord Baron is our Lord."

The Guard suddenly spoke these words, drawing nods from the nearby guards.

Also being warriors, their thoughts were the same.

While everyone was still in shock, Bain brought the Yak People, kneeling directly on the still-warm ground.

Other Yak blacksmiths followed Bain in successive kneels.

"My Lord, is this your Divine Power recovering?"

Bain's deep voice struck like thunder in everyone's hearts, and suddenly everyone understood.

The Lord's identity is indeed extraordinary!

Perhaps he is truly a Saint Master or a resurrected deity!

Hammer and Bard exchanged glances and couldn't help but kneel alongside the Yak People.

The supervisor knelt, and other blacksmiths could no longer stand, following suit with the guards.

Vivian also followed closely, bowing her head and kneeling on one knee.

"Everyone rise."

Luo De slightly frowned but did not explain.

There was no way to explain.

Primarily, Luo De himself did not expect such great power.

Even though this strike drained most of Luo De's Blazing Energy.

Everyone slowly stood up, but from the look in their eyes, Luo De understood they hadn't recovered from the shock.

"Alright, go to work."

Luo De casually waved his hand, and no one dared to linger, quickly returning to the Blacksmith Shop.

Luo De snapped back to reality, carefully inspecting his masterpiece.

The destroyed fence wasn't important.

Dispatching a few dozen people could repair it in a couple of days.

What mattered was, even if someone stood before Luo De wearing Full Body Armor, they couldn't withstand this strike.

Vivian slowly stepped forward, lowering her voice to ask:

"Does this strike hold the power of a Legendary Knight?"

"I don't know."

Luo De slightly shook his head, "I've never seen a Legendary Knight; just guessing from the legends, it might be close."

"Judging by spell level, in the realm of first-circle spells, there's the Breath of Flame, which is described to have similar power."

A first-circle spell is one that a High-level Wizard Apprentice can learn and master, truly overwhelming ordinary people.

According to legend, a High-level Wizard Apprentice and a Legendary Knight possess approximately similar strength.

Vivian nodded. Her gaze inevitably fell upon Luo De's Ashbringer.

Looking at her own Embroidery Needle, Vivian raised her head, lips pressed with a smile of anticipation.

Her intention was obvious.

She too wanted a weapon with such immense power.

"You'd best not hold too high hopes."

Luo De seriously explained: "Due to the Flame Tempering being closely related to Ashbringer, Ashbringer underwent a qualitative change."

"If it were another attribute, it might only be ordinary Enchantment."

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