Chapter VII Three Elements

"Hey, off topic. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info Back to the topic, in those histories covered by time, the birth of the recorded emperor-level weapons was constantly nourished and strengthened by the emperor with his own soul power and combat power, and finally evolved into an emperor weapon, and it took a long time.

Legend has it that the 'Emperor' can directly forge Emperor-level weapons. Every Great Emperor-level weapon is so powerful that it is disgusting, and getting a Great Emperor-level weapon is equivalent to getting half an Emperor-level boost, so much so that every powerful cultivator dreams of owning a Great Emperor weapon.

Of course, legends are legends after all, and it is not certain whether there is an 'emperor' or not, and you don't have to think too much, haha. James was worried that he would be obsessed with it, so he laughed.

"And what else is on top of the Imperial Weapon?" Mogar asked casually as he placed the red-hot iron on the forge and began to thrash rhythmically with the hammer in both hands.

Following Mogal's rhythm, it can be found that for every three heavy hammers, he changes to a light one, then two heavy ones, another light ones, and finally one light one. There are nine hits in total, and the cycle keeps going.

"Artifact... , the artifact is no longer in the category of weapons in this continent, and the estimation that it can forge an artifact is not in the category of people. These are still too far away from you, just listen to them. James took another sip of wine and sighed.

Seeing that the ink iron had begun to become a long strip in just one sentence, James smiled and said, "Well, the two cycles are beginning to take shape, it seems that you have almost learned the 'Nine Songs'." ā€

After a pause, he continued, "I told you before, do you remember the three elements of refining that are the most widely circulated and most recognized by forgers?"

"Forging methods, temperature control, material properties. ā€

"That's right, the forging methods are the ones I taught you, and each famous forging grandmaster will have their own unique forging method and unique style.

Like the transcendent forging master 'Flame Bird', the fire he uses is taken from the inheritance flame of the Fire Phoenix Clan, a branch of the Feng Clan, after he became a grandmaster, every weapon he forged has the attribute of the fire element, and each weapon has his unique mark, a three-headed bird surrounded by flames and raising its head and chirping. ā€

"I've never heard you talk about it before. ā€

James shook the wine in his hand and thought for a moment before continuing, "The fire element attribute just now refers to the unique attribute of the weapon after reaching the seventh level, which is also the only basis for judging whether a forging master can become a seventh-level forging master. And if a weapon has additional attributes, then the power of the weapon will also be greatly increased.

For example, if a seventh-level weapon with the attribute of the wind element is given to an ordinary sixth-level warrior of the wind system, then he urges the attribute of the weapon to defeat the seventh-level powerhouse across a level, so after becoming a seventh-level forging master, he will be crowned with the title of 'forging master'. ā€

"Will every sword above level 7 have an attached attribute?"

"There will definitely be, but not necessarily shown, some attributes require a special method to activate, and every weapon with hidden attributes is too powerful. Of course, such weapons are extremely rare.

Let's talk about 'temperature control', which can be divided into two parts, one is the control of the flame, and the other part is the temperature control of the material during hammering.

In the continent, flames can be divided into four types: ordinary flames, elemental flames, xenoflames, and inextinguishable flames. To put it simply, ordinary flames rely on external objects to produce flames, which require a carrier to exist, such as the flame in this furnace is produced by the burning of black ebony. James gestured to the stove next to him.

"Elemental flame is a kind of flame condensed by elements, which does not necessarily need a carrier, and the alien flame can only be produced in some special places, and it also needs special methods to preserve, and it is generally inseparable from the place of birth, like the flame of the transcendent forger 'Flame Bird' is a kind of alien flame. James paused again, took a sip of his wine, and waited for Mogar to digest it.

"And what is the unquenchable flame?"

"The Immortal Flame is the most mysterious of all, the Flame of Never Extinguished, how it was formed, no one knows yet, the Immortal Flame is as important to the Forge Master as the Great Emperor's weapon is to the powerful of the realm.

The temperature control of the material during hammering requires continuous hammering and forging, from which it is slowly understood. As for the material properties, there is no need to explain it, have you finished reading the book "Strange Materials of Luzhou" for you?"

"I'm almost done, and I remember almost the content in it. ā€

"Yes, that's good. To sum up what I said, it is why I just said that the strength of the forger itself is not directly related to his forging level. However, any powerful blacksmith will have a certain strength to back it up. You have to know that the more powerful the weapon, the longer it will take to forge, and there can be no long intervals during the period, if there is no point of strength, then the high-strength forging will long be exhausted. ā€

James suddenly asked, "Xiao Mo, I think you seem to be easily distracted lately, what's on your mind?"

"Well...... It's nothing, you can continue. Mogal paused visibly.

James gave Mogar a deep look, and seeing that Mogar didn't want to speak, James didn't ask. Looking at Mo Tie, who was already a bit sword-shaped, he put down the wine bottle in his hand and waved his hand, "Xiao Mo, you come down, give me the hammer." ā€

Mogal jumped off, handed him the hammer, and stepped aside to watch. James held the wine glass in one hand and the hammer in the other, aimed at the piece of ink, and fell very slowly, and suddenly a powerful suction force came out of the hammer, first bringing up the corners of Mogal's clothes, and then even Mogal's body tilted in the direction of the hammer, Mogal stared at the hammer with a frightened face, and grabbed the edge of the forge table with both hands to not be sucked away.

The ink iron under the hammer kept vibrating, and the shape kept changing, and the ink iron seemed to be adsorbed to the hammer, but until the hammer touched the ink iron, the ink iron did not move upwards a bit. The moment the hammer touched the ink, the suction disappeared, and a circle of visible ripples spread out from the ink, and when it was about to touch Mogal's clothes, the ripples instantly contracted.

With a "ding" sound, a delicate short sword appeared on the stage, from the end of the handle to the tip of the sword, there was a delicate pattern around.

James took a sip of his wine and took a deep breath, feeling as if it had expended some of his strength. He took the short sword to Mogal, and before he could withdraw from the shock just now, he was stunned by this scene again, he gasped deeply, took the short sword with a little trembling hands, and kept looking.

James picked up the wine bottle on the table and took two sips into the bottle, not urging Mogar, quietly waiting for Mogar's next question.

Mogal watched it for five minutes, looking at it from the beginning to the end, looking at even the tiniest lines carefully, as if he wanted to see the internal structure clearly.

Mogal took another deep breath and said slowly, "How did you do this? Mogar looked at James wistfully.

"That's what I'm going to teach you today, and what I'm going to tell you next, you can't tell anyone, including me, unless you have my permission, you promised me. James put down his glass and bottle, leaned half against the corner of the table, his thumbs clasped together, and looked down at Mogar solemnly.