86_86538 When Jiwen opened his eyes again, the sea of fire around him had faded. And the giant elf, covered in flames, was watching him.

"You've finally woken up. Hetos asked.

Givens knew what Hetos' awakening meant, according to the rules of this world, he was actually dead just now, but the forbidden god space brought him back to life again.

The first experience of death left Jiwen with palpitations, and his body seemed to have not fully recovered from the purgatory just now.

Hetoth's test exceeded Givin's expectations. In the face of the surging sea of fire, Given's defense was not worth mentioning. His original Reslynn Magic Steel armor had been damaged and had not yet been repaired. And the flames of that magic furnace were even hotter than the sea of fire emitted by the demons, and it was impossible for flesh and blood to stand in that sea of fire.

Givens looked up at the magic furnace in the air and fell into deep thought.

It was then that Hetos asked again.

"How are you feeling?"

Given's discovery that Hetos didn't say anything about leaving seemed to indicate that the failure just now didn't disqualify Given's attempt. So, Givens immediately stood up.

"I want to try again. ”

Giving's answer, which seemed to satisfy Hetoth, took two steps back, and then moved the magic furnace again.

The second wave of flame frenzy rushed like countless giant beasts, drowning Jiwen's figure, this time Jiwen held out a little longer than before, but finally still fell in the surging flames.

Hetos was still expressionless from afar, but this time his brow furrowed even tighter than before. The resistance on Jiwen's body is stronger than just now, and although the increase is limited, it does increase. But you must know that after all summoned beasts enter this world, their abilities and physique will no longer change, and they will neither weaken with time nor increase with exercise. But Geewen broke this iron law again.

Who was he? Hetos was more and more puzzled. When Givens regained his meaning again, Hetos asked impatiently, "What are you good at besides blacksmithing?"

"Good at?" was suddenly asked this question, and Gawain was a little dumbfounded. Most of the things he's good at can't possibly come out in this world. And in this fantasy world, there are very few things he is good at.

"Except for striking iron, I'm just a little stronger. ”

"Looking at the way you just looked, you don't seem to know how to spell?" Hetos asked with some suspicion after hearing Jivin's answer.

"Yes, I can feel the torrent of spells, but I can't manipulate them without crystal disks. ”

The disc is only an alternative to spellcasting, and the operator of the disc is still quite far from the actual caster. While the caster controls the torrent of spells and freely casts all kinds of spells, the crystal disk warriors can only use the only kind of spell on the crystal disk, and if it is not made up by force, the crystal disk warriors are completely unable to compete with the summoners.

This answer made Hetos even more puzzled, and he asked cautiously: "If you don't know how to cast spells, how can you possibly hold Destiny with just a little strength and spell equipment? ”

It was only then that Givens realized that in Hetos's worldview, he was a pitifully weak person. But such a weak human being, not only did not let the sword of destiny be taken away, but also let the powerful demons fly to ashes under this sword again and again.

All because he has a spirit body.

"Because in that world, I am a spirit, so I can control the power of destiny. There was even a hint of pride in Given's answer.

Spirits? If so, it makes sense. It dawned on Hetoth that a spirit monster that held his destiny in his hands could handle most challenges even if he couldn't cast spells. But the strange thing is that the spirit body is only the patent of those high-level horror monsters, how can it appear in the body of such a weak creature.

Hetos had seen countless passers-by in this world, but Gevin was the one who puzzled him the most.

A weak creature that seemed to have only a brute force actually had a spirit physique, and he even ignored the rules of this summoning world and constantly improved his physique, and even he could get that "fate" and unleash all the power in it to destroy a city.

What was it that was watching over him?

With this deep doubt in mind, Hetos continued to watch as Givens challenged the magic crucible again and again. Under Hetoth's covert control, the impact of the magic furnace grew stronger and stronger, and Givens was enveloped in flames again and again, and then fell in agony.

But in the face of failure, Gilvin never flinched. When the flames receded, he got up again and again, motioning to Hetoth to challenge again.

Hetos could see very clearly that the will shown by Gilvin at this time was terrifyingly strong. Even in the form of a flaming torch, he didn't take a step back.

He had been standing where he had stood in the beginning, in a sense, he had stood on the bench he had already stood.

The endless challenges continued, and Hetos gradually found himself reaching his limit, the magic furnace spitting at its limit, and Given's standing time each time he stood. Such a high-intensity flame flush seemed to be just a quick exercise of Jiwen's magic resistance.

That guy is going to win. Toth was a little reluctant, but he had to admit it.

Sensing the dawn of victory, there is also Jiwen. Although he didn't quite understand the abnormalities in his body, he had clearly felt from the pain again and again that those scorching fires were no longer as terrible as they were at the beginning, and his nerves could endure the pain that pierced his heart.

At this moment, his clothes had long since turned to ashes, and the flames washed over his skin like flowing water, but he still remained conscious, standing in the tide.

Finally, the last wave of flames receded from the workbench, and a resolute figure emerged from the retreating sea of flames, and although there were still a few sporadic flames resting on his shoulders and arms, his legs were still firmly on the smooth workbench.

As if acknowledging Given's victory, Hetoth returned to the workbench, this time carrying the tools and materials for forging, as well as the piece of night silver.

Hetos tossed the pliers and hammer to Given, and then

"Let's process the night silver. ”

The furnace of flames opened again, and the raging flames flowed through Hetoth's arm and Given's body, but both craftsmen remained motionless, their eyes fixed on a small dot in the fire. That little dot was the Nightsilver, the powerful flame wash made the Nightsilver almost float in the flames, and under the rapid heating of the blazing flame, the surface of the Nightsilver gradually softened, and began to slowly shrink into a sphere.

"It's now!

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