"This is a prototype, Lord Onuoerdao. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

In the scorching forge room, Balkan held a red-hot sword in his hand, which had been tempered for a long time, and was now just taken out of the furnace, only the last step away.

"Wow!"

Balkan dipped the sword in water, mixing the heat with the cold water, and for a moment the water vapor steamed.

Then, in front of Honor's eyes, a sharp long sword finally appeared in front of him.

"Oh! that's ......."

Honor's mouth opened slightly in surprise.

It was also the first time he had witnessed the entire process of weapon manufacturing.

In the past few days, Honore sent people to complete the construction of the forge here, and then he and the Balkans began to conduct experiments in weapon forging without stopping.

Because there was no furnace that could melt the pyroxene, Honore had no choice but to melt the pyroxene by himself and use it as a manual furnace to assist him.

But it's also a lot of fun.

Watching a weapon successfully forged with my own hands, I felt quite a sense of accomplishment in my heart.

Of course, Honore didn't offer much help, and the most he could do was provide some styling inspiration. The rest was left to Kamchi-sama, who sat on the sidelines and waited for the sample to be made.

The Balkans experimented with forging at the suggestion of Honoror, and he was first introduced to pyroxene, and although he had used pyroxene to forge weapons before, he had only done the act of inlaying pyroxene into his weapons.

And forging directly with pyroxene is also an unprecedented thing.

Then, after nearly a full day of forging, the prototype finally appeared in front of everyone as night fell.

It was a cold silver long sword, the blade of which was as sharp as a mirror, filled with a terrifying demonic light.

Honore gently stroked the blade of the sword, and could feel the cold touch transmitted through the blade to his body.

There is no doubt that this sword is full of spirituality.

"Well, that's the last step left. ”

Balkan pinched a cold sweat in his palm, he swallowed his saliva, and asked Honor, "Lord Honor, are you going to come for the first blade?"

"Huh, what's that?"

Honoror looked at the Balkans in some confusion, and then heard the uncle explain.

"It's a tradition of our craftsmen that when a weapon is baked, it will be sharpened, that is, it will cut one's fingers and let one's blood soak in the blade of the sword, so that the sword will gain a certain spirituality. ”

"Ah, this one, since you built it, I'll leave it to you. ”

Honoror smiled at Balkan, after all, as a forger, everyone wants to be able to leave their mark.

Honoror is not the kind of person who likes to compete with others, and it can be seen that the Balkans are eager to take matters into their own hands.

"Yes, yes, since you said so, then I'll ......"

Balkan's body trembled slightly, and he put his finger on the blade of the sword, and with a sharp slash, blood flowed onto the blade.

The long sword suddenly seemed to have life, and it absorbed all the blood, and in a short time, all the blood was gone.

"Wow, that's amazing. ”

Honor's mouth was stammering, it was the first time he had seen such a scene.

"Shouldn't I try sharpness or something?"

Onor looked at the Balkans.

The forge nodded up and down, taking the sword in his hand.

"Well, then, try to kill me. ”

"Y-What did you say?"

Balkan was so frightened that he almost didn't hold the sword in his hand.

Originally, he was going to test it with an iron plate on the side, but Honor's proposal was too surprising.

"Isn't it challenging to use an iron plate or something?" said Ornoor.

"To put it simply, I hope to forge a sword that can cut through those knights, and then I will try to create an enchantment outside my body, and if I can destroy the enchantment, it should be considered a success. ”

Honoror judged on his own, and then cast an expectant look at the Balkans: "Don't worry, just cut it off." ”

Honore smiled lightly, undaunted.

Balkan's hand trembled, and he tried to clench his sword and raise it high.

"That'...... I—I'm chopping. ”

Balkan's body squatted slightly, gathering all the strength of his body into his hands.

"Drink!!"

Then he slammed it, and the blade fell at an angle on top of Honor's head.

"Dang!"

Almost as soon as he was about to touch Honor's hair, he suddenly felt a strong resistance, and the downward trend suddenly stopped.

Balkan gritted his teeth and tried to increase the force of his hand in a hurry.

But it was as if he had struck a wall, and he could not move forward for half a minute.

"Click!"

At this moment, he heard a broken sound, and a crack appeared on the smooth sword.

"Click!"

Half a second later, the rift expanded rapidly, and it was instantly broken into two.

The Balkans suddenly lost their support, and the whole person bounced backwards and fell to the ground.

"It's okay!"

Seeing this, Honoror hurriedly stopped the enchantment.

Balkan fell to the ground, but fortunately the consciousness was still there.

"I'm sorry, Lord Ornoor, for failure. ”

The Balkans were embarrassed to apologize to Honor.

"No, no, no, it's me who should say I'm sorry, I didn't control my strength well, and the sword you built all day today broke. ”

"No, it's an unsuccessful sword in terms of results, right? Looks like I still need to improve myself. Balkan sighed, indeed he knew that he was useless, as the elder had said earlier, in order to melt pyroxene, he needed some kind of secret magic, but unfortunately he didn't know that kind of magic, all he had built over the years was just an ordinary shovel or iron sword.

Now that more esoteric techniques and materials were in front of him, he felt both joy and fear.

Do you have what it takes to do it well? Are you capable enough?

The Balkans have questioned themselves a thousand times.

Although Lord Ornor had been there to encourage him, it seemed that the answer was now self-evident.

Balkan clutched at his hair in frustration and exhaled as if he had given up.

"It's not your fault, don't blame yourself. As if sensing the mood of the Balkans, Honore patted him on the shoulder.

"After all, it's just the first time, right, and honestly, I'm happy to be able to get to this point. ”

"I'm very, very satisfied. ”

"Well, if you can forge a divine sword all at once, then there is a problem, okay? We were originally experimenting, and the so-called experiment must be accompanied by a hundred and a thousand failures to achieve success, so don't care if it is just one failure, if this is used as an ordinary weapon, it should already be quite powerful. ”

Honoror reassured.

His words seemed to have had some effect, and Balkan's expression was noticeably soothed.

"I see, Lord Onor, I will continue to work hard to build a better sword. ”

"Uh-huh, then please. ”