The blade has a ferocious arc that maximizes the power of the slash.

The blade is as bright as a mirror, and the edge of the blade has shallow wavy lines formed by covering the earth, and when the sun shines, it shimmers with a chilling cold light.

With a flick of his fingers, the sound is clear like a dragon's groan, which shows how transparent the texture is. The lord tugged at a strand of hair and flicked it along the blade.

"Wow"

There was a soft sound, and the hair immediately split in two.

"Wow!" a group of idlers who were watching the excitement suddenly exclaimed in unison.

"I'll try. Abu was still a little unbeliever, and suddenly took a leg hair from Gunther's leg, placed it horizontally on the blade and released his finger.

The hair fluttered down, and the force was particularly slight, but the moment it touched the blade, it still broke in two.

"Are you underwhelmed. The gang man rubbed his calves violently, baring his teeth and grinning with a very hideous face.

"Blowing hair and breaking hair, it's amazing. The lord whistled.

"In the fourteen folded forgings, the wind-milled gyoricula is mixed one by one to make it uniform. The covering blade has both a sharp edge and a strong back. According to the latest liquid balance theory, tiger urine and butter quenching are used, respectively. "Chief Setos is proud.

"It is stronger than my time in terms of craftsmanship, and it is better than it is today in terms of materials, so it can be said that it is a fusion of the advantages of the two eras. He shrugged, "To be honest, even I was curious about how high it would be. ”

The name of the maker is usually engraved on the back of the sword, but as a prototype, almost all the masters played a part in its birth, and the long name extends from the blade to the end, representing the wisdom of the group.

"Do we still have tigers in Alpine Castle?" the lord asked curiously when he heard the lake urine.

In this regard, several tiger spirit hunters who were watching the excitement coughed lightly in embarrassment.

Richard shook his head and forced back his laughter, "If you try it, you'll know." ”

Ordnance manufacturing at Alpine Fort has gone through several stages of development.

Re-smelting and forging with trophies of uneven quality is considered the first generation of standard weapons. The iron itself is very poor, and the blacksmiths who rushed to work in a hurry could not return to the sky, so they could only be said to be mediocre. Soon afterward, it was withdrawn from the stage of history and piled up in the warehouse to fall into dust.

Later, he mined, smelted iron, and forged his own, and carefully made weapons and armor by dwarven blacksmiths. Whether it is the ore grade, the forging level, or even the design ideas, it is already quite good. This is a second-generation standard weapon, which has been equipped to this day.

And at the moment, this demon-patterned stainless steel weapon mixed with a certain amount of wind-ground oralcum powder will be the third generation without accident. Before it can be fully assembled, it will have to compete with two generations of its predecessors.

"Abel, raise your sword. ”

With an order, the majestic Charles centaur warrior grabbed the freshly baked demonic steel long knife and slashed sideways.

Richard himself held in his hand a long sword that had just been seized when he had just established himself in the wilderness, and piled it up in the warehouse for several years, and it was already rusty, which made the elders of the high mountain fort think bitterly for a while.

With the sound of "woo" breaking the air, a textbook-like standard slash.

Richard's hand was light, only half of the severed sword remained, and the tip of the sword in front of him fell to the ground, and the fracture was quite flat. On the long knife in Abel's hand, only some scratches that are not obvious can be seen.

"Sharpening iron is like clay, so exaggerated. The lord said as he changed his blade to another blade.

A typical representative of the second generation, the cavalry scimitar used by the centaur. This contest was a little bit interesting, and the two weapons "bitten" together after hitting each other, at least they were not directly cut off like just now.

But after the separation, the gap was still obvious - the second-generation scimitar was cut out of a gap close to half the width of the blade, and it was completely scrapped.

And on the demon-patterned steel long knife, there is barely a chipping smaller than a grain of rice.

"What a terrible upheaval. Buckland watched for a long time with cloudy eyes, slightly puzzled, "This grade of blade is too gorgeous and too dazzling, and it will definitely be targeted by the enemy as a noble officer when it is carried on the battlefield." ”

"You're too careful. Richard just laughed at this concern, "In the future, magic steel weapons will be the standard for each person, and there is nothing that is not dazzling." ”

"Also, the best way to hide a gold coin is to hide it in a pile of gold coins. The old white tiger nodded.

"Next, just start producing at full capacity. The lord shook his fist fiercely, "I see who can compete with our mountain fort in the future!"

A group of Ripper soldiers and officers were suddenly excited, eager to put on their new equipment and fight a big battle. It's a pity that at the current rate of production, they must still have waiting.

"Richard!" said Anne, panting as she came from the other side of the hill with a gust of wind, "a magician who claims to be your acquaintance is waiting for you in the drawing-room." ”

"My acquaintance?" the lord asked.

The magicians he knew could count them on two hands, and it stands to reason that none of them should appear in the Northeast Province.

"Did he say what his name was?"

"Dupont, he said his name was Dupont. The half-elf merchant reached out and put his hands on both cheeks, "It's almost that fat!"

Richard was stunned, "Hey, then I really have to go back and have a look." ”

"What's the origin of this Dupont, why is the shelf so big?" Buckland was very indignant, "I don't know how to send a greeting post or something in advance." ”

"That's not a big deal, it's just a mere magus. Richard smiled.

The old white tiger shuddered and almost fell off his glasses, "Really?"

"What are you lying to. ”

As soon as they heard that it was actually a magister, except for the lord himself, the others immediately paid attention to it.

If an ordinary new frontier can welcome the presence of a supreme mage, it is definitely a great honor. Even if it is developing exceptionally smoothly like Gaoshan Fort, it is still all relying on shamans to support the scene, and there is not even a decent mage.

"In my mind, the whole of you has more weight than the Magister. The lord lowered his voice and said affectionately.

"Shhh~ It's disgusting. The crowd shouted at him, "Go ahead, there's nothing left for you to worry about here." ”

When Richard walked into the parlor, he saw a fat old man as white as dough wearing a purple mage robe, sipping tea slowly.

The robes, which were loose for most mages, were wrapped around him without a trace of extra fabric, and one couldn't help but worry about whether it would crack.

It's not Dupont.

"Master, why are you here? Richard sat down next to him.

"I'm going northwest and I'm sleepy after a day of flying. Du Peng rubbed his eyes, "I just remembered that I still have a little acquaintance in the Northeast Province, so I will take a break and take a look at you." ”