"Bell!" the steel broadsword slashed into the lava giant's leg, and the broadsword was pitifully thin compared to the barrel-thick calf. Felder had already poured the Force into his sword, the blade glowing a faint white light, and he had even seen sparks emerge.

But the blade only carved a half-finger-deep mark into the rock, and at the same time a huge reaction force came, and Felder was momentarily unsteady in his grip, and the steel broadsword suddenly flew out of his hand and flew backwards. Felder felt a pain in his right hand, and looked down to see that the tiger's mouth was cracking, and blood was flowing from the wound.

Felder had just mastered the tricks of the Force and was not yet familiar with its properties. A full blow using the Force often has a great backlash against oneself, and if it is not controlled well, it is likely to hurt oneself.

The lava giant, probably sensing the pain, turned around with a loud roar, and slowly lifted one foot as if trying to trample the annoying ant to death. By the time Felder had come to his senses, the lava giant's feet had been raised. Felder jumped backwards, but it seemed too late, and a huge shadow pressed down on him.

The frost arrows froze the upper half of the lava giant's body, and the thorns temporarily restrained its legs, and it roared, but couldn't move for a moment. The magic lasted less than a second, and one of the lava giant's feet slammed into the ground, sending the muck on the roof of the cavern tumbling down.

Either way, Felder got his life back. He stood facing the lava giant, his hair disheveled and panting. He suddenly smiled, slowly released his left hand on his right hand, and made an insulting gesture to the lava giant, shouting, "Come on!

I don't know if it was stimulated by Felder, the lava giant abandoned the crowd by the furnace and chased after Felder with a pant. In this way, one big and one small, one person and one stone, ran around the garbage heap full of scrap metal, and everyone was stunned to see it, and even forgot to attack.

Felder was flesh and blood, after all, with scrap mechanical parts, glass shards, and even inconspicuous wires on the ground, which covered his legs with blood. He gritted his teeth and ran forward, his face lit up with hope. It turned out that Felder had just seen old Neil taking the black sword out of the mold. Hope you don't disappoint me, he prayed in his heart.

Despite Felder's struggle, he was not overtaken by the lava giants. After a full lap, Felder was the first to return to the furnace, gasping for air with his hands on his knees, feeling like his heart was about to jump out. It was perhaps the most exciting race of his life.

"Boy, your sword!" said old Neil, unshyly seizing the hilt of his sword and tossing it to Felder. The sword arced in the air, and it made a buzzing sound.

"Smack. Felder held the hilt of his sword firmly. It was a plain sword, about three fingers wide, with a pitch-black body, but it was a few points heavier than a steel broadsword, and when it turned, there seemed to be silver spots of light looming on the surface. Although it has not yet started, it gives people a breathtaking feeling.

Felder didn't look much, he felt the source of the vibration getting closer. He brushed his messy hair with his hands, gave everyone a signature smile, and then turned and rushed backwards.

Giants and ants duel, and giants probably can only have one way to attack, and that is to step on them. That's it, the lava giant roared and raised his feet, but before he could hit the ground, Felder nimbly dodged away.

Once again, the lava giant tries to play a game of stepping on ants, but his legs are bound by a bunch of inconspicuous thorny vines. This brief moment was Felder's chance, as he quickly approached the Lava Giant's right foot and poured the Force into his sword, the blade vibrating slightly. In an instant, Felder's momentum skyrocketed, and he slashed at the lava giant's right leg.

The pitch-black blade slashed through the air with a humming sound, leaving silver stars in its wake.

A high-pitched, cacophonic sound echoed through the cavern, and an oblique ring cut appeared in the lava giant's calf, from which a viscous dark red substance seeped out. The lava giant let out an unwilling roar, its tall body unsteady on its feet, and fell forward with a few staggers. Without mercy, Felder stepped forward and added a few more swords to its head.

Shaken like a landslide, dusty. More dirt and gravel fell from the top of the mine.

"Felder!" the crowd came running in an uproar.

"How are you, aren't you hurt?" Elena grabbed Feld's right wrist, and he had to hand the sword to his left hand. I saw that the flesh and blood on his right hand were already blurred, and the blood was left down the back of his hand.

"Alright, it's okay, it's okay!" Felder laughed and tried to retract his hand.

"It's okay, look at what has become of it! Ise, heal him!"

"What disease?"

"Hippie smiley!"

......

When I returned to the Great Rift, several goblins had fallen asleep in the rattan baskets. The group returned to Herbertsel in a hot air balloon, and after thanking Guy and Dabao and saying goodbye to them, they returned to the blacksmith shop with Old Neil.

"Boy, bring the sword. Old Neil watched as Felder held out his hand.

"What for?" Felder hid his sword behind him.

"Are you stupid? This sword hasn't been sharpened yet, put it here, you can get it tomorrow. Old Neil's voice raised a degree. This kid is really a genius at using swords, but it's a pity that his brain is a little bad.

Reluctantly, Felder handed the sword to old Neil and said, "Don't lose me, old man. ”

Old Neil glared at him, took the sword in his hand and looked at it, but his eyes never left.

"It's a good sword. Old Neil said as he stroked the blade of his sword. "It's the second most powerful weapon I've ever built. ”

"First?" said Felder with a hint of unconvincing.

"Isosta, the sword of the blessing of the Light. Old Neil said, touching his beard. "Of course, Isostar is made of Mithril alloy, and I'm afraid this sword is better in itself. ”

"I'll just say, the material for my sword comes from outer space!" Felder smug as he looked.

"Outer space?"

"Heavenly!"

Old Neil looked at the silver light on the sword thoughtfully, paused for a moment and said: "I'm afraid all this is the will of heaven, it's better to do this, this sword is called the Night Sky Blade!"

Back at the Iron Heart Inn, Vane glanced at the clock at the door, it was past eight o'clock. There were only two or three tables on the first floor of the hotel, and it was a little deserted.

"Five Salsen beers and five oatmeal bread!" Felder sat down.

"Sir, big cup or small cup?" said a young dwarven maid with a smile on her face.

"Big glass. Felder only glanced at her and lost the motivation to continue communicating with her. The wide hips, the wide palms, and even the wide neck, everywhere are wide, and it is simply a copy of the male dwarf. What, there are so many taverns, and Lena of the Violin House is the best.

While waiting for food, several dwarves next to him talked loudly.

"Tammy, are you going to race sheep tomorrow?" said a somewhat Mediterranean dwarf.

"Of course, my little darling has been waiting for a whole year, and he has few years to wait. The dwarf named Tammy replied.

......

"Sir, the Solsen beer you wanted. The dwarven maid had a gentle voice and placed the beer on the table one by one.

"What are they talking about sheep racing?" Felder took a big sip of beer, and the cold sensation quickly penetrated his whole body, making him exhale unconsciously.

"Sir, it's one of our Herbertsel festivals every spring, the Salsen Beer Festival, which lasts for more than ten days if the weather is good. Sheep racing is one of the activities, if you want to participate, you can go straight to the north of the city tomorrow. The maid spoke softly and articulately, which was very different from her image.

Sheep racing sounded like a fun activity, and the teenagers hit it off and agreed to head north of the city to the Solsen Oktoberfest the next morning. After a day of running and thrilling trip to the mines, everyone was tired like a loach panting on the shore.

Felder and the others had gone back to their rooms to rest, and Vane sat at the table munching on hard bread. The reason why he didn't leave was because Elena didn't go, and he thought it was strange that Elena was a little speechless and stopped.

"Ahem. ”

"What's the matter, Elena?" Vne looked up, a circle of dry breadcrumbs on his lips, like a yellow beard.

Elena looked at him and laughed, her eyes crooked into crescents, "Can't I sit here if I'm fine?"

"Ah, no......" Vane was stunned for a moment, his face was slightly hot, he lowered his head and continued to nibble on the bread, but his mind was full of Elena's smiling eyes.

"Will you come with me tomorrow?"

"Ah, good!"

"Good night. ”

"Good night. ”

......

In the room, Vane was lying on the bed, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised. "Of course I'll go with you, wherever you ......," he muttered quietly.

Good night, Elena. Vane closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.