January 11, 1507, the day before delivery.

More than three meters of flames erupted from the cast-iron platform, and all the snow within a radius of five meters around it was melted.

Tonight the fire burned so hard that all the wood was filled in.

The whole Bordeaux hill was lit up, and the people at the terminal of the uncertain object at the foot of the mountain slept all night in a trembling night, thinking that there was a forest fire there!

The bandits are gone, and only Morgan and Gawain are busy.

Morgan is operating a huge foot-operated bellows under the furnace, trying to make the fire burn bigger!

Gawain was on the top of the cast-iron platform, his hair was bent by tongues of fire, and beads of sweat were dripping down.

He was carrying a hundred-kilogram sledgehammer in both hands, and was making the final sudden smelting of the half-finished knife that Morgan had previously taken from burning down the house.

"Bang, smack!"

"Bang, smack!"

"Bigger fire!"

"No matter how big the fire is, I'm afraid that if your sword is not forged, you will become dried meat first!"

"No, if the fire isn't enough, it's going to be scrapped!"

Morgan had no choice but to go to the cave and take out a large bag of fire and throw it into the furnace.

"Boom!"

The vermilion flames skyrocketed again, and Gawain clanged even harder on it!

"Damn, it's obvious that the last step of burning the blade has arrived, and all the steps are done according to the master's method, why is there no trace of the blade lines!"

"I've worked so hard......"

"This is the sword I've been preparing since I was six years old!"

"You want to be the strongest supreme fast knife, why do you ...... like this?"

Silent......

Cold silence......

Bang bang......

A pair of blackened hands on the cast-iron platform didn't care about their injuries at all, and kept pounding.

Suddenly, the stove couldn't stand the gravity and collapsed with a bang!

The black-red, black-red iron sword that looked like a burning stick slid in!

Gawain didn't even think about it, grabbed the hot hilt of the sword and flipped it down at the same time.

He's a little out of his mind, and he only has that sword in his heart!

The clothes on the sleeves were instantly engulfed by tongues of fire, and terrifying blood blisters bulged out on his arms in a second and then burst out!

At such a temperature, if it falls in, even the gods will not be able to save it.

Fortunately, Morgan, who felt that the situation was not good, had already come up to check and stood quietly behind him, unwilling to interfere with him!

A pair of large hands grabbed Gawain's rough and blood-blistered hands, and he almost fell into them.

The furnace was still collapsing, and they were at risk of death at every turn.

"Throw that sword at you, or you'll die!"

"Keep it for me, he's the strongest supreme fast knife!"

"You're crazy!"

Morgan saw that Gawain was determined to die, and with a fierce force, Gawain was thrown out with his sword.

"It's so dangerous, I almost got into it myself."

With some frenzied gasps of fear, Morgan lay on the ground.

When he was exerting his strength just now, Gawain was thrown out, but he was almost planted into the fire pit due to inertia, if it wasn't for a tactical retreat in time, the person might be gone......

The long red sword landed on the ice nearly a meter thick, making a stabbing sound.

Gawain lay on the side and fainted, his palms were badly burned, and the burns on his arms were also extremely severe, leaving irreversible scars.

Carrying Gawain and leaving, the knife didn't have the energy to care for the time being.

"What an idiot."

Inside, Morgan complained as he applied Gawain ointment to his burns.

It doesn't matter if he's dead, the problem is that he hasn't built what Morgan wants.

In the moonlight, the unfinished knife forged by Gawain had completely cooled.

It is silvery-gray in color, and it has a dark glow all over it.

On the air-exposed side, there are obvious traces of fire on the blade, forming an irregularly shaped flame blade.

Touching the dark side of the ice and snow, the blade is frozen, and the enlarged version of the ice crystal snowflakes is as if engraved on the blade of the sword, which is extremely beautiful and unapproachable.

Morgan picked it up with one hand and sighed, "What a good knife!" ”

In his previous life, he was also an expert in cold weapons, and this kind of knife was called in that world: plane fragmented complex dark light pattern blade, which can be divided into Tai knife, hit knife, wakicha (waki), short knife, etc.

The sword in his hand, one meter four seven long, can be called a big sword, which is not common in mainstream martial arts, and is mainly equipped in the weapons of the Kamakura period army.

Placing the big knife on Gawain's bedside, Morgan began to prepare for tomorrow's deal with the cottage.

This is the most promising opportunity for revenge, and he certainly won't lose it.

In addition to the necessary sword and flintlock pistol, Morgan and the thieves each made a small bag of explosives that could be carried within three meters.

His idea is very simple, it is a death battle anyway, if he is mortally wounded, he can finally pull the explosive bag to change one for one, which can not only increase the chance of exterminating the slave group, but also appropriately weaken the strength of the bandit group.

There's a neighbor who is strong enough to engulf him at any moment, and that's not what Morgan wants to see.

He didn't want to wait for the bandits to destroy the pirates, and then he would be able to kill himself at any time if he was under the control of others.

A weak neighbor is a good neighbor.

Morgan was ready to play in person, and he didn't tell Seeger.

Of course, he will fan the wind in the dark, light a fire, and release a dark arrow at the same time, and the enemy will have to solve it himself to be discouraged.

At the same time, it is also necessary to observe the level of conventional combat power in this world to plan what to do in the future.

He didn't think that a force of 400 kilograms would be invincible.

After training, the accuracy of the Divine Arm Crossbow has become even better, and Morgan can shoot the enemy's head within 100 meters.

The flintlock pistol also feels okay, and at a distance of 10 meters, the accuracy should be 80%.

Privately, Morgan also made some Molotov cocktails for his own use, which was simply too tempting to create chaos and escape and attack ships.

It's a pity that he didn't do a good job of the thing he gave to Gawain on the drawing, otherwise it would have been fine.

Everything is ready, it's already dawn.

One after another, the bandits came up to resist the arms, and Morgan talked to the leader of the Sigur again, and finally finalized the time for the raid.

The big war is coming......