It's an ordinary-looking sword.

In the sunlight, the pale silver blade shimmered slightly, the tip of the sword was rounded, and the same was true of the blade, which was obviously not yet opened.

In addition, the semi-finished one-handed sword that has not yet been inlaid with the hilt is just a slender hilt wrapped in brown fur, and when held in the hand, it can feel very unreliable.

But that didn't stop Charles from taking a keen interest in the sword, and holding it up in front of his eyes, his gaze intent, as if he were looking at some treasure.

Calebdil, who was running to report to the office, shook his head at this, feeling that the king was really not doing his job.

"If the production is qualified, Your Majesty should continue to delve into this craft, which is much more interesting than making potions." The Kuanliang dwarf beside him glanced at the back of the sword and commented.

By the way, I spit out a groove.

The two dwarven kings had these blacksmiths come here for the purpose of imparting knowledge, but also for the purpose of learning knowledge.

After all, this is what the covenant says.

Unfortunately, the elves are very good at learning their craft, and the dwarves are confused when they learn the elven potions.

The combination of heat, steps, ingredients and adaptation, and when to add what herbs.

These tedious processes are not mentioned, and few dwarves can learn the basics of the foundation of identifying herbs.

Just as Calebdir secretly ridiculed, told them to strike iron and drink all day long, and collect medicinal herbs all over the forest?

"Recently, a few of the Noldor of Nago Slund have visited, and they are interested in potion making, Your Majesty, should we ......?"

The black-haired dwarf who had no vision to see stayed here all the time, and Calebdir waited for a long time and still stood there, and finally had no choice but to speak.

"No, I don't." Hearing this, Xia Er's gaze was withdrawn from the sword body, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Many medicinal herbs originally only existed in the Land of Seven Rivers, and even if they learned it, they couldn't skip us, not to mention ......"

After thinking about it, he still didn't say that the potions announced were originally some low-grade goods, and there was nothing to hide. Even the potions agreed upon in the covenant with the dwarves were more advanced than these are now.

But think about it, the logistics department of Nando Elves is not large now, and the digestion of the previous recipes has not been completely completed. Now it's useless to talk about anything else.

Dressed in a coarse cloth shirt and trousers, Charles ran to the anvil with his sword in his hand, and Calebdir said after his ass.

"In addition to their interest in potions, they are also very curious about your past, Your Majesty, and I suspect they may have guessed your identity."

Charles paused when he heard this, then waved his hand and said, "Don't hide it, just let them inquire...... By the way, if anyone gets to the bottom of it, then you can tell me to go down, my name is Carnior, or...... Or call it Romian. ”

This obviously meant that he did not intend to hide his identity anymore, and Cele Buddier was slightly surprised when he heard this.

Kellebudir believed that Charles knew about his origins from himself, but the king in front of him did not even want to reveal his identity when he knew about it.

He even still lets others call him by his original name.

Why have you changed your mind now?

Charles apparently didn't have much to say about it, and when he said this, he took his newly forged half-finished product and placed it on the anvil, and then motioned for the dwarves to bring another heavy anvil and press it on.

He ran to the edge of the forest, not far from the riverbank, and pulled away the robe that hung from the branches, and then drew a cross sword.

Not far away, the captain of the guard noticed his king's behavior and thought he was about to go out, so he flipped his hand and was about to jump off the trunk when Charles waved his hand to stop him.

The long-haired captain of the guard reverted back to the branch with a sharp twist of his wrist, and when he looked up, he saw that His Majesty had walked towards the makeshift forge on the riverbank.

"Is it really that fun to forge a sword?"

He wondered, but didn't question it too much.

The dwarven city-states naturally had a deeper sense of convincing for their own kings.

……

Charles didn't have time to pay attention to what his captain of the guard was thinking, and after walking back to the place with his sword, he pulled it out of its leather scabbard without hesitation.

The sword was unsheathed, and a dazzling light bloomed in an instant, the light was like the sun's rays overhead, but when it swayed on the surface, it was as cold as the moonlight.

Blazing hot and clear.

The blade is smooth and silvery-white, with a blood groove spreading straight from the center, and at the end of the sword near the hilt of the cross, a row of Tengwa characters used by the Noldor are depicted.

The Charr knew the Runifin of the Sindar tribe, but the Tengwa Ven, created by the Noldor as High King, did not understand it at all.

He didn't care what it was about, and after drawing his sword, he looked at his other sword.

In fact, if Charles had been able to learn more about the sword of the king known as Nahir, he would have known that it was later used by the human king of the time, Isildur, to cut off the fingers of the Dark Lord Sauron.

At the end of the Third Age, he was again ruled by the human king Aragon, and he made great achievements.

Now, however, he is being used by the Charles for experiments.

The dwarf sat on an anvil and watched as Charles slashed in a lunge-slash in front of him, aiming at the half-finished longsword that was caught between two lumps of iron under his buttocks.

Compared to the dazzling King's Sword, the sword forged by Charles himself stood out as a matter of humble proportions.

However, when Charles suddenly slashed down with all his might, nothing happened except for a loud sound of gold and iron.

Looking down, relying on his fairly good eyesight, the dwarf even found that the long sword forged by the rookie swordsmith under his buttocks did not even have a white mark on the sword!

"I'm dazzled?"

He rubbed his eyes and looked again, still the same.

The dwarf couldn't help but look at the dazzling Nahir in Charr's hand.

The King's Sword, forged by Tierha, the most eminent craftsman of the Firebeard Clan, is the work of the dwarven master forger, because it is attached to magic, and the sword shines with a fierce light all the time, giving the sword-wielder a strong advantage over his enemies.

This sword is also very sharp when used to swing and slash, and it can be called sharpening iron like clay.

And yet, now, it didn't even split a rookie iron sword?

Looking at the young elf king in front of him constantly slashing, listening to the continuous clanging sound in his ears, the bottom of his ass shook and shook, and the black-haired dwarf's heart was also sudden.

At first, he thought it might be because the chopping posture was incorrect, but after so many attempts, the sword still looked good under his buttocks, and he had to be stunned by the veteran blacksmith.

This is an iron sword? Or a steel sword?

Even a steel sword should have been shattered......

"Did he use metal I don't know about?"

The dwarf was skeptical.

This was all the more certain when he noticed that Charles had begun to abandon his sword and chisel with a hammer before it bent.

Iron is very brittle, and normal iron swords do not have this kind of willfulness that is not broken when it is chiseled and bent.

The dwarf, who had thought so, immediately watched as Charles pulled out his hooked iron sword into the nearby furnace.

Then, the faint earthy yellow light that bloomed during the reddening of the sword body due to the ultra-high temperature completely overturned everything he had believed.

"It's ...... Magic? “

The dwarf cried out in surprise.

Charles ignored the voice behind him, his eyes watching the earthy yellow light bloom slightly, and his eyes were thoughtful.

"The secret text is the steering wheel, and the will is the engine?"

The sword is not actually completely divorced from the magic system of this world, in fact, the existence of a secret text on the sword only makes it easier for the forger's will to transform items into magical weapons, or to enchant them.

At the same time, countless broken swords can prove that only by matching the sword, or with the will and mind corresponding to its own forging, can this element be properly superimposed.

In short, only by attaching to the corresponding secret text of the sword's function after it was formed can it function normally, otherwise it will only cause conflict.

For example, the secret text on this sword, if it is expected to be good, it should mean tenacity.

Charles wasn't particularly proficient in secret texts in the past, but he just used them, but he really didn't know which secret text had what meaning, and now he had a little headache when he thought about it.

It's a poor move again......

Shaking his head, he stood up, and just as he wanted to go back and continue his efforts, a faint birdsong suddenly came from the sky overhead.

Looking up, a blue thrush flapped its wings toward him and landed on his shoulder under Charles' gaze.

The bird affectionately rubbed its head against Charles' cheek, and then pecked a green leaf from its paws to gesture to Charles.

Charles touched its little head, then took it and looked at it, and the excitement of the discovery of the secret text was gone.

Because of the sentence written above -

"The dwarven army has failed, and there are giants in the mountains!"