Laugh at...... Laugh at......

In the furnace, the hot flames licked the crumbs that had been poured in, making a hair-making sound.

Langdon completely ignored the heat, approached the entrance of the stove, carefully observed the situation inside, then got up, turned to old Victor and said, "The temperature is not enough, use this." ”

As he spoke, he tossed a small bottle to Victor.

Old Victor is no stranger to this thing, and the powerful accelerant invented by the lord can greatly increase the temperature of the flame.

Later, the lord gave the recipe for this treasure to the alchemy, and since then, his blacksmith has received a certain share every week, and this has become the secret of his blacksmith's shop remaining the most popular.

The old dwarf took the accelerant, came to the fire port, thought about it, and poured the accelerant into his mouth, and then sprayed it inside!

The old dwarf has long discovered that if the accelerant is poured directly into it, although it also has an effect, the effect is much worse, and only in this way can the full combustion effect be maximized.

As soon as it was spewed out, I heard a snort inside, and the flames suddenly rose, and they rushed out of the fire opening and burned directly on the old dwarf's face.

Grandmaster-level blacksmith, his body has long been immune to this level of flames, but the hair on his body is not good, a smell of burnt wafts up, and the old dwarf's beard, which he has always loved and pays attention to, was directly burned off in half.

The old dwarf didn't seem to feel it, and spewed out two mouthfuls in a row, and the temperature of the flames instantly increased.

Inside the furnace, the melting rate of the black debris immediately increases at a rate that is visible to the naked eye.

Langdon finally nodded in satisfaction, took the Burial Moon Sword, separated the sword bar from the grip, and put the sword bar into the furnace.

The Burial Moon Sword is also a sword, at least epic in this world, and there is no intention of melting it in such a high-temperature refining furnace.

However, under the scorching heat, the sword body still softened a little bit and turned into a soft sword.

At this moment, Langdon suddenly made a move and drew his sword, and he didn't use iron tongs for this step!

With such a high temperature, ordinary iron tongs will be soft when they go in, and they will not be used at all.

Although his hands were wrapped in a layer of fireproof and heat-proof cloth in advance, Langdon raised his eyebrows when he took his hands away.

However, the hand holding the sword did not tremble for a minute, and the sword was placed on the iron felt, and the next moment, a heavy sledgehammer fell on the sword!

There were a total of five hammers in the smithy, varying in size and weight, the heaviest of which was only occasionally used by Victor, and which Landon used several times.

Bang dang!

The floor of the blacksmith shop seemed to shake!

Bang dang!

Jump again!

Bang dang!

At the third sound, Langdon didn't react, but the two old dwarves on the side changed their faces at the same time.

Tone!

This is not playing music, but Langdon's technique, these three times are not in a hurry and do not see anything special, only the blacksmith skill to a certain extent can see the mystery in it.

"Sixty?" the old blacksmith next door asked uncertainly, looking at Victor.

"Hmph, look down on adults, at least eighty!" said old Victor, glancing at him with disdain, and then said proudly.

It's still saying here, and it's already started over there.

Langdon raised the sledgehammer for the fourth time, and when it reached its peak, it suddenly paused, and then the sledgehammer fell suddenly.

This fall, it directly falls out of the feeling of big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate!

Dingdingding......

A series of sounds that were so dense that the ears couldn't catch them sounded instantly!

There is only one sound, that is, the sound of the hammer falling on the sword body, as for the second sound caused by the hammer bouncing up and falling like ordinary iron, it does not exist at all, under Langdon's precise control, the moment of bounce has turned into the initial force of lifting the hammer!

On the side, the two old dwarves changed their faces again, they all guessed wrong, Langdon's tone was more than a hundred tones!

In one minute, the hammer fell more than 100 times!

Of course, the tone is not as fast as possible, but the most reasonable number of times depending on the prop materials, etc., so that the finished product can reach the best state.

But on the other hand, not everyone can set the tone for more than a hundred, a dwarven blacksmith with a master and a grandmaster here can't do it, and among the people they know, no one can do it!

At the foot of the house, the old king, who was meditating silently, also opened his eyes, and glanced at Langdon with some surprise, the blacksmith strength shown by the lord was really beyond his expectations, but he had a new understanding of this lord.

Langdon didn't know this, his consciousness was completely immersed in the hammer drop again and again, and his spirit had reached the peak, which he had not achieved in the battle.

Bite!

"One Hundred ......"

The two old dwarves meditated, but Langdon still didn't stop hammering, and continued to temper.

Bite!

"One hundred and two!

Victor read it again, but he didn't realize that his voice was no longer quiet, but out of voice.

Bite!

The next moment, the next sound, everything, abruptly stopped!

The sledgehammer rested steadily on the sword, and even if there was no next sledge, under Langdon's control, the sledgehammer still did not bounce.

121 hammers, a full minute, without the slightest deviation! This is completely beyond the cognition of the two old dwarves!

Call!

Langdon let out a long exhale, which condensed into a white streak and burst out of his nose until it hit the hammer.

Langdon removed the hammer, picked up a ladle of water, and poured it on the sword.

Sting!

It was only at this time that the two old dwarves who had attracted all the attention of Langdon discovered that the body of the Burial Moon Sword had also shrunk to almost two-thirds of its original size in the process!

Langdon turned around and walked back to the furnace, and the black crumbs were completely melted at this time.

The next process is very common, draining into the pre-made grinding tools, and then fusing the Burial Moon Sword Body into it.

The two old dwarves had never seen the materials wrapped around a shaped sword bar like this, and they hadn't even imagined how to make the materials really merge.

And Langdon told them with practical actions.

The hammer is done!

Wait for the grinding tool to cool down, take out the formed sword blank, continue to heat, and then apply the iron felt again!

The two old dwarfs opened their eyes again, this time, even more than before, and not once!

The first tempering, set the tone 127 times!

The second tempering, set the tone 132 times!

The third tempering, a full 150 times!

Three times in a row, even Langdon was tired, and he was indifferent to the terrifying heat, and at this time he was already sweating and his breathing became short, but every time he moved, he was still stable and terrifying.

The sword strip has changed from a piece of stubborn iron at the beginning to the form of a sword, and some strange and wonderful patterns have appeared on the surface of the sword body, which is a pattern that has been tempered to the extreme! This proves that the material has been completely integrated with the previous sword strip!

The sword bar cooled again, and Langdon took the hilt of the sword that was placed aside, and the two were connected, perfect!

The two old dwarves glanced at each other again, and they were able to achieve such a perfect docking, which showed that Langdon had set the tone four times before, and there was no deviation, not even a single mistake!

“s...... sh...... God?" the old dwarf looked at Victor and stumbled for a long time before finally saying this.

"No...... I don't know......" Victor also stammered a little, he didn't dare to imagine if the lord had really reached the level of a divine craftsman......

Langdon didn't pay attention to their words, but turned his head and shouted, "Old Wang, it's your turn to play." ”

Lao Wang has been meditating with his eyes closed, only opening his eyes for the first time when Langdon sets the tone for the first time, and at this time, he opens his eyes for the second time.

The oncoming Moon Burial Sword flew over, and at the same time, Langdon's voice sounded, "The thing has been completed, but there is no soul, how to generate a soul, you can figure it out yourself." ”

Lao Wang stared at the new sword for a long time, suddenly raised his hand, and slapped a palm on his chest, this palm contained true qi, not light at all.

The next moment, a mouthful of blood spurted out!

This is not ordinary blood, but the blood of the heart, the essence of the body!

A mouthful of blood sprayed on the sword body, and it was weird, not a drop dropped, but little by little it was all sucked into the sword body!

At the same time, even weirder things are happening.

On the suddenly integrated fitness, which was originally tempered, two words slowly emerged.

Burial Moon!

Only when there is a soul can a weapon become a god.

Here it is.

Excalibur!