Soon after, there was a sudden rattle outside the felt bag, followed by the panting of the old bellows. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Rodin woke up from his contemplation and looked out the door, only to see an old man with white braids and a dark yellow lean muscle who was struggling to push a cart more than one person tall to come slowly.

The old man's face was full of ravines and wrinkles, but his facial features were as hard as a knife, and he was in good spirits and had his own bearing.

When he saw the figure at the door, he suddenly shouted, "Hey, I'm talking about you! Why are you standing stupidly, and you don't come to help me?"

The voice is loud and full of energy.

Rodin was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly stepped forward to take a hand.

The top of the trolley playfully exposed several ores, some dull as ink, others bright and crystal clear.

The mottled wooden car was full of carts, extremely heavy, and Rao had to use the power of the blood to strengthen his body with the strength of his promotion to the power of the power, so he steadily pushed the cart into the felt bag.

It's hard to imagine how this old man came all the way to push the cart over.

"Whew-"

The old man took out a dirty rag and wiped his white sweat,

Without raising his head, he said, "Okay, boy, I can't see that you are thin, but your strength is not small." ”

"What's the matter, let's talk about it!"

He gasped a few times, his expression unreasonable.

Rodan suddenly felt a little brain pain, this old man is probably not good to serve.

I couldn't help but lower my attitude and said respectfully, "You are Elder Lexa, I'm Rodin, who just joined the tribe yesterday. ”

"Stop-"

"Why is there so much nonsense, I also participated in yesterday's ceremony, there is no need to say more about these side matters, hurry up and say your purpose directly!"

The tone is irritable and seems rather impatient.

Rodin couldn't help but turn his head to look at Krusas, trying to make sure with his eyes that the stinky old man in front of him was really Elder Lexa?

However, Krusas still tapped his sword to himself, ignoring it, and strangely enough, Elder Lexar seemed to take Kerr for air, and did not even glance over there, and even more deaf to the rhythmic sound of hammering.

Rodin glanced back and forth between the two, and he inexplicably felt that something was strange, and the two seemed to be very incompatible with each other.

"Since you let me be direct, then I won't talk nonsense. ”

Thinking so in his heart, but after all, he still controlled his tone and said patiently: "Actually, I came to you today just to ask for advice on the blending skills of sword oil. ”

"Oh?"

The foul-tempered old man suddenly raised his head to look at Rodin, and his attitude suddenly changed.

"Show me the bronze statue?"

After seeing the token in Rodin's hand, the old man's impatient and disapproving attitude made a 180-degree turn, and showed an awkward and kind smile at him.

"Okay, okay, boy, let's sit down and talk slowly. “

Irresistibly, he led Rodin to the door, pulled the two small ponies, and sat down comfortably.

Seeing the other party's puzzled look, he suddenly showed a melancholy that his bosom friend was hard to find, "Originally, I thought that you came here to ask me for a weapon or some sword oil like other stinky boys. “

"I didn't expect it, I looked away. ”

"You are a wise man with a vision, and since you have chosen a swordsmith, you are your own person with the old man.

"I've always been very generous to my own people. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. ”

"As long as you can endure this hardship, just keep learning from me!"

Lexa looked at him like a dragon staring at a peerless diamond, full of eagerness and surprise.

"Sure enough, has the swordsmith been reduced to this, and the huge tribe can't even find a single inheritor?"

"This old man's attitude is clearly to give me a heavy responsibility. Or just follow him?"

Somewhat bewildered by his enthusiasm, Rodin changed the subject and said, "So, who is Krusas in the house?"

Hearing this name, Lexa frowned as if he was reminiscing, and a few knife-like wrinkles appeared on his forehead, but in the blink of an eye, the wrinkles were smoothed out, and all this calmed down again, and he said casually: "That guy just gave me chores, there is nothing worth saying." Let's talk about the skill of a swordsmith. “

He clearly avoided the topic subconsciously.

"There are quirks. “

But Rodin didn't chase after him anymore, and began to talk about sword oil according to Lexa's wishes.

He began to talk endlessly, out of control, through its glorious history, from thousands of years to explain in detail, Rodin listened with relish, appeared extremely patient, and could not help but make Lexar more satisfied.

To understand something, it is best to start with its roots, its origins, and never deviate from its origins, so that you can grasp its essence.

After listening to the history of sword oil for most of the day, he couldn't help but suddenly realize, and his expression became more and more solemn.

The history of the development of sword oil is basically the history of the development of the tribe, and it can also be called the history of the development of the beast race.

It originated before the invasion of the Central Continent by exotic wizards, when orcs, humans, elves, dwarves, and various sub-humans survived under the oppression of monsters, and I don't know how long.

Orcs have gained a wealth of experience in battling an endless number of monsters.

They keep a record of the monster's abilities, characteristics, preferences, weaknesses, and so on.

By chance, a knowledgeable and wise elder discovers that certain special substances can have a myriad of effects on different monsters.

Driven by curiosity, he experimented with a series of plants, minerals, and biological materials in different proportions, and fused them to create some liquid with magical effects.

As long as these liquids are applied to the weapon, they can deal additional damage to certain monsters, and the damage ratio will also vary erratically depending on the subtle differences in the liquid configuration.

With it, orcs can defeat the strong with the weak, and get twice the result with half the effort in the battle against the monsters.

There were about 120 kinds of sword oil that were originally researched, and there were 180 different kinds of monsters that produced different amplification effects.

This orc elder recorded all the recipes in a book called the Book of Leaves, which carries the history of orcs from ancient times to the present.

The orcs have firmly treasured the recipe for sword oil, and have relied on it to survive wave after wave of monster attacks.

Since then, the Central Continent has undergone wizard invasions, empire establishments, and bloodline waves.

In the first year of the Holy Spirit calendar, the orcs were subservient to the human race, and were scattered into hundreds of tribes, distributed in the remote areas of the three empires, guarding the passes where various rifts were frequently active.

The sword oil recipe was also divided into dozens of copies, and a lot of them were lost in the bumpy stream, and only a small part was kept in each tribe.

And the complete Book of Leaves is nowhere to be seen.

The Flint Tribe has roughly mastered thirty sword oil recipes, including one advanced recipe.

As the oldest inheritance, although the orcs have always cherished the broom, they have not let it be completely lost and abandoned.

Each tribe has its own inheritors of swordsmiths who have passed down this ancient skill from generation to generation.

The sword oil formula has been improved and innovated from generation to generation, and the influencing factors of the power of the bloodline have also been taken into account, becoming more and more powerful and mysterious.

There are even one-time sword oils such as burning embers, which are extremely powerful.

However, the materials from which it is made are becoming more and more precious, and the craftsmanship is becoming more complex and complex.

By nature, most orcs are more eager for bloody battles, or to be accompanied by the wind and rain and the starry sky of the steppe, and no one wants to stay in a cramped house all day to study this highly skilled project.

As a result, the lineage of swordsmiths gradually declined, and fewer and fewer tribesmen were able to patiently study it, and this ancient skill quickly fell into a situation of withering talents.

Despite the crucial role of sword oil in rift combat, only a handful of tribal warriors were forced to learn the basics of sword oil concoction, and there were very few who could truly master its essence and pass it on.

Finally, a stunned person like Rodin fell in.

And he seems to be a patient guy who is also interested in it.

This makes Lexayan, who has been struggling to support the inheritance of the flint tribe's swordsmiths alone, not be overjoyed?

He was an old man who had dedicated his life to the cause of a swordsmith, had no children, and was alone.

More extreme people than the so-called geeks on the planet.

After listening to the old man's narration, two hours had passed, and it was five o'clock in the afternoon.

Luo Dan saw that his old face was embarrassed, the corners of his eyes were red, his expression was excited, and he seemed to be a little difficult to control himself.

The gray temples can't help but make people's hearts feel sour.

Regardless, this is a person worthy of his respect.

"I'm really more interested in what you have to say. Such a powerful skill should not wither or be interrupted. I'm not sure if I'll be able to take on the responsibility of a swordsmith and live up to the expectations of the tribe, but if you're willing to teach me, I'll do my best to learn it well. “

Rodin's attitude made Lexa very satisfied, and after the two discussed it carefully, he added a new item to his daily practice task, the training of sword oil blending skills, which was set after the daily lunch break and before dinner.

Then Rodin looked back a little and found that he had to teach the children every morning, learn sword oil blending in the afternoon, and practice swordsmanship, blood power, and meditation in the evening, and every day was full and extremely fulfilling.

Before the crossing, he would inevitably feel tired and frustrated, lacking motivation, and the temptation of the colorful traffic would weaken his fighting spirit.

However, now that I have seen all kinds of magical and dangerous monsters, I have experienced the progress of the power of the bloodline and even witchcraft after accumulating through little by little practice.

This new path appeared before him, and he did not hesitate either.

All human suffering is essentially anger at one's own impotence.

If you want to live comfortably, if you want to take your loved ones around this dangerous world, and enjoy a different scenery, you can't achieve it without strong strength, even if you want to be alone, you can't, and sometimes you will suffer unexpected disasters.

As a result, his thirst for power is unprecedentedly strong, or rather a symptom of an addiction to power.

What's more, after nearly a year of hard work, the extremely boring cultivation that seemed boring to ordinary people had basically become his habit and engraved into his bone marrow.

After a long conversation, the light outside the house was dim, and the evening came quietly.

Lexa was pleased to accept Rodin, in other words, the patient young man in front of him officially became his disciple under his disciple, and would take over the responsibilities of a flint swordsmith.

Before parting, Lexa handed over a stack of parchment scrolls full of dense handwriting with instructions and care, and asked Rodin to make a vow never to leak in front of him.

This is the first level of sword oil blending - recipe memory.

What is recorded on it is the recipe of the Thirty Demon Breaking Sword Oils of the Flint Tribe.

In total, more than 150 substances are involved, including plants, minerals, and special biological materials.

The properties of each material, the lifelike physical features, are clearly remembered.

What's more, the formula is extremely detailed.

Rodin took a cursory glance and spotted monsters such as the Night Demon and the Ghoul that he had fought against.

And all these things need to be memorized in his mind.

And the level of familiarity requires that the moment you see the monster, you can immediately flash the recipe corresponding to the Demon Breaking Sword Oil, as well as the shape, characteristics, and proportions of each material that makes up the formula.

In the past, he would have spent about half a month reciting day and night.

However, after practicing meditation, it may not take long.

Before leaving, Rodin greeted the two of them on purpose, but Krusas did not respond at all, tirelessly repeating the movements in his hands like a clockwork robot.

Who is he sacred?