In the blacksmith's shop, there was a sonorous and rhythmic hammering sound. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The red stove illuminates the explosive muscles of the old man, which are not inferior to those of the youth.

The arm holding the hammer was full of strength when it was lifted to the apex, and the muscles seemed to burst out of the skin, and the moment he hammered the sword embryo, it was as calm as the old roots of a century-old tree, and there was no trembling at all.

With one hammer, sparks flew everywhere, and oil sweat slid down the rock-like bulges of his upper body, dripping through his arms, crawling all over his forehead, and finally falling on the surface of the hot iron felt and the reddish sword embryo, and "Zi ......" instantly annihilated into a mist flower.

"Huh......" The old man took a deep breath, the wrinkles on his face like mountains and rivers were released, and he held the unprotected palm directly on the tail of the sword embryo, and then a condensed red light flickered, and the power of the blood veins was like a long snake circling and winding, slowly squirming on the sword body.

When the light dissipated, the originally ordinary and rough sword embryo inexplicably gained a luster that could not be expressed in words.

He smiled with relief and threw the sword embryo into the cold water that had been prepared on the side.

"How is it, young man, how is the old man's forging technique compared to Lexa's sword oil technique?"

"Of course, each has its own merits, and I can't match the horse anyway. ”

Rodin sincerely admired that today he changed out of the brown leather armor that had not changed for thousands of years, put on a soft and smooth silk robe, and his whole body was clean and tidy, just looking at his handsome face and flowing ponytail, like a one-eyed artist.

"I didn't expect your name to be quite useful, Master, the blacksmith shop has gone through a gap period of more than ten years, and the customers are still so enthusiastic when it reopens. You've received no less than fifty orders today, right?"

"Hmph, that's not the case? Do you think the master foundry is a hop in the ground, picking up a lot of them? The old man is not boasting, in the entire city of St. Gallen, the master who has been recognized by the foundry association is the only one. ”

"After all, epic weapons can't be built by cats and dogs!"

Speaking of this, Singio's gray beard curled up and looked quite proud.

"Epic?" Rodin's heart ached as he thought of the "dark soul" he had encountered in the mines of Moria.

"Excuse me, have you ever crafted a legendary weapon?"

"Huh?"

The old man's expression suddenly froze, and he lowered his head and sighed, "Are you kid a cold old man in person? If you can create a legendary weapon, then the old man is not just a master...... You have to call me Grandmaster Singio. ”

"The master craftsman is the supreme glory that all foundries dream of. But as far as I know, the only master of the entire Sith Empire has disappeared for more than thirty years, and I don't know if he is in seclusion or has passed away. ”

"And the old man has been invading the casting field for decades, and he hasn't even touched the side of the master craftsman. I'm afraid that I won't be able to reach this state in my lifetime. ”

"Is it so hard to forge a legendary weapon?"

"It's difficult!" the old man patted his knee emotionally, sitting on the pony. "To become a Grandmaster, you must first be at least a Golden-Rank Force. Because only the power of the bloodline of the Golden Rank could perfectly smelt those legendary weapon casting materials. But roughly calculated, the old man has been in the silver rank for fifty and three years, and the gold rank is a luxury for me......"

Rodin couldn't help but be shocked, "The threshold of the Golden Rank is so high, it has stuck you for fifty-three years. By the way, how old are you this year?"

"Elves live longer than humans, and the old man is two hundred and fifteen years old this year, which happens to be a hundred years longer than that old thing in Lexa. Don't look at my snow-white beard, it's actually a natural color, and I haven't been in middle age for long since I was among the elves. There is no problem in living for another hundred years. ”

Even if a human cultivates to the Silver Level, he can live to be one hundred or forty or fifty years old at most.

The ancient races were indeed blessed with longevity.

Rodin said with some sadness, "When it comes to Mr. Lexa, it seems that he doesn't have decades to live. Don't you really want to take a look at him before he leaves this world and fulfill his last wish?"

"Alas, you young man, how to talk about casting and where to go, I know these things in my heart, you don't have to say more!"

"Let's get down to business, the grandmaster is at least the golden level, but the golden level is difficult to become a grandmaster. And to forge a legendary weapon, you must also have extremely precious materials, so let's say, the value of the materials to repair Elwyn is not even a fraction of it. ”

"In addition, the most important thing is the state of the foundry. It takes as little as a month to as long as half a year to create a legendary weapon, and it takes a lot of energy to hammer it one after another, day after day, so that the various materials are perfectly combined. The rest of the rest time is almost none, and it can even be said that you need to not eat, drink or sleep, and rely on the spirit whisker to replenish energy, and the process cannot be interrupted, otherwise it will be in vain. ”

"Even a gold-level power person must spend ten days and half a month to adjust himself to the best state before he dares to give it a try. ”

"The last pass is also the most difficult to control, and the power of the sky is unpredictable. ”

"Whether the legend succeeds or not, seven points depend on sweat, and three points depend on the destiny of heaven. Even if all the previous processes are meticulously completed and the legendary embryo is born, it is only a matter of whether the embryo can withstand the baptism of heavenly fire and complete transformation. ”

Rodin interjected, "What is the Heavenly Fire?"

"Whenever the Epic Rank and the weapons and equipment on it are born, they must be tempered by our plane, the world of Imperial Grace. At that time, spiritual fire came from the nine heavens, refining the body and forging the spirit. ”

"If the vessel is not accompanied by the ember, the vessel is completed, and the spirit is reborn from the fire. ”

"Therefore, an epic-level weapon is no longer a simple dead thing, it can be called an independent life. It needs to be fed and has seven emotions and six desires. Will choose their own master, and even be able to fight autonomously. ”

"Legendary weapon, strength equivalent to quasi-gold rank. ”

Rodin couldn't help but think that in the Moriath Mine at the beginning, the legendary giant sword "Black Soul" had taken the initiative to plunder the star iron and crushed him to the ground, if it wasn't for Krusas's action, he would have turned into a handful of loess.

"Well, it's rare that you have the interest and patience to listen to the old man's nagging. That's all for today, there will be a long time in the future, if you are still willing to listen, it doesn't hurt for the old man to tell you about casting. ”

The old man seemed to have rested enough, and stood up and began to forge the sword embryo again.

"Now hurry up and finish your mission. ”

"There are ghouls stealing corpses from the cemetery in the west of the city, and the hunters have ordered two bottles of ghoul oil to pick up in the afternoon, if you can't finish it on time, you will mess up my signboard of Cingio. 'Erwin' is going to be reforged!"

"Don't worry, I'll show you two bottles right away!

Rodin reminded him, and several colorless and transparent slender tentacles immediately poured out around his body, wrapping the powder of the material that had already been milled into a ball.

With his unremitting practice, he became more and more perfect.

The colorful materials swirled in the void in front of him, and as his consciousness rounded and squared, it continued to pour out jet-black impurities.

After a long time, the ingredients are gathered in a furnace and turned into a crystal clear glass of oil, which is poured into a container the size of an index finger.

A bottle of sword oil is only a quarter of an hour.