Several of Master Blair's assistants skillfully got busy, under the smelting of the high-temperature flame, the temperature of the iron felt rose rapidly, and the boxy pieces of metal placed on the iron felt also began to melt quickly, Blair's assistant took a long tool, mixed the liquid after the metal melted, and sprinkled a small bag of Mithril powder into it.

After about fifty minutes, all the metal pieces melted into liquid, and Blair's assistant sprinkled three bags of Mithril powder, which was known for its compatibility and fused perfectly with the metal liquid. At this time, Blair's assistant slightly adjusted the magic array, so that the flames erupting from the furnace began to decrease, and the temperature of the iron felt also decreased.

Ryan knew that metal in general was extremely repulsive to magic, and that Mithril had to be incorporated in order for the mage to add magic to items made of metal, and that was what Blair was doing to that end. Most of the metal that Blair melted before was refined pure steel, but such a little pure steel was put into three pockets of Mithril powder, Blair was really extravagant, in fact, even if Blair didn't add magic to the final product, it was enough to be called a light weight and good quality Mithril equipment.

The metal liquid on the iron felt began to solidify gradually, but the forming had not yet been completed, and this time was the best time for forging, so one of Blair's two assistants with his upper body firmly fixed the large piece of metal whose shape had not been fixed with a tool, while the other picked up the hammer and hammered it hard, and the hammer smashed on the metal, and suddenly sparks splashed around, making a crisp sound.

Blair's two assistants were apparently very skilled, and it only took about five minutes to smash a strange piece of metal into the shape of a long sword, which was still rough in appearance, but it was impossible to change it unless it was re-smelted and forged.

It was only at this time that Blair stood up, and he did not speak, but stretched out his hands, palms up, and his other two assistants very tacitly brought a small hammer and a small pocket, and Blair grabbed the small hammer with one hand, and the small pocket with the other hand, and came to the front of the felt.

"Here, three points of strength. Blair lightly tapped a spot on the rough longsword with a small hammer in his right hand, and at the same time, his left hand tilted slightly, and poured a little of the contents of the small pocket onto the sword.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, and Blair's assistant with the sledgehammer picked up the hammer with great force, and smashed it down at the position that Blair had pointed out with the small hammer, and after he finished smashing it, Blair softly recited a magic spell, and with the power of magic, the Mithril powder he had just sprinkled on the surface of the sword body formed a magic array.

When the procedure was complete, Blair began to pour in some Mithril powder and pointed the hammer in another place: "Ten percent strength." ”

"Bang~" There was a loud bang, which shook the ears of the people present for a while, and Blair's assistant's full force was really full of momentum, but Blair, who was close at hand, didn't hear it, and still recited a magic spell, and began to adjust the position of the Mithril powder on the sword body with mana, so that they formed a magic array.

It took Blair a full 20 minutes to forge the entire longsword, and the Mithril inside the longsword formed a corresponding magic array exactly according to his requirements, and under the continuous hammering of the hammer, the appearance of the longsword became very smooth and neat, no longer the original rough appearance.

Blair nodded in satisfaction, and his assistant immediately took the hammer and the small bag containing Mithril from Blair, and offered him a glass of water. Blair drank the bucket in one gulp, although his magic power was superb, but after all, he was old, and he stood by the hot fire for 20 minutes, saying that it was not hard was false.

During the time when Blair was resting for a while, his assistant picked up the long sword that had been basically formed, so that it was no longer baked by the high temperature of the stove, and Blair was also refreshed after drinking the water, he didn't care about the fatigue of his body, and recited another magic spell on his mouth, releasing an ice magic to wrap the long sword with a very high temperature and a dark red surface.

If it weren't for the effect of magic, this strange sight of freezing flames in the ice cube would be almost impossible in nature, because Master Blair continuously delivered magical energy to the large cloud of cold ice outside, so the long sword in the ice block could not melt the cold ice outside despite the high temperature, but was wrapped in the cold ice outside, and the heat was consumed little by little.

After the whole long sword was completely cooled, Blair took it from the assistant's hand, put it on the table, and began to give it some modifications, if it was an ordinary long sword, the sword body only needed to have a certain degree of flexibility, strength, and sharpening the blade of the sword, but Master Blair used a white quill pen dipped in some starry sky ink to draw a magic array on the blade.

Master Blair's entire production process is like a cloud, and the magicians around him are so drunk, even Minsk and others, who belong to the same Royal Academy of Magic as Victor, have to admire Blair's skills, and Ryan is also addicted to Blair's exquisite skills, but when he accidentally turned his eyes to Victor, he found that this ** master had not yet made items.

Ryan rubbed his eyes, thinking that he had seen it wrong, but Victor in front of him was still sitting there with a normal face, and it was obvious that Ryan was not dazzled. Ryan looked at the hourglass between the two platforms, and the sand on it had already fallen four-fifths of the way, and if Victor didn't make it again, he would lose when the sand on the hourglass had fallen.

Blair, who was concentrating on the production of the magic sword in front of him, didn't know that Victor, who was performing with him, had not yet started to make it, and now all his mind was integrated into the work in front of him, the magic array on the blade had been fully produced, and the slightly raised Mithril on the surface of the sword body looked very exquisite, and the Fengpeng magic core on the sword handle that shimmered with blue light was also very appropriate to the surrounding ornaments, making the whole sword look graceful and gorgeous, which made people love it.

It wasn't until Blair finished the magic sword that Victor began to move, and Ryan looked at the sand that was still a little finished on the hourglass, his fists clenched, and his palms were covered with sweat. I saw Victor pick up the wooden staff in front of him, wave it in the air a few times, and then dipped a white quill pen in some moonlight ink to make a few simple strokes on it, and then put it on the table, signaling that he was done.

At the moment when Victor signaled that the work was finished, the last grain of sand flowed from the hourglass of timekeeping, and it was time for the whole live production performance.