Due to the gap left on the flame crystal tray in advance, coupled with the excellent property of Yun Ying flame crystal not sticking to metal, Sean didn't have much effort to pry the refined forbidden blood steel out of the tray. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

He held the cold purple metal in both hands, and was amazed as he kept looking at it repeatedly.

Sean has been practicing iron smelting with his father since he was a child, and he has seen almost all kinds of metals on the mainland, but this purple hard iron called "forbidden blood steel" by his father is the only one in his life.

Harder than Starfall Mithril, tougher than lava dragon steel, quenched and sharpened far more than any metal, and can even be easily enchanted?

Whether it's as magical as my father said it is, we'll have to try it to find out.

Sean found a few large stones that were relatively flat and built a stone platform, placed a cast-iron cutting board on top of it, and rekindled the fire in the shaft furnace.

Cold forging to produce rough embryos, hot forging to remove impurities, quenching to add hardness, these basic skills of the foundry Sean is already extremely proficient, perfect.

Before he had a high cutting board, he had already stepped on the bench and followed his father to learn the skills of forging and smelting with a small hammer specially made for him.

When other people's children were still laughing with their friends in the wheat field with snot, he had already adapted to the scorching heat by the fire, and struggled to pull the bellows to help his father control the temperature.

Under such intense tempering day after day and year after year, Sean has almost possessed amazing strength beyond adults since he was a child, and has also learned most of his father's casting experience.

At this moment, the fire in the shaft furnace was blazing, and Sean grabbed the red-hot forbidden blood steel with iron tongs, picked up the hammer and knocked it thump.

The scorching heat diffused in the bleak wind, the bright sparks dispelled the darkness around him, and the handsome blonde boy wielded a giant hammer bare-chested in the cold autumn night, completely ignoring the hot sweat on his muscular body.

Hammer and hammer,

Sean didn't feel tired at all.

In his world, all distractions have been abandoned, except for the hammer in his hand, the iron in front of him, and the blacksmith's song that his father taught him.

When the iron in his hand is disobedient, he insists on hiding the essence/

You're only in charge of the hammer, only the hammer/

Tighten the body first, and then reshape the backbone, so that you can become a hundred refined steel/

When the fire in the furnace is not strong enough, it is inseparable from the heavy bellows/

You're only in charge of the hammer, only the hammer/

Blacksmiths are not slaves to fire, we have the power to change everything/

When the knight who travels far returns home, mending the worn armor and spear/

You're only in charge of the hammer, only the hammer/

Exquisite skills will endure through the ages, even beyond the light of magic/

When one day you go to the battlefield and face the devil's terrifying gaze/

You're only in charge of the hammer, only the hammer/

The flame will become the armor, and the wind will become the wings/

Even if you die on the battlefield, your soul will return to the pure heaven that you will defend to the death.

Shaun hummed a song he had been familiar with since childhood, and methodically punched holes in the middle of the cake-shaped forbidden blood steel, then cut one side, made a stick from the fracture, and then put it on the shaft furnace to be repeatedly smelted, hammered, and finally quenched with the grease of wild boars.

He worked until dawn, when a purple one-handed sword finally took shape.

There was still a lot of work to be done in the traditional swordsmithing process, but Shaun, influenced by his father, didn't have the bad habit of spending a lot of time on sculpting and beautifying equipment like other foundries, so the progress was much faster.

He made a simple hilt out of the forbidden blood steel knocked out during the punching, placed it on the shaft furnace and burned it red with the blade, repeatedly struck them to fuse them together, cooled it and then used a grinding stone to cut the blades on both sides, and it was basically finished.

Sean didn't choose to polish the blade, although this greatly reduced beauty, but after all, the weapon is here to kill, and practicality is far more important than aesthetics.

If it is not polished, the sword body will not be too reflective during night battles, reducing the risk of exposure, otherwise it will take time to bake the sword body black with fire before each night battle, which is really troublesome.

By the time it was done, it was already dawn.

Sean looked at the purple glowing sword in his hand and stretched out in satisfaction.

It's finally done.

But there is one more thing that must be done.

Otherwise, my heart is itching.

Harder than Starfall Mithril, tougher than lava dragon steel, sharper than any known material when quenched and polished, and even enchanted?

A must try.

Sean pressed his hand on the sword and recited a few incantations.

"Boom~", the flames on the sword body flashed.

It really can be enchanted!And it's not difficult, it can be done with Sean's spellcasting level.

Sean raised his sword and slashed a few times, and sure enough, there was a faint flame circulating on the sword every time he swung it, which meant that once the sword hit the enemy, the fire magic attached to the sword could cause damage to the opponent at the same time.

This made Sean very satisfied.

You must know that not to mention ordinary hard iron, even Mithril and Dragon Steel are difficult to attach magic easily. Only high-level spellcasters among Elven Elemental Messengers and Dwarven Runemages have the ability to enchant Mithril and Dragonsteel equipment with complex spells.

But now it was surprising that this sword forged from forbidden blood steel was so easy to enchant.

Now that this has been verified, it's time to test the sharpness.

Sean stretched out his hand, pulled the black sword hanging from the rock wall, made two strokes, and then sandwiched most of the sword between the two stacked stones, while stepping on the stones on top of it to help secure it.

This black sword was forged by Sean after casting it with pure molten iron, its hardness and toughness are comparable to dragon steel, as long as the angle is right, and the strength is large enough, any ordinary hard iron weapon is not its opponent, before Sean used it to cut off the long knife of the Bone Crusher and the giant sword of the bear man Talon.

Therefore, it is very appropriate to use it to test the sharpness of the forbidden blood steel.

Sean raised the purple sword above his head, took a deep breath, and slashed downward.

The sword body carried a flame and slashed heavily on the black sword, making a crisp sound of "bang".

The black sword snapped in response.

Sean raised his sword and examined the blade carefully, but he didn't see any signs of collapse, not even a small chip, and it was intact.

Finally it worked.

Eight years after his parents were killed, he finally succeeded in casting the magic weapon that his father had always been obsessed with.

On the road to revenge, there is another heavy bargaining chip.

But it's just a bargaining chip, the identity of the enemy is still a mystery, and he has to continue to look for it.

Sean thrust the purple sword into the black sword's sheath and began to pack up his other things and prepare to leave.

But after a while, a feeling of sleepiness slowly crept into my mind

In fact, with his physical strength, it was no big problem to not sleep for two or three days in a row when he used to do tasks. It's only been a day and a night since the last rest, and I shouldn't have felt so sleepy.

It seems that the blacksmith work is indeed too physically demanding.

Sean yawned twice, put on the chain mail and clothes first, then took out a small bottle from his pocket, unplugged the wooden cork, poured some green powder into his palm, and then recited a few incantations, and raised the powder in his hand towards the hole.

The powder drifted into the air and vanished instantly.

Ollie powder, one of the trophies Sean obtained during his adventures, combined with the control spell, these extremely spiritual powders can seal a space, and as long as this space is broken into by other creatures, the spell can immediately form a warning in Sean's mind.

The cave was full of his treasures, so even if Ollie's powder was very precious, he had to take it out and use it at this time, otherwise he would not be able to sleep peacefully.

Seeing the powder dissipate in the air near the entrance of the cave, Sean leaned against the stone platform and slowly closed his eyes.

I was finally able to sleep well.