Hearing the words of the shopping guide, Albert stared at the black iron sword and smacked his tongue secretly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Forging a 5,000-pound piece of black iron is easy to say, but only the master blacksmiths can do it.

I really don't know if it's a madman who built this weapon, or if the lives of the masters are too boring. Black iron is an extremely rare metal, only found in those boulders that fall from the sky, and its value is almost comparable to gold. A gold coin weighs seven grams, and 5,000 pounds of black iron is worth at least 300,000 gold coins, of course, this is simply converted by weight.

You know, a 5,000-pound piece of black iron ore is harder to find than a piece of gold ore of the same weight.

"Sir, do you want to try it?" said the shopping guide with a smile. She saw something in Albert's eyes, "Don't worry, it's completely free, all it takes is strength and a little courage." ”

"It's not going to get me in trouble. Albert didn't believe pie in the sky.

His tone was confident, not worried that he wouldn't be able to pick up the Black Iron Longsword. A seven-star martial artist can dance an object weighing 3,000 pounds, and Albert's current physical strength is close to that of an eight-star martial artist, and picking up the black iron long sword is simply a trivial matter.

Of course, this "little thing" is only for him personally.

Even if it is a martial artist, or a stronger person, under the influence of Black Iron, he can only mobilize a small amount of vitality, and his strength will be sharply reduced to the silver level or lower.

This is what Albert fears the most, and this "giveaway" is simply prepared for him. Of course, this may really be the whim of some master, just to pass the time, but it is not ruled out that it is a trap. Perhaps a certain force has already sensed his dragon bloodline, so he deliberately set up a bureau to further confirm.

In the face of temptation and danger, Albert was a little troubled.

No one wants to own a masterpiece, even if it's a double-edged sword.

Suddenly, he thought of what the shopping guide had just said, "Before the ogre and the forest troll formed an alliance. ”

Things didn't seem as complicated as he thought, and he hadn't been born yet, Albert thought to himself, unless someone could foresee the future.

Unlike the Buffia Empire's domineering strategy of hostility to all alien races, ogres were not initially enemies of the Auston Empire. The Ogre Tribe was once an ally of the Auston Empire, and even some Ogre tribes moved into Auston Territory. But just twenty years ago, the Great Ogre Leader made a decision that shocked the entire continent, and the big guys broke their oath with the Auston Empire and joined the United Emirate of Shadows.

Since then, the Auston Empire has become enemies with the ogre horde.

"We can keep it confidential for you. ”

A deep voice interrupted Albert's thoughts.

Albert followed the sound and a heroic young man approached.

"Fregal?" Albert said in a daze, a little surprised, he didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here.

"Master Fregaar. The shopping guide on the side bowed slightly, her voice was full of respect, and there was imperceptible admiration.

"Hello, Lillian. Miss Fregaar nodded politely, then looked at Albert, "Albert, we're meeting again." ”

"That's right, we're really lucky. Albert smiled, "Nice to meet you." As he spoke, he made a mage salute, and then showed a look of curiosity, "Why are you here?"

"My father has a little bit of a stake in this. Fregaar said nonchalantly.

Albert nodded, getting to the point, "You said you could keep it a secret for me?" he pointed to the Black Iron Sword illusion.

"Of course. Fregaar said, looking at Albert with a smile in his eyes. He felt that Albert was a little conceited and naïve, and no one could pick up that sword except for Warcraft, if Warcraft knew how to use a sword. "Even if you do take that piece of 'scrap metal', others will only know that a human took it, and no one will even know your age and gender. Freigal said seriously.

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The hall on the fifth floor of the Enchanted Shop was empty, and there was a corridor in the depths that led to nowhere. The stone platform in the center is three meters high, and a long sword as black as ink is inserted, and more than half of the sword body is submerged in the stone platform.

"Good luck, man. With that, Fregaar made a gesture of please.

"Thank you, I will make it. Albert nodded firmly and climbed the stone steps to the high platform.

Looking at the black longsword that Fregaar called "scrap iron", he smiled, took a deep breath, and gripped the icy hilt of the sword with both hands.

Immediately after, Albert's hands suddenly exerted force, and the muscles of his arms instantly bulged, and at the same time, the muscles of his chest and back, and even his whole body trembled slightly.

"Boom!"

As Albert continued to exert force, the stone platform emitted a muffled sound.

Fregaar looked at Albert in surprise, it was the first time he had seen such a situation, could this guy really succeed?

"Ahh He roared hysterically and burst out with all his might, if not more. It was more difficult than he had imagined, and the black iron sword was stuck in the stone platform, which made it a lot more difficult.

"Boom. ”

The muffled sound continued to sound, and the hall trembled.

After a while, the corridor at the end of the hall poured out of the robes, unkempt men.

They are all enchanters in the enchantment shop, these madmen stay in the enchantment room all year round, and they are not interested in anything but enchantment.

However, someone challenging the Black Iron Longsword is an exception. Many of them had seen the meaningless masterwork come to life, and they were looking forward to someone taking the sword with them, believing that their creations had a soul.

Albert gritted his teeth, and with his efforts, the sword was being pulled out little by little, and the hall shook even more violently.

At this point, Fregaard couldn't smile anymore, just stared at Albert on the stone platform.

With such a huge power, he thought to himself, what kind of monster is this? He has the power of Holy Breaking, but he can't shake the black iron sword in the slightest, but Albert can pull it, it's incredible.

Just as Fregar began to suspect his eyes, and even suspected that he was dreaming, the sound of unsheaths echoed through the hall.

Albert gasped for breath, looked at the black long sword in his hand, and a faint smile appeared on his face, "I will let the world know that you are not scrap metal." He muttered, took the black iron sword, and slowly walked down the stone platform.

"I really don't know what to say. Fregaar shook his head, "Congratulations, buddy. He patted his arm, "Give it a name, and take it out of here." Fregaar looked at the black sword with a somewhat complicated expression. He had been looking at this black sword since he was a child, just waiting for the day when he would be strong enough to pull it out.

"Black Edge. Albert looked at the cold black body of the long sword in his hand and said lightly.