"Hit it seven times, tap it twice, stack the pieces of iron, and repeat. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "With a hammer in his hand, he began to pound the heated and reddened iron ingot in front of him with a sweaty sweat. At first, it was very smooth, almost easy, and Mortritius had already completed the first round of beating, successfully stacking the iron ingots.

But gradually, Motritius began to feel that it was difficult not only because of the consumption of energy, but also because of the heavy physical labor for too long and the great burden on his body, which was still in the stage of a child. I don't know if it was an illusion on the part of Motritius, but while he felt that the hammer in his hand was getting more and more weighed, he also felt that the iron under the hammer was becoming stronger and harder to beat and forge.

After going through twelve rounds of forging, it had taken nearly an hour, and it seemed that this speed was good, but after the twelfth round of hammering the iron, he had to stop the momentum of forging, because he had clearly felt that his hands had begun to tremble, and if there was another round of forging, he really couldn't guarantee that the forging hammer in his hand would not fly out and hit anyone, so he had to stop the forging in his hand and start to take a little rest.

Oster, who was also forging an ordinary knight's sword next to him, caught a glimpse of the little hairy boy next to him, who seemed to have no arms or two of meat, actually insisted on twelve rounds in one go, and he was already very surprised in his heart. However, when he saw that Murtritian had not rested for a while, he then lifted the forging hammer leaning against the forging table and started a new round of percussion, especially the strength and speed of the hammer were three points faster, and he couldn't help but glance at Linus, who was also not far away, but only saw a mysterious smile on the corner of Linus's mouth.

It's not that there is any secret method that can quickly restore physical strength or improve strength. The reason why he was able to recover quickly and hit the iron to a higher level was because he had used the mysterious power of the Book of Skills, and secondly, because he had begun to mobilize the small amount of fighting energy in his body to strengthen his system and make his beating easier.

However, such a good day came to an end after ninety forgings, and Mo Tridi's only first-order high-level fighting qi really couldn't withstand such continuous consumption, and he was basically exhausted, and his physical strength had reached a critical point, and his spirit was completely weakened, as if he was going to be tired and collapsed on the forging table in the next second.

Oster next to him was so surprised that he couldn't speak, he really couldn't understand what kind of strength could support Mortridi's thin body to complete such heavy labor, but the only thing he was sure that if he didn't come to help, the stubborn and strong child would be exhausted and collapse in front of the forge table. But just as he was about to rush up to stop him, he was stopped by a hand from Linus outstretching. Oster was a little puzzled, the blacksmith leader of the Mithril Blacksmith Shop had always been admired by everyone for his unselfish behavior of helping others, why did he stop himself at this time, couldn't he see that this young man was a little unable to hold on? Oster looked at Linus who stopped him with some doubts, but only replied: "Wait and see." ”

In front of the forging table, Mo Triti was indeed exhausted, whether it was physical strength, fighting energy or spirit, it had reached an unprecedented feeling of fatigue, and the almost dry fighting energy in his body made him unable to swing even a hammer.

Lifting the forging hammer in his hand with trembling hands, Murtriti's consciousness was already a little blurred, and the feeling of exhaustion from his body made him just want to drop the hammer immediately and sleep well, but if he remembered correctly, this forging was only carried out 98 rounds, thinking of this Murtriti raised the hammer in his hand high, and it fell lightly on the iron that had been beaten 98 rounds, and the whole presented a blue-black iron block.

"99!" Murtrius gasped as he dropped the hammer in his hand, but he hadn't forgotten to reheat the iron in the furnace after each forging, and this time was no exception.

Trembling and using pliers to add the iron to the stove, Murtrius collapsed directly beside the stove, not even wanting to move a finger, not even moving his body a little away from the stove, so he could only collapse on the ground and slowly wait for his strength to recover.

"There's one last round left!" Lying on the ground for half a while, finally supporting his aching body, Mortretius took out the iron ingots that had been heated in the furnace and prepared to begin the final forging. But he tried several times to get his grip on the hammer, but he felt that what he was holding in his hand was not a forged hammer, but a mountain that weighed as much as a thousand pounds!

He couldn't get his arm to lift even a single cent after trying for a long time, and he couldn't feel the presence of his arm at all, as if his arms had left his body. Mo Cui Di smiled bitterly, and when he was about to give up, a deep voice came from his ear: "Do you want to give up like this?"

Mortritius barely raised his head, only to find that Uncle Linus, who had a cloth wrapped around his head, had come to his side and was looking at him: "Is that it?"

Hearing this, Mortritius seemed to think of the time when he faced the Fire Wolf King alone, as if he saw the moment when he mistakenly thought Ellie was dead. Isn't it all because of one's own weakness? Since you want to protect the people around you, being weak is a sin. If you want to stop being powerless to watch the important people you want to protect get hurt again, you must keep getting stronger, and keep getting stronger! Only when you are strong enough to step on the soles of your feet can you truly bear the burden on your shoulders and truly protect the people or things you love! Since you already have this kind of awareness, how can you fall here!

Tremblingly, he raised the forging hammer in his hand and slammed it on the iron, and the remaining trace of fighting energy in Mo Triti's body slowly concentrated in his arm from the deepest part of his body as if he had been summoned, and began the final round of forging.

“1，2，3...... 7!" With the unyielding thought in the depths of his mind, Murtrius struck seven thumps with his already imperceptible arm. But it can only end here, and the physical strength and fighting energy that have been squeezed out of the body have been exhausted.

Just when Mo Triti was completely exhausted, suddenly as if he was calling, he felt a powerful force suddenly emerge from the depths of his body, to be precise, the position of the dantian. This power not only moistened the depleted meridians, but also poured into Motridi's arms, making him feel as if he was soaking in a hot spring, and at the same time, he also cultivated a powerful force.

"Bang Bang!" After the power in his body skyrocketed, Mo Triti swung the iron hammer in his hand like a windmill as if possessed by Hercules, and hammered it on the iron block on the forging table more than a dozen times in a row, and completely hammered the iron into shape, only then did he feel that the surging power was vented a little, and the whole person stabilized.

"Yes, it seems that you have broken through to the first order. Linus gently patted Mortridius on the shoulder and helped him to the side to sit down, his face full of relief.

"Thank you......" Although Mo Tridi was a little out of strength, but he didn't become stupid, it was obvious that Linus had already seen that his strength had reached the bottleneck of the first order, so he found a way to force himself to the point of exhaustion, which allowed him to break through the first order smoothly. That's right, now Murtridi is already a standard second-order swordsman!

"Start learning blacksmithing with me tomorrow. Patting Mortrethes on the shoulder, and with a few words, Linus went about his work, leaving only a grateful Mortretius and a stunned Auster.