There are aesthetic reasons why the shape and contour of the weapon are like this, but more of it has to do with the actual function used.

There are many weapons that exist in this world, but regardless of the east, west, north, south, race, or ethnicity, the most popular is indeed the sword.

There's a reason for that.

The first is the length of the strike section of the weapon. In terms of striking ability, sword weapons are never comparable to large axes.

Both in terms of cost and construction, axes, which are made of wood with only a few metal materials, are more suitable for the purpose of swinging than sword weapons. Because it's all weighted in the head - but that's not a good thing to use in combat, if the head is too heavy, you'll be dodged by an enemy with a single blow, and there's a good chance that you won't be able to recover your weapon to block.

Another important factor that determines the fact that the Tomahawk has always been less popular than the sword is the length of the blade.

Even the two-handed axes of the Dan Lasso people are proud of their blades are only 24 or 5 centimeters at best, and a few will exceed 30 centimeters, but they are only an isolated case. It is difficult for such a short and narrow strike to accurately hit the enemy's body when swung, and even among the Dan Lasso, only a handful of them can do it like an arm. In addition, the short and narrow blade cannot achieve effective cutting, and it is not advisable to use the blade to cause damage by pushing and pulling against the surface, and it can only be used repeatedly to slash.

Sword weapons with slender blades have a natural advantage in this regard, and even one-handed swords have cutting sections that are more than 70 centimeters long. Instead of slashing at a large angle that is easy to block, a push-pull cut can have terrible consequences when you get close to your body at a tricky and precise angle.

— Therefore, it should be a sword first and foremost.

This is followed by the shape of the sword itself.

Swords with a focus on stabbing are usually narrowed more visibly towards the tip. In this way, the mass is lower, and the center of gravity is closer to the wrist, allowing a small amount of force to adjust the tip of the sword for precise stabbing.

Swords, on the other hand, that focus on slashing are more gentle, and even if they have a narrowed design, it is only to a very small extent.

Adjusting the center of gravity forward will make the slash more powerful, so focus on the slash sword.

- Shall have a wide blade.

The third element that should be focused on is length.

The knight's armed sword is certainly an excellent weapon, but it is only suitable for use with a shield. The slashing power of a one-handed swing, combined with a shorter length, limits it from being a heavy weapon in every way.

And in the case of facing an enemy who has the ability to break the shield, this passive defense is worrisome, and it is better to simply do it.

- Abandon the shield and hold the sword in both hands.

The sound of "clanging" sounded, and the hydraulically propelled mechanism and sledgehammer rose and fell one after another, hammering the red-hot steel into shape.

It is home to some of the best blacksmiths on the entire East Coast today, as the high-quality iron ore from meteorites has allowed the Suomirs to possess armor and weapons better than those of the Empire long ago.

The scarcity of the population made them more adept at using engineering to solve problems, and with the technical cooperation of the gnomes in the vicinity, the Suomirs were at least half a century ahead of the empire in metalworking.

Want.

It is only on the basis of such conditions that it is possible to give birth to such a weapon.

"——!!"

The shiny red metal bars were clamped and placed in the oil tank, and because of their size, the blacksmith had to make a new clay jar to accommodate them.

Theoretically, this was the final step in the production of any metal weapon, quenching and hardening - but this time it was not, after the oil was quenched, the blacksmith took it out for inspection, then set it aside to be air-cooled, and then put it back in the furnace after it had cooled down completely.

The senior apprentice next to him carefully controlled the charcoal to cover the top, and then took it out again after it was burned to the right temperature. It is then placed in a long iron pot with a small amount of charcoal at the bottom to control the temperature, and a layer of grease inside the pot, in which the blade of the sword is slowly cooled.

The blacksmiths of the empire did not have this second step when making weapons, which the Suomir people called tempering.

Weapons harden after quenching, but steel that is too hard can be brittle like stone, so the element of luck is extremely high when quenching. You need to know the temperature of the most suitable steel and even the quenching liquid, to make sure that it is hard enough not to be easily curled, but not so hard that it will crumble if you chop something.

Throughout the ages, in order to find a sword that is exactly at this balance point, the blacksmiths of the empire can be said to have done everything they can. Some people who have gone crazy are bent on finding it a problem with quenching materials, and even kill their wives and children to blet and use the blood of their relatives as the quenching liquid, seeking to obtain a suitable sword by this special superstitious means.

And this difficult problem was easily solved by the Suomirs by splitting it into two parts.

First, it is burned to a higher temperature, and then quenched to cool down quickly to improve the hardness. It is then burned to a lower temperature, and then slowly cooled at a certain temperature to reduce the hardness.

In doing so, they are much more tolerant of errors. Controlling the temperature of the two treatments can greatly improve the stability of the product, making the sword armor produced on the shores of Lake Heinzswerm an excellent equipment for the high-ranking nobles of the Padrosi Empire.

The steps proceeded in an orderly manner, and after the tempering was completed, the rough cutting part was taken over by another senior apprentice. After attaching the wooden shaft to the waterwheel, the turntable grinding stone moves, and the blade with a fairly high carbon content comes into contact with it, and sparks fly everywhere, and after careful polishing, it is finished by the master blacksmith himself.

As the grinding stone progresses, it becomes more and more fine, and by the end of it all has been polished to an extremely high level – the Suomir people call it the "Perry" treatment, which means "mirror", and as the name suggests, the finely polished metal surface can almost reflect a person's face. This is the basic anti-rust treatment popular in Suomir, and if there is a dirt such as blood stains on the surface of the metal made in this way, it can be easily wiped off, and it is not easy to remain on the surface to form rust.

Equipped with a straight gauntlet of enlarged size and smashed into place with a wooden hammer, the handguard is perfectly combined with the blade. After that, the wooden handle wrapped around the sheepskin and the weight ball are ready. But instead of installing it, the end of the elongated sword stem was put back into the furnace and burned red, and then the two were quickly assembled wearing thick cowhide gloves, and after the weight ball was loaded, the concave chisel was put on the sword stem while it was hot, and the end was beaten into a mushroom shape to rivet the whole sword.

Half a month.

The hard work of the four people in the workshop.

Combined with Gedo's experience when dealing with those monsters, slashing is more effective than stabbing to create an excellent slashing weapon.

A handful.

A great sword one and a half meters long.

"......." When Hymirinen grasped the freshly baked sword, he had no idea what was going to happen next.

This is just a type of weapon that combines the excellent crafting ability of this subway craftsman to deal with the monsters that the cultists enslave.

Little did he know that a sword like this would later become a symbol of Suomir.

Even this sword still didn't have the name it would have in the future, and it didn't have the iconic inverted V gauntlet. If anything, it's just an enlarged two-handed version of the armed sword used by Imperial knights.

From a thorough practical point of view, when it comes to slashing and cutting, the sword is weaker than the sword. A knife with a curved back thickened is more capable of doing this. But the white church always prefers the sword, precisely because the two-edged sword is directed towards the edge of one's side as a wake-up call for oneself.

"Yes, this batch feels much better. Waving the handful of samples, Hymirnin nodded in satisfaction.

"Hey, hey. The old blacksmith smiled triumphantly, and then continued in Suomir: "Your Excellency, Commander, turn the grip and look from the side. He asked, and Haymirnin was stunned for a moment, then checked as the other party had requested.

"Huh?" he immediately noticed a slight change in the blade.

"It's called tapering, and it's getting thinner and thinner from the roots, which is why it feels lighter than the original ones. ”

"It's not that the old man brags, but the skill of sharpening the blade is not capable of the blacksmiths on the imperial side. In addition, it is necessary to maintain sufficient strength after grinding, so it is necessary to pay great attention to steel and heat treatment. The old blacksmith proudly crossed his waist and showed off to Haymilin, and the chief of the knights smiled and replied in Suomir: "Thank you, Daddy Bilry. ”

"Don't be so polite, it's all your own family. ”

"Although the Silver Guard is from the Padrosi Empire, everyone now treats you as their own. For the knights of the White Church, this little help was trivial. Father Billu patted his chest and said, and Hamirinen smiled again and handed the sword back to him: "It will take a month for the rest of the delivery to be delivered?"

"A month and a half, slow work and careful work. The other party said this, and Hamirinen nodded: "Then I'll go first." ”

"Are you going to see Miss Sage?" Father Billu gave him an ambiguous look: "The two most outstanding young men in the whole of Aurora, if you want the old man to say, you are really a good match." ”

"We're friends, not that kind of relationship. Hymiring shook her head, and walked out the door.

"It's not frank!" the old blacksmith shouted behind him, and the Knight Master shook his head again and sighed.

"Yo, Captain. Shirtless and wearing only leather aprons to protect against sparks, blacksmiths and apprentices covered in charcoal and dirty walked around the neighborhood. When they saw Hamirin, they all raised their hands and greeted each other, and the Knight Commander responded one by one.

The snow on my feet is not very thick, and this is the first snow of the year.

"Whew—" He let out a long breath, followed by a gust of wind that shook the bag hat on his head and the wool cloak on his body.

The Suomirs say it's a warm winter, but Haimirin, who was born in the north of the empire, is eager to talk to these guys about the cold.

He looked in the direction of the wind, and the Heinzsworm Star Lake, surrounded by the surrounding hills, glistened in the less intense sunlight. When the wind blows, the surface of the lake that has not yet frozen is rippling, perhaps because of the geology, or because it is too large, but the surface of the lake here is the same blue color as the ocean.

When the Padessis mentioned Heinzswerm, they always put together the transliteration and paraphrase of the word, and read it together as the miracle of the eternal night - Heinzwalm, because the monks who translated it at the time believed that it was difficult to express the beauty of the place itself without any part.

Suomir is an adhesive language – which is one of the reasons why it is difficult to learn. Unlike Lamanite, where a word can have three variants: past, present, continuous, and future, Suomir uses superposition to achieve this type of expression.

For example, while the Lamanites simply use the word "tomorrow" when they say "tomorrow", the Suomirs must say "today, next day", in the same way that "yesterday" is simply "yesterday" in Lamanite, and "the day before today" in Suomir.

This difficulty in language makes most of them reluctant to speak and become reticent as a result, but it is undeniable that the complex Suomir language, combined with its many transposition syllables, sounds quite exotic.

Under this premise, "Heinzwörm" is taken apart to mean "the miracle of the night is always alive" - the Laman-born monk translated it as "the miracle of the eternal night" is a stroke of God, and all this refers to something.

In fact, it is a natural phenomenon.

Located in the territory of the Arctic Circle, the Heinzswerm meteorite lake, at certain times of the year.

In the sky, there will be an incomparably brilliant aurora.

This may also be the reason why the birthplace of the White Church was chosen here, and such a splendid miracle is very compatible with the White Church.

Winter nights are not visible at night, and may be seen year-round further north in the region, but they are still rare here. After moving his cantonment to the northern part of Europe, where Suomir's capital is located, Hamirinen has seen the aurora several times.

It was indeed an extremely shocking scene, especially when combined with the reflection of the vast surface of the Indswom Meteor Lake in Shanghai, which was really beautiful.

It's been almost two years now.

After the defeat of that day, realizing that the abilities of the cultists such as Suomir were not of the same magnitude as those in the northern part of the empire, Haymirin began to work on the transformation of the army as a whole.

The regular legions of Padrosi, inherited from the Laman Empire, and their knights, are all the concept of the Heavy Legion. Such a force is excellent at clashing with enemy forces on a frontal battlefield, but it is not a useful force to use to destroy the scattered cultists that have taken root everywhere.

The cost of maintaining the formed Padrosi legion was even greater, and for various reasons, the team was not only not expanded but shrunk by him in the past two years or so.

The Legion was dispersed and expanded into the Silver Guard Knights on a voluntary and selective basis. The two groups merged rather than have their own command systems, and were divided into small scattered units, led by knights armed with swords, and soldiers armed with fishing nets and pitchforks.

It's a bit ridiculous, and even when it first comes out, the soldiers laugh and say that it was the equipment of gladiators during the Lamanite Empire, but it was surprisingly useful against those monsters.

Fishing nets and pitchforks can effectively control monsters with tenacious vitality, and they will not rush forward after being stabbed like a spear. Coupled with the right slashing weapons and the tactics of group division of labor, they gradually achieved various stage victories.

But tactically winning.

Still can't dilute the confusion in Haimirin's heart.

Licardo passed away two weeks ago.

The red-haired knight, who had always brought joy to the group, did not die at the hands of cultists, nor from the heartbreak of being dumped by women, as Gedo often mocked him, but from tuberculosis.

The Imperial people called tuberculosis, which is still incurable, at least in this day and age.

This was the least honorable death for a knight, and with only one arm left to escort him back to his homeland for burial, Hamirin's left and right hands were gone.

The Silver Guard has changed dramatically.

The stay in Suomir was too long, and opposition began to emerge on the part of the Empire.

"Are they the knights of Patrosi or the knights of Suomir?"

Accusations from high-ranking politicians, Hymirin, don't know what words to use to counter – a question he knows doesn't really matter to him.

It's about Crown Prince Hermes.

There is still a month to go, and the eldest princess's child, the grandson of His Majesty the Emperor, will reach the age of being appointed crown prince.

The nobles and ministers who were already unhappy with Crown Prince Hermes thought that he was in his 40s and must not be qualified to ascend the throne again, so they began to find his stubble one by one. As for the Silver Guard Knights, which he strongly supports, even if the support rate of the people is still very high, it has stayed in Suomir's activities for nearly two years, so it has naturally become a topic that can be used to play.

There are many similar trivial matters, and many members of the group are very resentful of their influence. After all, they are fighting for the people to eradicate the cultists, and these politicians and aristocrats sit in easy chairs and point fingers behind their backs.

Hymirnin has not yet confirmed the matter with Crown Prince Hermes.

What Erika, who claims to be the guardian of the world, is true, and the demon is not lying. His subsequent investigation revealed that Bishop Ella had indeed died more than twenty years earlier, coinciding with the time of his birth.

This gentle female bishop is the pride of the Suomirs, and if she hadn't pioneered it, Sania would not have been able to reach her current position.

The White Church, which used to be harsher and colder, is now so friendly thanks to her religious reforms. Many of the infrastructure and cultural openings were also her doing, and the infrastructure construction and civic cultivation carried out by the Crown Prince Hermes, who was highly praised by the Empire, was actually nothing more than the beautiful vision of Ira Erin Gunnan.

Everything about the sanctimonious nature of the man he should have called his father was nothing more than a patchwork of lies about what he had stolen from someone else.

And the empire almost succeeded in covering all this.

In the lakeside church, which is made up of a large number of Lamanite clergy, it is not difficult to change this and that. Fortunately, with the help of Sania, Hymirnin found some dusty information, and learned about the good ideas of the bishop.

More than 20 years have passed enough time for lies to exist instead of facts.

Her efforts were almost forgotten by everyone, and she became a late Suomir historical figure, a foil to the crown prince of Hermes.

Only a very small number of materials that have not been destroyed still record the complete facts. And unlike the well-documented feats, there are only a few accounts of the cause of the bishop's death, regardless of the source. It is only mentioned that she returned in a hurry after a year of visiting the Padrossi Empire, after which she refused to see anyone in a bad mood, and died a month later.

For such a respected hero, there was not even a decent funeral, just a hasty matter. It is recorded in the book that it was her personal wish, and she was close to the people all her life, so she did not want her funeral to be too extravagant and wasteful.

But Hymirinin knew that this was also another imperial lie.

The devil doesn't lie, and the reason he told himself about these things was also known to Hamilning when he met Erica and talked again.

"The definitions of gods and demons are nothing but arbitrary additions by human beings, and they do not have the so-called human concept of good and evil. ”

"It's too naïve and low-minded to deceive and hurt people with lies, and no, demons don't like to do that. They like to expose painful truths, let you check and verify them yourself, and then find yourself in this dilemma. ”

It is precisely because these words are all true that you will waver, you will hesitate, and you will be tormented in your heart. And this. Miss Mercenary said.

"That's the fun about them. ”

Irrefutable truth and facts.

If it is a lie, it is possible to get rid of it with a firm heart, but there is no such pleasant and easy thing. He struggled and agonized for half a year, but finally decided to pick up his sword and fight those people.

Even if they are seeking revenge for their biological mother, these people have already embarked on the road of destruction.

Their revenge has involved too many innocent people, and because of this, he must draw his sword against them.

Another year and a half passed, the Knights gained a foothold in the local area, and the entrenched cultists became weaker and weaker. They were on the verge of victory, but it was at this time that Hymirinen began to hesitate.

What awaits him at the end of victory?

Is he going to take up the revenge of these people and confront his father and the empire to demand atonement?

He didn't know.

Or pretend that none of this happened, return home full of honor and enjoy the cheers of the people to become a hero standing beside the man he knows is burdened with sin?

He didn't know.

He's just blindly avoiding the problem.

"Mr. Commander. The church workers nodded to him, and Hymirinen responded with the same gesture.

He walked through one turn after another, and finally came to the front of a two-story courtyard, and pushed the door in without saying hello.

"Ah, Mr. Chief, Miss Sage is up there. The nun below nodded a little shyly at him, and ran out with the book in her arms.

Miss Sage, Hamilnin pronounced this title in her mind.

It is said that it is because he has been running around helping others, and before he knows it, he has been shouted by the people. Over time, even the rest of them, as well as the nobles of Suomir, and even her colleagues in the Church, began to call her so.

Really, a very appropriate title for her. He thought, and walked up the stairs.

The sound of "da-da-da" footsteps sounded in an orderly manner, and Hamiring had just stepped onto the plank on the second floor when she heard her voice.

"Are you coming? Her voice wasn't high, and whenever she spoke in a tone like she was telling a bedtime story, it was so powerful that it was impossible to ignore.

"Hmm. Hymirinen replied, just a word, for he didn't quite know what to say next.

"You asked me when we met yesterday, Mr. Commander. Sania didn't look back, she stood by the window, leaving only a slender back, matching the long black hair.

"Everything that man has created is actually so easily capable of being destroyed. Even the sturdy steel, the castle that is supposedly impregnable, may not be able to survive longer than the human race itself, because we are so good at self-destruction, always trying to kill ourselves. He was silent, knowing that she hadn't finished speaking, and Sania continued, "Even great and noble ideals are bound to become corrupt over time—"

"Some beings are even full of pain since birth, and their lives are full of suffering and confusion, completely unaware of why they were born and why they continue to breathe and continue to live. ”

"You ask me why I say that such a human being is 'incomparably beautiful and full of hope,' and why I still love human beings so much and always look at them with the most optimistic thoughts, remember?"

"Well, I was so blocked by you that I couldn't say a word. Sania sighed a little helplessly: "It's because it's you, it's because what you say is the truth, so I can't refute it." ”

"But after thinking about it for a day, I'm about able to answer you now. Without waiting for Hymirinen to speak, she continued: "Even if birth is necessarily accompanied by pain, even if it is because of greed and lust, things must begin to decay as long as they exist—it is precisely because of this that the new things that are born have such precious meanings." ”

"Even if destruction is inevitable, even if humanity looks as fragile as ants under the crush of the wheel of fate, but—" She turned her head, her gray-blue eyes shining in the snow outside the window, and there was no weakness in her delicate face, all of which was stubbornness.

"Human beings can fight against fate, even if destruction is inevitable, even if everything that has been painstakingly built will inevitably be corrupted in the end, even if it is maliciously entangled, even if the country is ruined—"

"After that, humanity will still get back on its feet, every time. ”

"That's what I believe, Mr. Commander. She smiled slightly: "Maybe it seems to you to be just empty pretty words, maybe there will come a day after this when I will never be able to smile at you like this easily, but no matter what." ”

"Please try to believe in it, Mr. Commander. She said this, and before Hamirinen could reply, a series of footsteps rang out beside her, followed by an anxious voice shouting, "Miss Sage—"

"Ah, Mr. Commander is here!" rushed in the man who rushed in was a monk, and he had a letter in his hand and his face was full of anxiety.

"No, no!"

"His Royal Highness Constantine, the eldest grandson of His Majesty the Emperor, has been poisoned, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Hermes has been arrested as a suspect!"

"......" Hamir Ning froze in place, and Sania next to her had the same expression.