"Come on, come here. It's cool in this room. ”

Belengar led Rann to a small room built next to a smelting room.

As soon as I entered, the cool feeling immediately dispelled the heat of the melting chamber.

Lan walked in, and it seemed that Berengar had been here for a long time, so that he could keep an eye on the operation of the equipment.

Inside the small room is a simple lounge structure, a set of tables and chairs, a bed, and a glove compartment.

"Replenishing the magic power of that crystal, as well as sending a large amount of ore and monster materials at one time, all require the sorcerer's levitation technique. So they planned a rest stop here, and now I use it the most. ”

Berengar expertly arranged Lann in his chair, and he reached under the bed and fumbled under it.

Bending over, he explained.

"This house has been spelled by the sorceresses, and the heat will be discharged directly into the water below the reef, and of course, this will also need to be recharged regularly."

"Aha! Got it! This guy is too long and heavy to even fit in that storage box, so he has to put it under the bed. ”

Rann ignored Belengar's complaints, his eyes fixed on the long wooden box.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously showed a smile of expectation.

"Turn it on, Belengal."

The long-faced witcher smiled confidently, "Of course, of course. It's a good sword that took me three days and two nights to build, and of course I'll open it. Just look at it. ”

The long wooden box was opened, and a dark, huge sword appeared in front of Lan En's eyes.

Belengar seems to have used some unique forging technique, and the Valyrian steel was supposed to be a wavy pattern like the Damascus pattern.

The black one is like black smoke, and the white snow is bright and cold.

But on this huge sword, black and white are divided into two distinct parts.

The blade is bright enough to illuminate a human figure, and the spine of the sword, which is mainly under pressure, is a pure black color that gives a heavy sense.

The shape of the sword is very conventional, but the size is extraordinary. The width is one palm, the total length is one meter eight, and the thickness is close to one knuckle.

The gauntlet part is not a cross sword, but more like a flat rectangular piece of iron, which is directly mounted.

Lann guessed it was to balance the counterweights.

The hilt of the sword is wrapped in a roll of white linen cloth in circles, which is non-slip and moisture-resistant.

In short, this is a greatsword from Robert Sr. that Lanen used urgently, and it is more fierce, more intimidating and destructive!

"Wow."

Lan En raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth in admiration.

Belengar gladly accepted this.

"You'll be able to use this sword well, Lan. Even if I used Valyrian steel, the full weight of the sword still reached more than fifty kilograms. I calculated that if it was cast from ordinary steel, the sword would probably exceed three hundred kilograms. ”

Lane did not take a stand on this claim.

He stepped forward and bent down, and scooped up the hilt of the sackcloth wrapped in the wooden box with his palm.

It was a lot of weight, and when he actually held the sword in his hand, it made him feel a wave of comfortable satisfaction.

For warriors, the weight of the weapon is reassuring.

"Take it with both hands, take it with both hands, if you flash your waist, it's not a day and a half"

Before Belengal's exhortation was finished, his mouth began to open and close unconsciously, but he forgot to match it with his throat and couldn't make a sound.

Lan En held the hilt of the sword in one hand and straightened up smoothly, his glowing cat-eyes following the greatsword.

The two hearts began to beat violently, and the blood pumped out made the muscles stronger and stronger.

A faint heat spilled from between the corners of Lan's mouth and teeth.

Hanging a fifty-kilogram weight on a person's body and starting to swing it will undoubtedly completely ruin the stability of one's center of gravity.

However, with the blessing of the core knowledge of the [Bear School Swordsmanship], Lan En has always controlled and trained his center of gravity very well.

The entire sword was lifted neatly by him, because it was more spacious than the usual weapon, bringing more airflow.

As Lan lifted the sword, the currents even engulfed the dust in the cracks in the floor.

A small tornado of dust rolled up at the distance where the tip of the sword left the ground!

With a slight boost, the giant sword was lifted by Lan En with one hand and carried onto his shoulder.

The blade of the greatsword is not sharp, it is meant to be used for attacking, and a blade that is too sharp will make it vulnerable in collisions.

"Click!"

The base of the greatsword's blade pressed against the leather shoulder armor of the High Bear School armor with a powerful crisp sound.

It wasn't that the blade damaged the shoulder armor, it was the blade that shook the plate inside the entire set of armor after resting on the shoulder!

"What a sword, Belengar!"

The grip, the center of gravity, the weight, the toughness of the Valyrian steel are the quality that underpins such an unusual size.

Under normal circumstances, the front end of a two-handed broadsword with a blade thickness of half a centimeter will automatically deform and bend under gravity when the blade is lifted flat.

The shape of this sword is larger, but the blade can be more straight and smooth.

Belengar was beside him for a long time, and it wasn't until Rann carried the sword on his shoulder that he finally returned to normal.

"Oh my Meritelli"

The long-faced witcher kept smashing his mouth, and his impression of Lan En's combat power was still stuck before the young man had not installed the [Second Heart].

After that, Lane never showed his current physical fitness in front of him.

"Okay. I can see that your hands are itchy and you want to cut something. Anyone who gets a good sword will think so. But let's talk about it, how about you wait until you get out and go crazy? I'm afraid you'll rub this set of things I designed. ”

Belengar pouted with a complicated expression.

He also likes good swords, and he wants to wield the sword that he has beaten himself, but he is self-aware.

And now he cares more about his own set of smelting and processing equipment.

Naturally, Lan En would not start practicing at this time, and Belengar also prepared a set of leather straps for him to carry the sword on his back.

Because the weight of the sword was too great, the leather strap could not have been as simple as the strap of a regular longsword.

It is a set of harnesses that distribute the weight on the shoulders, back, and waist, and resemble a modern combat vest.

There is an iron ring on the back, which is used to hook and hang with the iron ring on the sword grid.

"By the way, what's this sword called? A good sword deserves a good name. ”

Carrying the greatsword to his back, Rann asked Belengar as he moved his body to adjust to the added weight.

"Just punching out this sword will exhaust me for half my life, and I'm not good at choosing a name, so let's do it, it's not bad to use the name of the casting place as the name. [Dark Water], how's that? ”

Dark water, also known as Muddy Water Village. Lan En automatically made the switch in his head.

"Very good, this sword is called [Turbidity Current]."

Belengar pursed his lips: "Actually, is there a possibility that you don't have to ask my name?" ”

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