It is that beast, which has not had
They don't know it, but always love-
Loved its movements, its gestures, its long neck
until the glow of that silent gaze.
It is true that it does not exist. And yet, because they love it, they become
A pure beast. They cast away space forever.
But in that transparent, saved space
it gently raises its head, it hardly needs to
exist. They raise it without the grain, and
only ever with the possibility of its existence.
This may give the beast so much strength that
that it had a horn born on the top of its forehead.
It came to a maiden all white -
It is reflected in the silver mirror and in her bosom.
The elven poet played the harp, played the last notes, and then bent down and bowed as Verity and the other connoisseurs gave a not so warm but sincere applause. The poet gave up his instrument, and immediately another elf sang a new composition.
After a night of revelry, the air over the Green City was clear, the elves forgot their troubles for a while, and inspiration sprang up like a flood. Most of the poems were dedicated to princesses and unicorns, but there were also a few about magic-eyed governors and golden dragons, and Villette was happy to see the temple's grip on her people loosening.
Someone in the distance waved, and Villette immediately withdrew quietly from the crowd.
"What is it?"
The hooded Drusillia took her close friend's hand and walked away. "Looking for you for a while, come with me to the palace, Father and Master Chiselman have been there all morning."
As one of the protagonists of the parade, Druhilya did not know how long to maneuver between the elven honey wine and gin song and dance. The next day at noon sleepily tapped his head, actually forgot the initial purpose. Whether unicorns or midsummer night parade are just a surprise, the most critical is the batch of weapons in the name of thank you.
Through several doors of the palace, a heavily guarded room stood out. The princess pulled down her hood before the wary guards let her in. Who were these rangers guarding against? It was intriguing.
Once inside the door the two ladies were taken aback by 10 large gray and white boxes a meter high and wide in a circle. The center of the circle was the Elven King and the Elven Master Chiseler, and several Ranger generals were fully armed and were comparing their weapons with those of the Gargoyles.
Drusillia touched the box more surprised, actually not wood but metal, cold and hard to the touch, the surface polished very smooth.
"Iron?"
"No, it's steel." Verity corrected, having dealt with dwarves for decades, "Look at the color, it's the finest iron-rich ore repeatedly worked out."
Rather than a chest, it's a cabinet. The steel cabinet had two doors like a closet. Drusillia pulled hard, and suddenly the eyes were full of cold light, sweat hair a vertical. Arrow clusters, all arrow clusters, diamond-shaped, conical, three-pronged ... many more than the elven princess to see the arrow clusters every 10 for 1 bunch, 5 bundles for 1 drawer. And such a steel drawer from top to bottom there are 20 layers. When the door is pulled open, pulling the internal mechanical spring, 20 layers such as blooming thousand petals slowly popped out, layer by layer.
While Verity marveled at the mechanism, which was as delicate as the jewelry box, Drusilla paid more attention to the metal that filled her eyes. She recognized only three, the most commonly used diamond-shaped arrows, sharp and slender but less lethal armor-breaking arrows and signal arrows. The two tips of the crescent moon were forward, a shape that couldn't even kill a hare, right?
"This is not for hunting." Rameshirai habitually emerged from behind, causing Villette to give him a blank stare. "The crescent arrow cuts wide and is specifically used against all kinds of ropes, which are more common on naval battles."
"What about this one?" The shape of a cone, with a diameter of two fingers at its thickest point.
"Horse arrows. Horses and other riding beasts have thick muscles, and normal arrows do not work well, so use this can expand the wound shape; this is a Mitsubishi arrow, the barbs and blood grooves on it can provide good armor-breaking and killing power, our strange craftsmen used to make a batch, but the process and cost are too high; and this ... "
Rameshirai as the number of the family, Drusilla also listened very intently. In fact, she prefers poetry and musical instruments than killing supplies, but she is more focused on her responsibilities.
The princess brightened up, just the bottom of the cabinet did not pop out, the drawer surface also Yang engraved the Tia elven language: +1 secret silver alloy enchantment.
+1? Enchanting? Inexplicable terminology. Druhilya pulled it open to see that the drawer was covered with velvet, and there were only 10 arrows on it, complete with arrows not clusters. A faint glow emanated from the shaft to the feathers of the arrows. The princess blocked the sunlight before confirming that the light was emanating from the arrows themselves.
And the shape of the arrow cluster is very hunting, spiral pointed cone reminds Druhiria Hora. But the spiral cone was a bit thicker than a horse arrow, so one could imagine it spinning and tearing through armor and flesh with great power, but only if it could be shot, and such a large arrow would leave the bowstring and hit the ground like a bird with broken wings.
Drusillia picked one up and was amazed that it weighed the same as a normal arrow. She handed the arrow to Villette, the businesswoman weighed it and pointed to the words "secret silver alloy" and said, "I think it's a metal I've never seen before, it's light enough to make dwarves bite their tongues off, but I don't know how strong it is."
"Then take it out to test the target ..."
The words were not finished before they were interrupted by a crisp clash of blades. In the center of the circle, the short-haired Master Elf Chistmaker was very conspicuous. The elven chiselers are a unique heritage of the Tyrian forest, half blacksmith and half artist. Unlike dwarves and humans who rely on huge furnaces and hammers, kitsch smiths are more adept at using the proportions of various metal components and the wonderful changes in hot and cold conversion to make weapons, often with refined and sharp craftsmanship, but lacking in scale.
At this time, the older master odd smiths raised a shimmering short sword in one hand, the other hand is the ranger equipped with weapons. The two blades struck each other, the first crumbled open, the second cut the ranger's weapon in two, while the dragon's short sword left only a shallow scratch. The rangers were surprised to pass the short sword back and forth, eager to put it into their scabbards.
The master craftsman pointed out the broken blade to the elven king with chagrin: "Your Majesty, look at this blade, this is definitely not a problem of material and workmanship! The forging techniques are different, but the aim is the same - to create the desired toughness and hardness. And the material is even more impossible, even if it is a metal other than Salaver, it has to follow the basic laws of metals: hard plasticity is poor, plasticity is good texture is soft, and texture is good and not wear-resistant. Even if the material and process to the extreme, it is impossible to chop off two blows without chipping. This is beyond the scope of forging, a kind of field that I or the entire Saraf do not understand ... Ah, Liya is here."
"Master." Druhilya smiled and greeted, the chief odd smith is a die-hard loyalty of the elven king and an elder who watched the princess grow up, and the relationship is very close.
"Just in time, take a look at this '+1 Fine Iron Enchanted Short Sword'." Master Chiselman said, pointing to a drawer of the steel cabinet, which was full of weapons, long and short swords, small hard-headed hammers and so on. There was also a layer of velvet-lined "special" short sword.
"I know every word, but together they are completely incomprehensible. You know the most about that dragon, so maybe you can explain."
"It's magic." Drusillia said, but the Elven King and the others were not satisfied with the evanescent terminology and stared at the princess hoping to explain further.
Drusillia repeatedly weighed her words, trying not to sound too "fairy tale". "The torch mage shows more ... diverse magic than the legend, he can control the flame, but also with a large group of unicorns flying around. I want to have special spells on these weapons to make them even sharper and harder."
"Hmm ... enchanting, additional magic ..." the master odd smith was still not quite satisfied, thinking alone.
Drusilla asked the Elven King: "Father, what do you think of the weapons."
"But in terms of quantity, there is everything, dozens of weapons and some inlaid armor and lock ring armor, but not even enough to equip the royal close guard, the torch mage sent a sample set. Far beyond expectations in terms of quality, even if it's not 'enchanted' it's still a slightly higher grade than our weapons. I intend to re-propose it to the council." It was only a few days, but the Elven King got rid of the passive situation and grabbed a good hand: the weapon samples could convince the elders, the unicorns pulled in the people, and the chief priests dealt with the pantheon.
"Excellent." Drusillia saw that Villette wanted to say something and said, "If you have something to say directly to my father, the whole palace does not even have a fly with the smell of the pantheon."
"Your Majesty." Verity stepped forward, "I looked around, apparently the torch mage knows us very well, sent all the goods that can be used. But the only thing missing is the most important - the price list of goods."
The elven father and daughter looked at each other, so focused on playing against the pantheon that they forgot they didn't even know what currency the dragons traded in.
"Whatever it is, as long as it is available in the Forest of Tyria." The Elf King said. "Villette, in light of your extensive past experience and the Princess's strong recommendation, I appoint you as a weapons trade adjutant, directly responsible to the Princess."
"Father?" Druhiria was surprised.
The Elf King turned his head: "Liya, both in the scouting and parade performance made me realize the mistake, you have extraordinary talent and leadership charisma, I decided to allow you to participate in the decision making of Tia Forest. I am allocating 100 rangers to you, of course, just for security and transport, any military action involving to the outside of the forest must be approved by me. Before starting trade, you will go in charge of coordinating the settlement of the unicorn colony, and no one is better suited for this task than you."
"Absolutely live up to your trust." Drusilla's chest was filled with the happiness and responsibility of power being trusted. "And what about you?"
The elven king pulled up his daughter's palm, like green onion fingers still have a small amount of blood left, condensed into a black and purple powder. The king's expression remained the same, but something warlike began to seep into the tone of his voice.
"I may not be a good king, but I will at least be a good father. Anyone who harms my daughter in this forest, even if he is the earthly spokesman of the gods, I will have his blood returned in blood!"