The experienced craftsmen in the workshop all knew that Wachel's craftsmanship was good.
But no one had imagined how much of a sensation it would cause if the spirit craftsman used blessings to forge weapons, because such imagination was immoral, so no one was prepared in advance...
The drawings that Malungu sketched casually were burned before the flames condensed.
The conventional forging rules could not be applied to such high-end casting.
The furnace of the Duwa tribe was filled with steel.
The casting power invested by the craftsmen in their works was drawn by the phantom of the old god and gathered in this small ball of light.
It became clear and ethereal, like a boiling Banzu gem.
Even Malungu could not estimate the growth potential of this weapon at this time.
But that was all later. If there were no more restraints, after a moment, Wachel's life would be overdrawn, and it would penetrate the clouds with the ritual of collapse, first becoming the brightest meteor in the wasteland...
and then explode into powder!
Ken threw out the [Legendary] quality [Cold Pivot Handle]. The simple handle looked like an ordinary brass pickaxe, and the animal skin wrapped around it slowly unfolded in the air...
At this time, the three furnaces in the canyon were red.
The gushing heat flow was like sand-eating magic, destroying any impurities that floated by.
The smelting power controlled by the phantom of the old god did not even cause the "back skin of the ancient giant beast" to curl at all.
[Item: Dark Manuscript·Morning and Dusk]
[A very sophisticated weapon design. It uses a special technique that is no longer circulated to hide the forging and smelting process in it. Only the top forgers will use this "Dark Manuscript". ]
The animal skin was completely stretched, revealing the secret array.
The Dark Manuscript began to decompose. This forging has reached the standard for it to be effective.
The scattered light spots were scattered to every corner of the canyon with the heat flow, slowly taking over the smelting power. The forging ceremony on the edge of losing control was stabilized by a drawing...
The pressure on Wachler suddenly dropped.
He woke up again from the ceremony and saw the ink marks floating in the air. The draftsman's thoughts were pointing out the direction of forging...
"The handwriting is so familiar."
Wachler thought so and started to operate.
Sulfur and magma sprayed into the sky from the cracked cliffs, and the remnants of the ancient furnace were aroused, as if to help him complete the last step.
Dust and vibrations enveloped the world.
He could only hear breathing in his ears. From a certain moment, the rhythm of this breathing became another person.
Then Wachel saw:
In the dim giant hall, a young craftsman apprentice was drawing. He endured loneliness and coldness. In the deep underground where it was so depressing that it drove people crazy, he repeatedly picked up the pen with the help of a weak firelight. The production of the Hades map was quite complicated. If a magic splash of brilliance was not controlled, he would have to start all over again...
His face was full of determination. As he grew up slowly, the fire in his eyes never went out. He had passed through hundreds or thousands of drawings in his hands.
"Arthur..."
Wachel raised his head weakly.
The starry sky surrounded him like a vast sea of sand.
His eyes were moist, and his old cheeks trembled slightly. He felt proud and distressed - Arthur had endured no less suffering than himself over the years.
Guided by the Hades map, the light ball slowly condensed into a main body on the [Lengshu Handle].
The essence of the melted and purified Miqiang ore was cast into the axe face, and the moon sap paved the magic path along the decoration.
From front to back, from gray to dark black, the line drawings of the glorious period of the dwarves, the ancient style still retains the style of the old gods, and with the blessing of various elements...
Let it have the majesty of overlooking the entire continent of Oshua!
The howling north wind rolled up the snow foam, and the thunder floated in the ever-lowering clouds. It seemed to be brewing, and the night seemed to be compressed above the head of the Duwa tribe.
The craftsmen stood on the street and prayed to the phantom of Xienbio.
The apprentices who had never seen the world squeezed in the corner. This was a rare experience in their lives except for the "God Forging Day". The seeds of forging began to take root.
The vendors had given up the meaningless quarrels and turned to wait for the arrival of weapons with the mercenaries and laborers.
The eyes of the ancient tribe were alarmed. In the woods, narrow alleys, dim compartments, and hidden street corners, people under hoods and masks had different expressions.
"Spirit craftsman, weapons..."
Countless encrypted messages were spread.
The frozen ground of Palotusbi trembled slightly, and the deep and terrifying sight was looking here. They first focused on their old enemies, and then the allies around them, fearing that the other party would be the holder.
Various information in the black market was bought and sold.
The hundred-item shelf was bustling, and even the most difficult people began to be active.
Stephen opened the door of the secret room flatteringly.
Whoever was deceived by the smile on his face would be slowly guided and eventually swallowed up.
Tonight's guests are very important. The black-skinned maids are not presentable. The room is full of living legends in the North. Everyone wants to get the most accurate clues.
Malungu had given a heads-up in advance, so the hundred-item shelf raised the price very high. Every guess of the employers was rejected by shaking their heads, but in the end, everyone could only leave doubts at the end of the secret letter.
Who is she?
Stephen raised his head, looked across the arguing negotiation table, and met the eyes of a man in the corner.
The man nodded in realization, opened his thin lips slightly, wanted to say something, but didn't, pursed his lips into a gentle arc, covered half of his face with a hood, and left the secret passage in advance.
...
Malengu waited anxiously until dawn.
"Not enough, it's not time for it to come yet."
Ken was not in a hurry.
His face was as calm as ever.
The battle axe hung in the air, slowly turning in the hot surge, as if staring at everyone present, any impetuosity and anxiety would be captured by it.
[All things have spirits, you must never underestimate your weapons. ]
At a certain moment, the brightness around suddenly increased.
Ken stood up suddenly, raised his head, and looked at the sky in the middle of the canyon on both sides:
The morning light blew away the dark clouds that had been there all night, breaking through the haze, sweeping away everything, and the cruel and wild land of the North was gently brushed by it at this moment...
The aurora was blasted away.
The shadow of Xienbio faded in the faint light. At the last moment before he disappeared, he dropped a heavy hammer, knocking Wachel to the ground, completely shattering something like "godhood", and destroying the path for mortals to reach the pinnacle.
This is part of the price.
The boiling air around him slowly calmed down.
The battle axe named [Morning and Dusk] fell steadily, as if it had cut off some prejudice and stubbornness, deeply shaking into the solid bricks, and clear cracks spread to Ken's feet.
He took a step, stepped on the broken fragments, and came to the front in silence.
"The banner of Santonkaya, Ken Bouvier."
He introduced himself very solemnly.
Silent snowflakes fell, the biting cold wind from the north passed through the canyon again, and the clear sunlight slanted through the clouds, like countless sharp swords that cut through confusion.
The tail of the battle axe kept shining.
Ken adjusted his breathing, took off his black gloves, and stretched his arm out as a wisp of fire arc jumped out...
Forging the deep valley, the faint light transitioned to darkness, and the two intertwined and mixed.
The young man with the face of the southern border stood at the intersection, the blue flames surged, breaking all the boundaries of light and darkness, burning independently and proudly.
Coincidence, fate?
As it should be, as if it was supposed to be.
He stretched out his hand and grasped the battle axe... named [Dawn and Dusk].