Jones personally swung the hammer for the final step, heating, forging, quenching, shaping, grinding, and polishing. After another five days, a strange long sword with an extremely long handle, an oval cross-section, and only the tip of the sword was slightly open.

It was already in shape. After installing the ring-shaped hand guard he designed, Jones waved it. The weight and balance were good! The first handle was done, and the second handle was much easier. It took four days to complete the second handle, which was only slightly better than the first handle.

One handle was slightly shorter, about 90 centimeters. The pleased Jones left the shop happily while the blacksmiths looked at them as fools.

As soon as Jones arrived at the door, he shouted inside: "George, come and see the gift I gave you!"

Anna heard the sound and rushed out of the house. The sound arrived before anyone arrived: "Where is it? Let me see quickly!"

Jones pulled out the shorter sword and handed it to Anna with a smile: "The god-killing weapon, Arya Stark's sword 'needle' - sewing needle!"

Anna took the sewing needle, looked left and right, and curled her lips with some disappointment: "I thought it was something delicious, but it turned out to be a broken sword!"

Jones immediately corrected him: "This is not a broken sword, this is an alloy weapon that I spent ten days carefully forging! The quality is so high that it will absolutely crush all weapons in the world!"

Anna made a shooting gesture with her left hand and retorted: "This is what I need! Not this broken sword!"

Jones smiled awkwardly: "My dear, the conditions here are limited! I will definitely make one for you when I have the opportunity!"

Anna shouted excitedly: "I want ****!" Then she waved the sewing needle in her hand and said, "But before that, I'll just have to use this broken sword."

The two were chatting animatedly when a rough voice came from behind: "Hey, is this the sword you made? It looks weird." Jones and Anna turned around and saw that the person coming was none other than Yoder next door.

Jones handed over his own sword and introduced: "Although it looks strange, it is easy to use. The slender sword makes it easier and faster to swing; the oval cross section can make the sword stronger and more resilient; and the sharp tip

It can easily cut through the enemy's armor."

Yoder waved it a few times and smacked his lips: "It's too light, I still like to use an ax!"

"We all have our own strengths. I don't have a body as strong as yours. It's hard for me to lift your ax, let alone fight. So I can only take the agility route. Surprise them, attack them unprepared, and determine the outcome with one move!"

Yodel returned the sword to Jones and said: "That's true. I happen to be free too. Let's go into the palace and show His Majesty the King."

Jones did not shirk, sheathed his sword and went to see King Zingla together with Yodel.

Zingla saw Jones' sword and Yoder's expression, full of disdain written on his face. He played with it for a few times and returned it to Jones. Jones didn't explain much, put away the sword and prepared to say goodbye to Zingla.

Singela waved his hand and asked him to leave. Jones turned around and was stopped by Singla again. Singla patted his forehead and said: "Oh, I almost forgot something. In three days, I will hold a meeting at the training ground."

There will be a duel, and I will make the winner a baron! You will also come and participate."

Yodel's expression changed but he didn't say anything. Jones saw this and agreed to Singela's request first. After the two of them left the palace, he asked: "Brother Yodel, is this duel strange again? Let me see what you think.

His face doesn’t look right.”

Yodel said solemnly: "The 'baron' mentioned by His Majesty the King refers to the official position of commanding one hundred people. Now our army has a total of 1,200 people. Every 100 people are in a team, and they are led by twelve barons, and the twelve barons are in charge.

They are commanded by His Majesty the King and three viscounts respectively. The three teams commanded by His Majesty the King personally are the King's Guards, and I am the commander of one team of the Guards. This duel is to select one of the prisoners captured last time.

Hundreds of people form a new team."

Jones said doubtfully: "This is reasonable, but you seem to be very worried."

Yoder sighed and said: "I'm worried about your safety. Ten of our twelve barons are tribesmen, and there are two foreigners who were born through duels. They both escaped death and became viscounts."

!I originally thought about letting you be my deputy so that you can take care of me in my team. Who knows that His Majesty the King will still want you to participate in the duel."

Jones's face also changed, and he frowned and asked in a deep voice: "Brother Yodel, can you tell me about the duel in detail?"

Yoder nodded and said: "This time we captured more than 200 prisoners in total, and 25 of them won single-handedly like you. This duel is a battle between 26 of you. There are no rules, and the ones who survived in the end are and

There can only be one, and this winner is the captain of the new team, that is, the Viscount. Then he will draw 100 people from the prisoners to form his own team."

Jones' face became increasingly ugly: "There are no rules? Is it a 26-person melee?"

Yodel nodded: "Yes, this not only tests personal strength, but also requires very good luck. That's why I'm so worried about you."

Jones didn't expect that Zingla, who seemed quite amiable, would have such a cruel side. This wasn't choosing a captain, it was clearly a killing game! What was even more unfortunate was that he had to participate! Rubbing his cheeks hard, Jones said to Yoder: "About

Brother Del, can you help me get some more weapons? I need to make some more preparations. I will definitely die in the duel with this sword alone!"

Yoder nodded: "No problem, let's go to the blacksmith shop to get it, and I'll charge whatever we use to it!"

Jones said gratefully: "Thank you, brother!"

"We are brothers. Don't worry about these things. Saving your life is the key. Let's get there quickly."

The two of them hurried to the blacksmith shop, and Yoder kicked all the guests out rudely. Jones was not polite and took the good mineral materials whenever he saw them. It would be too late to make armor, so he had to settle for making a strong shield! All night long

Working urgently, they finally built an oval-shaped shield at dawn. It was not big, only as long as a forearm, but they put a lot of effort into the materials. Jones and three blacksmiths forged it a hundred times before taking it into shape. Watching

The beautiful patterns on it tell you that this is a real hundred-forged steel shield! The inside is padded with cowhide and linen. The entire shield is light and strong, and can be called the strongest shield at that time! Not only is it not afraid of being slashed by swords, it can also effectively buffer blunt objects.

Blow. Yoder slashed hard with his battle axe. Apart from countless sparks flying up and leaving a shallow mark on the shield, knocking Jones back a few steps, no harm was done.

Jones was very satisfied with the strength of the shield, and Yoder was also a little jealous, saying that if Jones was not dead, he would help him build an identical shield!

Everything was ready, Jones said goodbye to Yodel and went home to recuperate his energy. When he met Anna, he only said that he was too tired to build the shield and needed to rest for two days, and said nothing about the duel. This may be the responsibility of a man!

Three days passed in a blink of an eye. After Jones kissed Anna goodbye, he came to the military camp outside the town with his sword and shield. The military camp was bustling with people, and the crowds of people were sitting or standing surrounding the playground in the middle. Xin

Wearing a set of gorgeous aristocratic clothes that didn't fit, Guerra sat on the only table beside the playground with a dozen people, chatting and laughing. There were various snacks on the table in front of him. He might just be watching the life-and-death battle of 26 people as a performance.

Bar!

Jones spat on the ground with disdain, thinking that this kind of person is not worthy of being a king, let alone his loyalty! If there is a chance in the future, he should escape from here to find Bruce and the others!

The duel will officially begin in half an hour. Each of the 26 contestants is making final preparations and occasionally provoking the opponents around him. Jones pretends to be timid and dodges when faced with provocations, and those few people can't help but show contempt.

Their expressions. Little did they know that Jones was also laughing at their imbecility. What was the difference between training the enemy at will and seeking death when the enemy was unknown?

A tradition that has remained unchanged for more than a thousand years: before important ceremonies, the leader must come forward and say a few words. When Singela saw the hourglass on the table draining out the last grain of sand, he stood up and walked to the edge of the stage to start a speech that he thought was very sensational and encouraging.
Chapter completed!