Chapter 13 Just guess and swing the hammer and that’s it!

Author: He gave up and I took it

Chapter 13 Just guess and swing the hammer and that’s it!

It is not difficult to integrate magic into the flames. The difficult thing is how to control the power and prevent it from crossing the line of destruction.

The old Itarek couldn't do this.

But in the long-term forging, his control over the fire gradually made great progress.

Especially after developing the Burning Curse, Italek can create flames anytime and anywhere, and every wisp of flame contains the infusion of magic power!

However, if you want to forge weapons with magical flames, having the huge magic capacity to keep the flames burning for a long time is also a severe challenge.

It just so happens that Itarek's true form is a genuine black dragon.

Coupled with the fact that he has never stopped absorbing and tempering magic power since he was born, Italek's magic power capacity far exceeds the imagination of any dragon, and there is no problem in supporting a weapon forging!

After thinking for a while, Itarek began to rummage around in front of his brand new blacksmith's bench.

Regardless of whether it works or not, just give it a try first and then say something else. Anyway, you won’t lose a piece of meat if you fail!

Black dragons among the colorful dragons tend to like to stay in hot and dry places, and most ores are in their diet, which also gives Italek an innate ability to identify minerals.

The other troll blacksmiths who envied Italek would never think of it.

The reason why Itarek can find the most needed ores to make weapons every time is actually just because these ores appear in his recipes...

"Well, let's take some bluestone, add more spider veins, and finally use black iron ore and fine steel as the main body."

Like a picky aunt visiting the vegetable market.

Itarek let his intuition make his choice freely, and soon the bamboo basket was filled to the brim with various ores.

Pull the bellows, and blazing sparks fly out.

The heat wave that hit his face was like a breeze. Without even blinking, Itarek picked up the hammer and smashed it down like a violent storm, using abundant strength to force the reserved minerals to step out of their comfort zone and become

You have me I have you.

Various Ore (Super Loud): I don’t want to make friends.

Itarek (covering the other person's mouth): No, you want to!

The gentle magic power became violent under deliberate guidance, and with a bit of ignitable anger, it danced and burned freely on the blacksmith's table.

The fire is like a ribbon wrapped around the hammer.

With every time Itarek circles his arms, the beautiful flames will reluctantly draw a graceful arc in mid-air, and then return to the earth under the guidance of great strength, where the gold and iron will burn.

With a clanging sound, it suddenly hit the red weapon embryo!

Beads of sweat rolled down his naked body.

Just like the miraculous sculpture art of ancient Greece, the beauty of muscles and strength is explained in each beating.

Italek could feel the magic power in his body flowing like a trickle. Correspondingly, the feel of forging this time had never been so smooth.

Every wisp of fire seemed to become an extension of his limbs, penetrating deeply into the embryo that was undergoing drastic changes.

Impurity removal and ore refining.

This unbearably hot forging lasted for a whole day. Even Italek felt a little pressure, and about 30% of the magic capacity like a reservoir was consumed.

on the contrary.

When the last hammer fell hard, Italek knew that his guess had come true!

A whole bucket of dark red animal blood was poured onto the still warm beheading axe, and the rising white mist could not block Italek's satisfied sight.

Trolls believe that cooling the weapon with blood after it is forged will allow the weapon to drink the blessing of killing.

For other weapons, this may just be a ridiculous and ignorant superstition.

But when placed on this first magical weapon, which is destined to create a precedent in history, it has become the most authentic description of its bright future!

Caressing the decapitating ax that was still stained with blood, Itarek looked at it with unabashed affection.

The smooth ax blade has not been polished, but it already shows the coldness that penetrates the heart. The thick ax handle is less than half a meter. When it is swung, it is destined to only deal with the scene of hand-to-hand combat, but it also allows it to perform at its best.

Brutal strength!

Maybe it's because Itarek's touch was particularly hot today.

After eliminating the impurities, the various minerals formed a harmonious unity with each other, making the hardness of this decapitation ax reach the pinnacle of weapons in the world!

If you fight with a weapon forged from mortal fire, it will be crushed by the decapitation ax in just a few rounds.

Once the war breaks out.

This decapitating ax will become a meat grinder on the battlefield, the absolute focus of the flesh and blood mill!

Itarek's fingertips lightly passed over the mouth of the axe, and a wisp of blood gushed out. In addition to his surprise, his eyes looking at the decapitating ax became more and more fiery.

The black dragon's greedy nature was ready to take action, and Itarek subconsciously licked his lips.

Minglong doesn't speak secretly.

He was interested in this decapitating ax and did not want to hand it over to the country!

This is the first magic weapon that I forged with my own hands.

Even if there will be an existence better than it in the future, the double first kill in history and life is destined to make the commemorative significance of this decapitating ax in Italek's eyes explode on the spot——!!

Slowly removes some of the effects of humanoid transformation.

Pieces of jet-black dragon scales appeared on the surface of Itarek's thick arms, and his eyes turned into the iconic dragon pupils.

If there are other trolls present, this terrifying scene is enough to make even the bravest troll warriors scream in fear!

"Drink, drink, the child I molded with my own hands will let me see a more perfect you."

Italek took the initiative to break open his own dragon scales with the decapitating axe, allowing it to drink the hot dragon blood inside, thus completing a brutal and extravagant enchantment.

It seems as if it has absorbed the power from the dragon's blood.

The surface of the decapitating ax is rendered with a layer of deep red that cannot be wiped off. The more violent and vast power of the black dragon is contained in the depths, only waiting for a being who is qualified to be its driver to firmly grasp the handle of the axe.

Set off an incisive killing storm, or be ruthlessly abandoned by overly generous power!

He raised this brutal weapon in a trance.

As the creator and the giver of dragon blood, it did not show any rebelliousness at all, and even made a friendly buzzing sound in Itarek's hand.

Staring deeply at the weapon like a lover, Itarek whispered.

"The teacher who led me on the path of forging once told me that every weapon forged by one's own hands should be regarded as one's own companion. For a long time, I thought this statement was too exaggerated, until you were in my hands.

Birth...

Your greatness is soaked in my blood, and your belonging is destined to belong to me only!

But as the first partner I recognized.

Before leaving Zangula, I think I should choose a qualified person who is qualified to possess you temporarily to see what your abilities are."

Pfft——

It was as if he understood Itarek's words.

A cluster of hot flames ignited from the ax blade out of thin air, and spread to every corner in the blink of an eye.

Just like a ferocious beast that is ready to win the heart of its master, it only needs one command and it will tear apart all the enemies in front of it without hesitation, just in exchange for a heartfelt praise!

The brutal ax blade has been forged.

After tonight.

In the ancient history of trolls, there is destined to be a violent blade that brings endless death!

Italek raised his decapitating ax high and whispered in the darkness the name that was fanatically pursued by countless trolls who were unwilling to be ordinary.

"In the name of the Blood-Slaying Death Blade, let's tear apart the darkness that has shrouded Zangula for hundreds of years——!!"
Chapter completed!