The tattered linen cloth opened, revealing a palm-width heavy sword inside.
"Anything else?" asked the blacksmith.
"Listen to my call and I'll do it myself." Raven stepped forward and inserted the heavy sword into the furnace, causing dozens of sparks to fly out.
What?
Knights need to forge their own swords?
The blacksmith sounds like a fantasy, and he has to re-forge it. This is not something that can be done with just a few hammers.
"Add more heat!"
The blacksmith opened his mouth to say something, then thought of the other party's identity, buried his head and added a few more pieces of carbon stone.
"Harder!" He turned his head and cursed at the apprentice who was looking at the knight through and through, venting his anger on him.
The blacksmith's apprentice rolled his eyes, and unknown colors danced under the blazing firelight.
call--
Milky white fighting spirit filled the air, wrapping both of Raven's palms. With one hand, he grasped the handle of the epee that had begun to turn red, making a hissing sound like he was burning meat.
Milky white fighting spirit filled the air, gradually wrapping the red sword body.
The other hand reached into his short coat, took out a small bottle, and crushed it with a click. The bright red blood with a hot breath flowed and dripped from the seam between his fingers.
"roar--"
As the fighting spirit spreads, there seems to be a special roar coming from the blood, like an unyielding soul roaring and roaring.
"Add more heat!"
Raven whispered, not caring that the sword was getting hotter and redder.
The blacksmith was a little confused. He had been making iron all his life. Where had he seen such a posture?
"Go away, let me do it!" He picked up the apprentice boy and pulled up the stove with a roar, and the flames burned faster.
The blazing flames burned, and in the knight's clenched fist, the unyielding roar grew louder and louder under the milky white holy light, and gradually turned into a roar similar to that of a creature at the top of the food chain.
With a majestic and terrifying momentum, it let out a terrifying roar from the top of the living body.
The blacksmith was terrified. What on earth happened to this kind of sound and this kind of thing?
"Add more heat!"
The third time he asked him to increase the fire. The blacksmith looked at the iron furnace that had been burning for many years and wondered if it would burn out if he added more fire.
When he was thinking this, a ray of milky white light enveloped the entire furnace, turning the entire forging furnace into a milky white light source. Even if he opened his eyes wider, he could not see clearly what was happening.
After adding fire for the third time, the blacksmith felt the fiery waves licking his body, just like when he first started working as a blacksmith apprentice, feeling that every breath of air was hot.
bass--
Raven pulled out the red heavy sword from the stove, threw it on the iron felt, and slammed it down with his clenched right fist.
If we look at history, this can be regarded as the oldest and most primitive method in the forging industry.
The ancient gods used volcanoes as furnaces and fists as hammers to create the first generation of artifacts in history.
But now, Raven doesn't have the power of the gods, so he can only sacrifice one or two with blood.
laugh--
He slapped the red sword with his palm, and with another touch, the milky white holy light flourished.
The unyielding and unwilling dragon's roar gradually weakened, as if it was sealed in the heavy sword.
when--
when--
when--
The knight held the hammer beside him with his backhand, and started banging it.
One knock, one move, one hammer and one spark.
After three forgings and three reheatings, the fiery fluctuations made the blacksmith a little unbearable.
Until the fourth time, Raven put down the hammer filled with holy light, raised the brand new heavy sword, and blew lightly on its blade.
Buzz——
"Let me call you the Sword of Mercy."
Raven said its name softly, and a feeling of blood connection came to his heart.
Swish——
A ray of light seemed to fall from the sky, falling from the Kingdom of God in the void star realm.
The god in charge of forging in this era sent blessings, which made the quality of this heavy sword even higher.
Raven breathed shallowly, no one but him knew about this scene of being blessed by the gods.
As for why the other party didn't make a big show of force, Lei Wen also understood.
The Forge God gave him three choices.
The first is to become His believer, and He will give Raven a chance to become the Holy Spirit.
The second option is that He will bless the weapon, but accordingly, the weapon's building plan and drawings will become part of His collection.
The third option is that Raven has the right to keep the weapon secret, but the gods will only grant simple gifts.
Raven chose the second one. This blueprint was of no use to him. He also wanted to see what the blessings of the gods here looked like.
The price is that if he encounters an auxiliary knight in the future, he may see a heavy sword that is almost the same as this sword.
"Your stove is pretty good." Raven breathed a sigh of relief and once again wrapped the greatly changed epee in linen cloth and tucked it under his arm. He regarded the weight of more than one hundred or two hundred kilograms as a feather and pushed away the warm sword.
Go out the door.
The blacksmith sat in a daze on the small bench, ignoring his dry and dry hair. He suddenly looked at his apprentice with a passionate expression.
"Don't you want to be a knight?"
"I'll go find the lord. You can learn from him. You must learn this!"
"The craftsmanship of our blacksmiths must be carried forward in your hands."
The blacksmith apprentice coughed, his throat felt hoarse, and his eyes were confused and helpless.
What happened again?
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Walking on the chaotic streets, Raven saw the militiamen being herded together by the knight attendants.
He took a curious look.
"Lord Knight."
A knight attendant blushed and gave a non-standard knightly salute to Raven. He was one of the six knight attendants yesterday and witnessed the knight's strong fighting power.
"What are you doing?" Raven put the heavy sword under the other arm and asked curiously.
"Militia training," the knight's squire said.
Raven looked at the dozens of militiamen walking away, and saw that they could not even walk well, and couldn't help but doubt their combat effectiveness.
The environment of this era is very similar to that of the Middle Ages, but there are some extra things, including magic and gods that were not found in the Middle Ages.
I hope Sirk Knight can train them better.
Raven said a prayer.
It's still early, but he still has many things to do, such as making the knights familiar with his Holy Light fighting spirit.
"Knight training?"
"Well, okay, we agree."
After just a short talk, the knights agreed, and they got what they wanted.
Regarding the auxiliary fighting spirit of the auxiliary knight, how long is the blessing time, how long is the upper limit of the blessing, and what is the range of the blessing? These are all issues that need to be paid attention to.
In the middle of the afternoon, the knights put on training plate armor, and Raven was also assigned a suit.
They rode out on horseback, carrying knights' spears and kicked out. The Viscount stood at the door, looking deeply at Raven's leaving figure.
It's too early, it's still a little too early.
The Viscount shook his head slightly, not knowing what he was thinking of.