"It also includes the craftsmanship of making dragon weapons." After listening to Solar's confession, Bedivere couldn't help but sigh with regret: "What a pity."
At this time, the sound of hammering in the room gradually became quieter, and the weapon seemed to be almost ready.
"There's no way, because the old diehards don't allow the craft of making dragon weapons to spread outside the clan." Solar stood up and patted the dust on his pants: "And I'm too lazy to learn it. Learning it is just a waste of time."
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"That's right." The werewolf also jumped up from the big rock he was sitting on, and couldn't help but feel a little sad. The ancient dragon hunters' uncanny skills in making dragon weapons are really going to disappear from this planet.
The dragon hunters are not only aging and dying physically, but also aging and dying mentally. What an unbearable reality this is.
Bedivere looked at Solar again. This descendant of the dragon hunter clan seemed to be very optimistic and did not have the pessimism of imminent destruction. Perhaps the destruction of the clan meant for the magic swordsman Solar.
In other words, it is a kind of relief.
"Okay." Father Odin walked out of the house holding Bedivere's turtle tongue whip. "It may feel completely different from before. Let's wave it around and see?"
"Uh, this is my whip?" The werewolf looked at the whip that turned into pure black. The originally soft and pink ligaments of the turtle tongue whip had completely changed their appearance, as if they had been roasted or made into leather.
It has been soaked in potion and turned into something like real leather.
When he held it in his hand, Bedivere also found that the whip was much stiffer and heavier, and its feel had completely changed - not to mention the black metal handle that the old man had replaced on his own initiative.
The werewolf youth cried sadly: "What on earth did you do to my turtle tongue whip? Is this really my whip?!"
"That's long-winded! Don't ask questions, just give it a try!" the old man threatened, waving his hammer.
Bedivere had no choice but to take a few steps back and waved his whip to test the knife.
Whoosh! The black whip swept across, making a steady and thick sound.
The initial feeling was [heavy]. The whip was much heavier than before, as if it had been filled with iron slurry. Most people without strong arm strength would not be able to swing this whip, but Bediwell, who uses a metal prosthetic to swing the whip, has no such limitation;
Snap! The black whip hit the ground hard, making a deep gash in the sandstone floor.
The feeling that followed was [harsh]. After the whip was enchanted, it became unusually "sharp". At first glance, it looked like a blunt blow, but in fact it was a knife cut------when the whip body came into contact with an object.
When hitting the surface, the impact will cause countless invisible, saw blade-like photon blades to appear on the surface of the rough whip, cutting the object into pieces!
Scratch, scratch, scratch! The werewolf uses the electricity in his arms to drive the whip, causing the turtle-tongued black whip to make countless incredible movements in mid-air, twisting like a tentacle.
The final feeling is [light]. Yes, it is [light]! Compared with the previous turtle tongue whip, this improved black whip has better conductivity and is more flexible to operate. Although it looks a lot harder,
It is also a lot heavier, but these changes do not affect the movement of the electrically operated turtle tongue whip at all. Instead, it becomes easier to maneuver because of its rigidity. This is really an intriguing and strange thing!
"Okay," Bediwell finally understood what was going on: "Did you really pour the molten iron in?!"
"It's not molten iron, it's tungsten." Father Odin said proudly.
"Tungsten?!" The werewolf was stunned for half a second: "Is that... the hair-like thing used in ancient electric light cannons?"
"That's it." The blacksmith sneered: "Tungsten is a metal with very good conductivity, heat resistance and ductility. Mix it into a whip and make it completely integrate into the Nile Swamp Giant Turtle.
In the tongue fibers, it will eventually look like this. In order to increase the strength of the whip without affecting its softness and operability, this is the only modification method."
"But, as for tungsten... I always think it is easy to break?" The image of the light bulb breaking the tungsten filament kept replaying in Bediwell's mind: "Is there really no problem in using it as a weapon?"
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That was of course just Bediwell's wishful thinking. Solar couldn't help but murmur in his mind that this was not the case. The tungsten wires on the light bulbs are easy to break because they are made thinner than a hair and will continue to break when exposed to electricity and heat for a long time.
It evaporates and eventually becomes too thin and fragile. The turtle tongue whip mixed with tungsten is tens of thousands of times thicker than the tungsten filament in the light bulb, and there is no problem of being powered on for a long time and generating heat, so it cannot be broken so easily.
"They have all been enchanted." The answer given by the old man was completely different from the magic swordsman's idea: "After enchanting, its strength and toughness will be greatly increased, and the problem of tungsten metal being easy to break is no longer a consideration."
"Really? Okay." The werewolf was stunned for a while, and actually agreed: "In short, as long as it can collide with the lightsaber without breaking, it is considered qualified."
"Qualified? Hehehehe---" the old man sneered proudly, "How could the weapon I made only be [passed]? Look, this weapon must still have room for evolution! What will you find in the future?
Rare materials, remember to come to me, I will definitely be able to use them to continue strengthening this whip!"
"Well, let's talk about it later." Bedivere was quite afraid of this powerful old man.
"Then, I'll leave the rest of the weapons to you, Dad." Solar also handed his two scimitars to Odin's father: "It seems that enchanting doesn't require a lot of insect pulp, you can borrow some.
Can you use insect pulp, my friend?"
"Yes, just keep one bucket." The werewolf got a new toy and was playing with the black whip happily. Absent-minded, he was extra generous: "No. Just keep two buckets as spares. Just put them with dad."
You are here. Please feel free to use it when crafting weapons."
"Oh, you are obviously a poor man, but you are pretending to be rich? Then I will accept it without mercy." There was a thorn in the father's words, which made Bedivere feel aggrieved.
He took Solar's two scimitars and Bedivere's dagger, and asked: "Where is the remaining worm pulp? What are you going to do with it?"
"Of course it's shipped to the black market and sold?" Bedivere asked without thinking.
"What a waste." The old man waved his hand disdainfully: "How much can you sell a barrel of insect jelly? Ten thousand yuan? Twenty thousand yuan? Those businessmen are veterans of the business world. No matter how good you are at bidding, they will never be able to sell you."
You can keep the price down with your words, but you will always suffer in the end. After all, what you sell is just a [semi-finished product]. In fact, with this batch of good insect jelly in hand, you can buy any iron sword with any enchantment
Twenty to thirty thousand, and the materials you consume are so little."
The werewolf's ears twitched, and he vaguely sensed that this was a good idea to make a fortune: "So... what do you have to propose, dad?"
"My suggestion is to call your weapon-making kid. He will make the weapons. I will enchant them with insect pulp. This will become a batch of very good quality arms. Take this batch of arms to the black market.
If you sell it at auction, you will make a lot of money."
"Uh, dad, why don't you make the weapons yourself?" Bedivere was confused: "If you do..."
"It's too troublesome!" the old man shouted: "Enchanting is easy, but making a weapon from scratch is another matter!"
"Well......"
"Dad's principle is to only use dragon bones to make weapons," Solal translated for Bedivere: "Every weapon he makes will have a sky-high price, and no one will dare to buy it."
He asked Father Odin again: "Children? Why do you know, father, that the person who made these weapons is a child?"
"Of course I know. Although his idea of making weapons is novel and his workmanship is unique, he is too naive after all. Inlaying gems on the blade to increase its resistance to electricity? Haha------" Old Man Odin said mercilessly
Critic: "Although this gorgeous weapon can be well received in the market as a work of art, the holes dug to increase the gem inlay slot will make the hilt easier to break - in other words,
It’s just that it’s not useful. Only a kid would come up with such a bad idea, and the kid who came up with such a bad idea probably doesn’t have a very mature mind!”
"I understand." Bediwell became more and more depressed as he listened: "I will tell Segled exactly what you said."
"Yes. I'm never afraid of making grudges with others." Odin's father raised his eyebrows and said in a very high-profile manner: "So the boy is called Segled? How old is he? Ten years old?"
"Huh... eighteen years old. About." Bediwell suppressed his smile with all his strength: "I'm sorry, it took him eight more years to catch up to the level of weapon making that a ten-year-old child of your dragon hunter clan can achieve.
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"Hmph, that's fine." Dad waved the hammer, "In short, call him. This naive boy needs to be matured slowly. If nothing is done and he grows up, this good embryo will be gone."
It's all wasted."
Bediwell could only understand half of what the old man said. But Odin said a lot, but he just wanted to see Segrede. Should Segrede be allowed to see this crazy old man?
What? Bedivere still had doubts.
Seeing the werewolf's hesitation, Dad picked up Bedivere's lizard-tooth dagger, quickly removed the gold crystal gem, poured some insect slurry from the water bottle, and wiped it on the blade a few times.
After finishing it, he pretended to hit the sword blade with a hammer a few times: "That's done. How much money can you make by selling this on the black market?"
"That's just a simple processing..." Bedivere complained while hiding behind Solar.
"Just take it and sell it!" Dad roared: "If you are satisfied with its selling price, we will discuss cooperation. I am an honest businessman and will not cheat you for just a few dozen buckets of worm pulp.
Woolen cloth!"
"Okay... okay." Bedivere didn't think that Father Odin would be that kind of profiteer. Although the old man had a bad temper, he was quite fair in doing business. The werewolf asked the magic swordsman for help.
: "Take care of the goods for me. I'll be back as soon as I go."
"There's no need to be too hasty, I'm very busy here too!" Dad had already walked into the house holding Solar's double scimitars and started tapping them.