Chapter 318: Changes
A bottle of dragon blood fell.
Hula——
The dragon bones were watered with fire dragon blood, and then they caught fire. The dragon bone sword transformed into a new weapon - the Dragon Flame Bone Blood Sword.
The sword was orange-red all over, the flames were visible to the naked eye, and its terrifying high temperature was second only to the Dragon Flame Steel Sword.
At the same time, affected by some mysterious power of the fire dragon's blood, the sword body also became heavy, and every enemy hit by it would be hit hard and be greatly repelled.
Pouring fire dragon blood onto the dragon bone sword to turn it into a dragon flame bone blood sword is actually quite luxurious.
The production of dragon blood is extremely low.
I don’t know if it was because of anemia or something, but Smaug was such a big dragon, and the blood he collected was barely enough for Levi to use himself.
Obviously, so many materials such as dragon scales, dragon meat, and dragon bones have been dropped, but there is only so much blood.
Or rather - those are the bloods that contain some kind of magic that can be used to forge Dragon Flame Steel.
In fact, even the attributeless dragon blood that can be used to forge ordinary dragon steel has not been collected much, which highlights its rarity.
The Dragon Flame Bone Blood Sword is actually not very cost-effective. Although it looks cool and is called a "legendary weapon", its basic damage is actually only 9.5 points, which means it only has the special effects of flame addition and knockback.
As for Levi's purpose in making this thing.
"I'm afraid I can't use this sword very well, uncle."
Bain swung Levi's Dragon Flame Steel Sword twice with some effort, and finally said these words.
A sword that is almost as long as an adult is indeed not something that everyone can wield with ease.
so…
"Then take this, Bain."
Levi took back his Dragon Flame Steel Sword, took out the Dragon Flame Bone and Blood Sword and handed it to Bain.
Bain opened his eyes wide and took this magical weapon made from dragon bones and tempered with fire dragon blood.
As soon as he got the hang of it, he couldn't help but show off a few times, swinging out a flaming sword flower.
Looking at the still strong old man in front of him, Levi nodded, feeling a little regretful.
"I really should have made this earlier. Bud might like it."
Bain's heart trembled, and just as he was about to say something to comfort him, he saw that Levi's eyes were full of nostalgia and some other complex emotions.
But it is not like before, almost filled with sadness and a kind of loneliness.
At this moment, Bain suddenly felt that this uncle was standing in front of him.
There is more color in him, and his existence becomes more real. The barrier between legend and reality, past and present is becoming thinner and thinner.
The uncle's own reflection in his pupils became clearer and clearer.
He began to look at the person in front of him.
"Yes, Dad will definitely like it."
Bain smiled, but at the same time he felt a little troubled.
"This weapon doesn't look very easy to place."
It is constantly burning with flames that can roast a person to death. You have to think carefully about where to put it, let alone carry it with you.
"I had expected this."
Levi pulled out a scabbard.
"We gathered the smartest blacksmiths in Roadside Castle and asked for help from the elves and dwarves to make it with dragon steel as the raw material."
"It can contain the flame of the sword. When it is inserted into the scabbard, the flame will shrink back. When it is pulled out again, the flame will flourish again."
call--
Bain took the scabbard and inserted the Dragon Flame Bone Blood Sword. Just as Levi said, the flame on it was suppressed. The scabbard was a little hot, but not hot enough to burn people.
Everything is just right.
"Your Father has entrusted you with his most precious possessions."
"And I, I give you this sword as a witness to all this."
Bain looked at Levi and bowed silently and solemnly.
Levi patted his shoulder affectionately with a smile and said nothing.
What a nice guy.
This Dragon Flame Bone and Blood Sword has a basic damage of 9.5 points and comes with a bunch of special effects, and is also fully enchanted as usual.
Whether from a symbolic or practical point of view, it can be said to be a very good sword.
As for the Dragon Steel Sword, which is stronger in terms of numerical value?
It depends on personal efforts.
After distributing the weapons, Levi turned back along the Sky Road and came to the town of Karl to personally deal with the follow-up matters of the Hall of Dain I.
This year has been a relatively noisy year.
With the approval of Levi, Lord of the North, the towns in the Anduin Valley continued to expand northward, rebuilding many abandoned villages and towns along the way, all the way to Flamsburg, rebuilding the ruins there into a solid city.
However, when people continued to explore northward and arrived at the former colony of the dwarves, they found that it had been severely damaged and the internal buildings were almost completely destroyed.
And not only that, there are also several wingless cold dragons and a lot of orcs lurking inside.
So the lord went out alone and returned with the corpses of three dragons.
After confirming that there were no other dragons in King Dain I's hall or even in the entire Grey Mountains, the engineering team set out from Flamsburg under the cover of the Ranger Company and headed to the hall to carry out construction, repairing the collapsed supporting columns and floors, and lighting the lights to facilitate the people behind to walk back and forth.
While the construction team was repairing the road, the dwarves also heard the news and came.
Thorin looked at the dilapidated hall in front of him, which could hardly be seen as a former colony, and many historical memories unique to the dwarves emerged in his mind.
He said with emotion: "This is where my ancestors lived. I have never been here."
"It's a good thing that there are no more dragons in the Grey Mountains now."
"There's another good thing."
Levi pointed at his feet and said, "When I killed those three dragons, I found that they hid a lot of treasures. I guess they were all mined by your ancestors."
"What do you think?"
"How do I see it?"
Thorin's eyes trembled, he stroked the broken door, and thought for a long time.
After a moment, he smiled with relief, shook his head, and said, "Those treasures no longer belong to us."
"My ancestors were at odds with the Éotheod because of their treasures, and my grandfather was at odds with the elves because of his greed..."
“But I’m not them.”
Thorin smiled.
Levi also smiled knowingly.
This time, the dwarf did not ask for treasure.
The King under the Mountain displayed a generosity and a forbearance of his own, qualities rare in a dwarf... and especially rare.
The dwarves and humans once again reached a cooperation, and Dain I's hall was rebuilt and became a place where both dwarves and humans could live.
That was the end of the affairs of Karl Town and the Gray Mountains.
The other side.
Unnoticed, Gondor's new Prime Minister, Denethor II, used the Stone of Anor to wage a battle of wills against Sauron, the enemy of all free peoples, and won.
But when he walked out of the tower where the Crystal of True Knowledge was stored, people found that the young prime minister suddenly looked a little old. It seemed as if seven or eight years had passed after only one night away.
Yes, he did win that battle, and he had been forcing Soran to gather intelligence everywhere since then.
But at the same time, the prime minister became more and more silent, and spoke much less.
He gradually began to care only about his own struggle with Sauron.
Even though this caused him to suffer great mental pressure all year round and also damaged his body.
But as long as he can maintain the victory, maintain his own advantage, and reduce the losses, he can remain strong until death comes.
But fate always likes to play jokes on people.
Denethor’s death did not come.
However, his wife passed away before him.
That year was 2988.
Finduilas always woke up in the middle of the night, sometimes looking at the cloudy sky of Mordor in the east, and sometimes looking at the wide river.
Perhaps because there is a trace of elven blood in her body, she misses the sea and her hometown. Whenever she sees the river and the sky, she feels infinite sorrow.
And because of the sensitivity to darkness and evil brought by this bloodline, Mordor, this huge evil place just opposite the White City, weighs on her heart like a mountain every day, making her breathless.
This kind of mental trauma is the most helpless.
It cannot be reversed, it cannot be stopped, and it cannot be cured.
Under the combined influence of fear and sorrow, Finduilas died in sorrow.
Only 38 years old.
Denethor stood for a long time in silence before his wife's grave.
He stood in front of the tomb all night, finally sighed deeply, and slowly left at dawn.
After that day, he seemed to have suddenly aged a few years.
And became more silent and severe.
(End of this chapter)
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