Chapter 171 Treatment

Blue has been a senior blacksmith for ten years and believes that he has seen countless blacksmiths.

The other person's body shape doesn't look like that of a blacksmith at all. It seems that with his arms so thin, he would have difficulty lifting the large forging hammer.

But he couldn't say anything, after all, he was brought by the archbishop of the diocese.

The doubt on his face flashed away, and he responded cheerfully: "Okay."

Taking out the key, he took out a roll of blueprints from the cabinet next to him.

"Thank you," Crown took the design and bowed slightly.

He read the blueprints very quickly and memorized the weapon forging process in just over ten minutes.

The fourth-level forging skill brought a hidden bonus, giving him an extraordinary understanding of the blueprint.

This is a blueprint for a one-handed sword. It has an ordinary style, but its main feature is the special material and the special magic array fused inside.

A synthetic metal called electrum is used, which is an extremely hard material that requires tremendous force to forge.

However, the material of the magic circle is not resistant to forging, and it must be forged a very short number of times before it can be properly made.

"I have learned all about weapon forging. I can begin once I have tested my own strength."

Crown's tone was calm and confident.

Bruce curled his lips slightly. He studied it for a long time before he felt he had fully understood the forging techniques mentioned in the drawings.

Even so, he broke several swords when he first started forging, and they had to be re-forged.

Although the materials of the weapons were not damaged much, a lot of the materials of the magic array were destroyed.

The forging of this kind of weapon requires the blacksmith to have great control over his strength, and he must use enough and appropriate force.

"I just finished forging a finished product. You can use the tools as you like."

Blue put away his finished product and gently put down his forging hammer.

Crown walked to the anvil and casually raised the forging hammer.

This is a large black forging hammer with a shiny silver-white hammer face. The end of the wooden handle is badly worn, revealing a smooth texture from long-term friction.

He exerted a little force and threw the forging hammer into the air.

The sledgehammer turned several 360-degree circles and then fell down, and he caught it steadily in his hand.

He felt that the weight of the forging hammer was not too heavy.

Blue's eyes narrowed slightly and he touched his nose subconsciously.

He forgot that he had not taken off his gloves, and his red nose turned black.

Crown raised the forging hammer, familiarizing himself with its current power.

With the addition of the Golden Light Spell, his strength increased again, and because of the heavy strike effect, he needed to figure out under what circumstances the force would not trigger the heavy strike effect.

Otherwise, it is very likely that too much force will be used and the weapon will fail to be forged.

He controlled his power output and swung the hammer quickly at the anvil.

At first, he used 50% of his strength, and then he kept increasing his strength. Listening to the powerful knocking sound, the suspicion in Blue's eyes disappeared.

An expert can tell the difference. He can tell from the other person's extreme strength and precise muscle control.

Without tens of thousands of training sessions, it is impossible to achieve such strong muscle memory.

"What's the mess?"

There was a look of doubt in Bruce's eyes. Judging from the sound, the opponent's strength had exceeded his best level and could maintain the output for a long time.

However, there is an uneven application of force. Although the force is sometimes greater, it is probably too much and beyond control.

Clown finally figured out the pattern of the heavy-hitting special effects brought by the Golden Light Spell. It would only appear when the power reached 90%.

At this point, he was also fully adapted to his own strength.

"It's time to start."

He officially started forging.

The forging process of this weapon is material selection, firing, casting, forging, folding processing, melting magic array, heat treatment and fine processing.

He only needs to do the forging, folding, and casting of magic arrays, and the rest of the steps will be left to other low-level blacksmiths or apprentices.

Taking out the cast electrum material, he immediately began forging, casting three weapons at the same time.

At this time, he used 90% of his strength, and the first two processes did not require precise control of power output.

Great strength brings about miracles, and the greater the strength, the faster things can be accomplished.

The metal material becomes what he wants it to be according to his wishes.

His movements were skillful and rhythmic, and the dull sound of forging sounded like heavenly music to Bruce's ears.

It takes others hundreds of forging strokes to achieve the effect, but he only needs a hundred or so strokes to accomplish it.

When the material wasn’t hot enough, he would put it back in the furnace to heat it up and switch to another one.

The forging and folding process is completed in two hours.

He then began to melt the magic circle into the weapon, maintaining 80% of its strength and precisely controlling the output of power.

Half an hour later, all three weapons were forged.

Klauen did not slack off and gave his all. He even had the leisure to engrave his own symbol on the throat of the sword.

I originally wanted to engrave the words "Products from Crowne must be top quality" on it, but after thinking about it, I decided not to.

Keep a low profile and give face to other senior blacksmiths in the church.

"Archbishop, please look! In two and a half hours, three weapons have been forged."

Is he still a human being after forging for such a long time without stopping? Bruce's expression was dull at this moment. Putting aside the quality of the weapon, he felt ashamed of himself for not being able to match such high-intensity and sustained output.

He could hardly hold on for half an hour.

What's more, he could see that the weapon should have been forged successfully.

The graceful flame cloud pattern on the sword made him want to touch it.

The molten magic circle is completely embedded in the sword body, with clear patterns, symmetrical structure, and bright lines of consistent thickness.

Flanders did not leave during the whole process. Although he was not a blacksmith, he could hear the sense of power and control from the sound of forging.

"Take a short break, and wait until it cools down, then I'll try the effect."

. . . .

Half an hour later, Flanders picked up the forged weapon and activated the holy power of fire.

The flame cloud patterns on the sword blossomed, bright red flames burned, and the scorching temperature spread around.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

This weapon can increase the fire elemental damage caused by the priest's holy power or the warrior's life source, and can cause greater damage to the evil creatures in the Lingxu that are more like spirits.

After experimenting with the three weapons, he picked up the weapon forged by Blue and mobilized his holy power to compare the difference between the two.

What surprised him was that when Blue's weapon activated the holy power, the response of the magic circle was not as smooth as the experimental weapon just now. There was a slight sense of blockage, which gradually subsided when the magic circle was fully activated.

"Try it yourself and activate the source of life," Flanders threw his weapon.

Klauen caught the one-handed sword he had forged and used his fire breath.

After injecting the source of life into the weapon, he felt the magic circle being activated without any delay. The light of fire illuminated the sword, and then he casually played with the cross sword a few times.

The combination of fire breath and cross sword is, of course, the flaming cross.

An indescribable look flashed across his face. He seldom used this skill, but he had unknowingly reached the pinnacle of the second level.

Perhaps due to the influence of Fire Breath, it could never become a third-tier skill.

"No problem, the array activated smoothly," Crown replied.

He then experimented with the remaining two and Blue's weapons.

With the comparison, he became more confident in his craftsmanship. This was a sure thing! Flanders looked at him like a kind old grandfather: "Do you have a deeper understanding of sword forging?"

Even if such a young person has extremely high talent, he cannot be a forging expert without the accumulation of time, right? ! "He has a deeper attainment in more than just sword forging."

Klauen continued calmly, "I think all forging items can be difficult for me. At least my attainments in forging armor have been proven."

Flanders' eyes lit up with smiles. For some reason, he now believed what the other person said.

He turned to Blue and said:

"You and Andrea discuss how to produce enough equipment by sending you an additional senior blacksmith tomorrow."

"As you command, Archbishop!"

Blue is a devout believer of the Lord of Fire, and he possesses first-level extraordinary strength.

Inwardly, he welcomed the prospect of a Level II Super-Transcendent who had stronger forging skills than himself.

After spending more time together, he would be able to exchange forging techniques with the other party or ask for advice on breathing exercises.

More friends mean more paths, not to mention being able to make a friend who is better than you.

Blue enthusiastically took out his cigar: "Hey, man, want one?!"

When men make friends, it is always easier to get along with people who smoke and drink.

Unable to refuse the kind offer, Crown took the cigar and put it under his nose to smell it.

It actually has a minty, cool smell and is non-toxic.

Seeing him take the cigar, Blue took out a small stick of wood from somewhere and lit it in the furnace.

He protected one side with his hand and enthusiastically helped light the cigarette.

"Thank you," Crown lowered his head slightly and covered the wooden stick with his hand to light the cigar.

"Hey, this is special tobacco. When working in this place, besides drinking more water, only this brand of cigar can relieve the discomfort."

After Blue explained, he turned around and said, "Archbishop, would you like one?"

Flanders waved his hand: "You go ahead and do your work, we both still have to go upstairs."

. . . .

On the steam elevator, Crown took a deep puff of the cigar, and the smoke wrapped around his face. This thing really had a different flavor when smoked.

He judged from his sense of taste and smell that, unlike the "propaganda" in his previous life that "smoking is harmful to health", smoking in small amounts really has benefits, especially in humid and hot environments.

With his current physical condition, he has a great resistance to this kind of environment, but he will not refuse if he can live more comfortably.

"Archbishop, what do you think about the fire potion?"

Crown felt that he was qualified to discuss the issue of treatment with the other party.

"The standard for ordinary flame warriors is four firepower potions per month. Since your ability is rated as excellent, I will give you two more. Add to that the subsidy from the senior blacksmith, and you will be able to receive twelve potions per month."

Flanders quickly gave his answer and explained, "We can only give you this much at the moment. After the gray fog, transportation became much more difficult. Some materials for the firepower potion must be purchased from outside, which invisibly increases the difficulty of manufacturing the potion."

This is not enough, Crown thought. There are only twelve, and it is not even enough to use one a day.

Medicine is poisonous to some extent, but his physical condition is much better than that of a normal fire warrior. In theory, he can use firepower potions every day.

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