It was already dark, and Dolai had forgotten to bring a candle, so he could only practice the basic boxing stance for a while, then practice basic boxing and basic hammer techniques, and then go to sleep.

After Dole fell asleep, Oddo quickly got up from the ground. He slowly came to Dole, and a burst of colorful light flew towards Dole's forehead and quickly disappeared. Dole slept even more soundly.

The dog Otto stretched lazily, then rushed out the door and quickly disappeared into the slums. Its speed became faster and faster, and its movements became more and more secretive. If you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see its shadow at all.

Dog Oddo soon came to the depths of the mine and sat on a mountain peak. The enormous power penetrated into the mountain and extracted the magic power from the mountain.

As his strength increased, he no longer cared much about the creatures around him. There was almost no danger in this place. On the contrary, there were no birds or beasts in the place he often went to, and no creature dared to approach.

The mountains were so quiet, not even the sound of insects, only the rustling of leaves in the wind as it blew through the peaks.

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When Dolai woke up in the morning, he opened his eyes and felt his mind was sharp and his whole body was full of strength. He touched his skin, which was rough and tough, and the muscles under the skin bulged, which was strength. The training of the skin and flesh was basically completed, and he was very close to the intermediate warrior apprentice.

He was only twelve years old and in no hurry, but he felt a sense of urgency in his heart, which came from his surroundings and from Oddo.

Dolai heaved a sigh of relief when he went out carefully and came to the blacksmith shop carefully. As long as he came to the blacksmith shop, everything would be easy. No matter how unruly Otto was, he would not dare to do so in the blacksmith shop. After all, he was just a small figure. The blacksmith shop had complicated relationships and anyone could deal with him to death.

As usual, I packed up the tools and lit the stove. When I was done, breakfast was just ready and Verek came. After breakfast, he started working early.

There was nothing busy in the blacksmith shop these days, and Virak was idle from morning to night. Dolai had more time to make various farm tools, hoes, sickles, kitchen knives, and small hammers. He honed his skills and became proficient. He could use the No. 2 hammer very well, but he was still not strong enough to pick up the No. 3 hammer, which was the symbol of a first-class blacksmith.

Duolai's rapid progress had attracted everyone's attention, and even the other apprentices and the first-level blacksmith were very surprised.

After finishing his meal, Virek patted his stomach and sat on his work to rest. He looked at Dolai busying around and said with a chuckle, "You can also forge more now. The most you have ever forged is eight times. Have you ever thought about forging nine times?"

Duolai lit the fire and laughed, "Of course I thought so. After nine forgings, I can make a sword."

Being able to forge weapons means that one has the strength of a first-class blacksmith. As long as he passes the blacksmith certificate exam, he can officially start working. He has thought about this for a long time.

Virak leaned forward slightly and said in a slightly aggressive tone, "Would you like to try it? I can use my share of the raw ore?"

Before he became a first-level blacksmith, he could only use scraps, but scraps were very limited. They were hard and tough, so they could be used to make farm tools and other tools, but not weapons. Virek had a daily practice quota, so if he didn't practice, he could give it to Dolai.

Hearing this, Dolai became restless.

Recently, his strength has greatly increased and he can lift a No. 3 hammer, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Let's try?"

Virak chuckled and said, "Then go get it. Let's have a rapier fight. It will be easier this way."

It was still early in the morning after finishing breakfast and there was nothing to do, so Virak was trying to entertain himself. Someone with a strong learning ability like Dolai would become a first-level blacksmith sooner or later, so he might as well give it a try.

When they heard that Dolai was going to practice sword fighting, the blacksmiths and apprentices who had nothing to do nearby all gathered around.

Santis lay outside Virak and said in a teasing tone, "Virik, are you trying to be lazy? Dolai is only twelve years old and has only been here for two months."

Morey nodded beside him and said in a muffled voice, "Yes, it took me more than half a year to master the trick of level one."

Santis said, "This guy must want to see Dole make a fool of himself."

There were immediate echoes from all around.

Virak chuckled and said, "I have nothing to do this morning, so why not give it a try? Dolai has already reached the eighth forging stage, and he is still using waste materials. If he uses raw ore, he should be able to reach the ninth forging stage if he is careful."

Mo Lei's eyes suddenly widened. "What do you mean eight times forged? Is that possible?"

Several first-class blacksmiths were also shocked at this time. They calculated that Dolai had only been here for more than a month and a half. Even if he had worked in a mine before and had some strength, this speed was still somewhat amazing.

Virak smiled mysteriously and said, "This guy has great talent. You underestimated him."

At this time, Dole had already taken out the raw ore from the back with a bucket.

The iron ore has been ground into iron sand. The purple-red iron sand looks like rapeseed grains, one by one.

Dolai did not expect that there were so many people surrounding outside. He did not think much about it. He weighed the ore he needed and poured it into the crucible little by little. He then quickly ran to the bellows to prepare for heating.

At this time, the little worker next to him came over quickly, snatched Dorae's bellows, and said with a smile, "I'll do it, I'll do it."

Seeing him like this, Dolai realized that these people were just there to watch the fun.

Everyone is free today.

Dolai nodded and said, "Thank you very much, Ganmo."

Ganmo is a little older than him, but not a few months earlier. He is still a little thin and not as strong as Duolai.

Dole took off his clothes, revealing his muscular body. He reached out and weighed hammer number two, which felt a little light. He then picked up hammer number three and held it in his hand. It felt heavy.

I'll use him today.

He weighed it and put it down again, then quickly went to make the mold. He was already very familiar with these things, and quickly and carefully made the mold of the sword and put it aside.

The blacksmiths around didn't talk much either. They were usually rather dull and didn't like to talk. They seldom chatted during breaks. To use the words of the slums, they were so quiet that you couldn't even fart even if you hit them with three sticks.

Gan Mo pulled the bellows high, and soon the fire made the crucible red. The iron sand inside began to melt slowly, turning into a pile of red high-temperature liquid, and even Duolai's face turned red.

When the color inside turned red and white, Dole picked up the tongs, lifted up the entire crucible, quickly ran to the mold, and poured the liquid into it.

A burst of pungent smoke dissipated, and all the liquid in the crucible flowed into the mold.

Dolai packed up the crucible and put it aside. After waiting for a moment, he knocked open the mold, revealing the slightly cooled black sword body inside.

This is the newly formed mold. The sword body needs to be folded and forged repeatedly nine times to make a first-level sword. Now is just the beginning.

Dole held the pliers in one hand, placed the sword mold on the felt, and picked up the No. 3 hammer with the other hand. He adjusted his posture, and started hammering it one by one using the basic hammering method.

After one hit from the hammer, a small dent was formed on the mold. Dolai looked at the depth and knew how much force he should use, then he slowly began to hammer.

Time passed slowly. The first, second, third, and even fourth forgings were not difficult, and soon it was the fifth forging.

By the fifth forging, the material had become hard and was slowly beginning to become tough. This was the time that tested the blacksmith's endurance. Dolai hammered down with sweat and the hammer, his strength not decreasing at all, and even his speed did not change.