Forged sword

The crucible that emitted a dazzling white light was pulled out: Spide poured the direwolf spinal fluid filled with gusts of cold air into the crucible, and the light in the crucible gradually dimmed.

A hammer smashed the crucible, and a ball of dark golden metal landed accurately on the anvil.

"Open the anvil's thermostatic circle!" Spade shouted.

The apprentices on the side were already ready: the golden pattern on the anvil suddenly glowed, emitting a fiery red light!

"Evan, pick up the biggest hammer on the right, and you have to work hard next!" Spide tapped the anvil with pliers, and a ray of light flowed on the hot surface from time to time.

As for hitting things with a hammer, Alvin is already very skilled. He raised the heavy purple-black sledgehammer with one hand: "I'm ready!"

"Strike as hard as you can! Start now!" Spide clamped the metal block tightly with special tongs used for casting, and his snow-white beard kept swaying under the agitation of the hot wind.

Ivan had been waiting for Spade's order for a long time. When he heard this, he picked up the sledgehammer and hit it on the anvil with all his strength. Spade's iron pliers accurately retracted the hammer when it fell.

A dull sound came from the anvil, like the roar of a wild beast.

Facing Aiwen's heavy hammer, the dark golden metal block on the anvil did not change much: one can imagine how hard the heavenly gold is!

Ivan raised the sledgehammer over his head again, and hit it again with a thousand-jin weight!

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After being tempered again and again, even the hard heavenly gold could not resist the huge pressure at that moment, and slowly transformed into the shape of a long sword under the combined efforts of Alvin and Spade.

Captain Murphy had already arrived at the blacksmith shop. Watching Ivan tirelessly wielding the sledgehammer, he quietly asked the apprentice on the side: "How long has he been holding on?"

The apprentice looked at the time: "There are already three Argus hours!"

Captain Murphy secretly sighed: I relied entirely on my own physical strength to persist for such a long time. Have I trained a monster? !

Just as Captain Murphy was thinking about his chances of winning if he dueled with Ivan again, the "blacksmithing" finally stopped.

"Okay Ivan, you can rest for a while!" Ivan on the side put the hammer on the ground after hearing this. He felt that both arms were no longer his!

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Using a stylus dipped in white powder, Spade carved several symbols on the sword blank.

The apprentice on the side explained to Murphy and Ivan: "It is the so-called rune, which is used to enhance the performance of the weapon. This time the teacher carved the ice edge rune, which can greatly improve the sharpness of the weapon. At the same time, It can also reduce the enemy's attack speed during combat, which can be said to be the most proud of the teacher!"

After engraving the runes on the sword, Spade evenly sprinkled a handful of golden powder on the sword: the cold powder turned into a golden liquid upon contact with the hot sword, and was immediately absorbed by the sword.

Picking up the long sword, Spade leaned closer to observe it carefully, not caring about the high temperature radiating to his face. He picked up the drawings on the table and looked at it again - putting the long sword on the anvil, Spide started from the tool again. He took out a delicate crystal hammer from the box and struck it against the long sword.

"This is the final step of correction, and it is also the greatest test of a blacksmith's ability!" The young apprentice looked at Spade, with envy in his eyes.

From the hilt to the tip of the sword, Spade corrected the unreasonable points one by one, picked up the sword again and observed it carefully, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

A dark green quenching solution had been prepared nearby, and the long sword was thrown directly into the solution. With a hiss, a choking smoke floated into the air.

After a moment, Spade dropped the pliers in his hand, directly reached into the solution and took out the sword.

Wipe the sword clean with linen cloth. At this time, you can roughly see the appearance of the sword: the sword is long and slender, with dark golden patterns all over the body. Several white runes are engraved on the belly of the sword, and a cold feeling is emitted from the runes from time to time. Breath: Everything tells others that this is a good sword!

Spade did not give the sword directly to Alvin: there was still a final step missing.

A piece of leather taken from the abdomen of Narova's corpse was wrapped around the hilt of the sword: "I haven't made such a perfect sword for a long time!" Spade sighed. The final procedure was completed and Alvin owned it. My first sword.

Taking the sword from Spade's hand with a slight trembling, Alvin's face flushed with excitement: "Thank you, Master Spade! Thank you, Captain Murphy! Thank you... Um, what is your name?" Alvin was a little bit Embarrassing, I still don't know the name of this young apprentice after working together for so long.

"My name is Romul!" Romul said with a smile.

Well, it's another familiar NPC: Romul, the famous Draenei technician. Apart from that, Ivan doesn't know much about it.

"Anyway, thank you very much, Mr. Romul!" Ivan still nodded and thanked him.

Captain Murphy couldn't wait any longer: "Let's try this sword first!"

Ivan couldn't wait and was about to go to the training ground to try it out. Spide on the side motioned Romul to move a dummy out of the house: "Maybe you should let me, an old man, take a look at the quality of your work."

Romul placed the dummies on the open space: "These dummies are already old, but they are all made by the teacher himself, and the quality is guaranteed."

Ivan held the long sword and waved it in the open space a few times: the center of gravity was neither too far forward nor too far back, perfectly matching Ivan's own strength. The shadow leopard skin wrapped on the hilt was soft and provided With the necessary friction, it can bring out a crescent-like light every time you wave it - no one wants to be licked by it!

Ivan changed to holding the sword with both hands, and quickly stabbed the dummy: the dummy wearing thick armor was easily stabbed through. He drew out the long sword, Ivan used his leg force, and struck the dummy from the head with a jumping chop. Cut it into two parts at the foot!

Wiping the slightly trembling sword body with his hand, the edge still shines like snow!

Captain Murphy stared at the dummy that was split in half on the ground: My dear crystal war hammer must not directly confront that sword!

Ivan wiped the non-existent dust on the sword body, but suddenly thought of something: "Master Spade, I would also like to trouble you to make a scabbard for me."

"Scabbard?" Spade was a little confused. He had never heard of this thing.

Ivan recalled it, and it seems that this thing did not appear in the original Azeroth universe, but now Ivan hopes that Spade can make one for him: Ivan does not want to be killed by his own sword one day while carrying it on his back. Wounded by weapons.

After roughly describing it, Spade understood what Alvin meant: "In fact, the storage magic prop allows you to carry a weapon at any time! But since you asked for it, I will make one for you!"

It didn't take much time for Spade to make a matching scabbard: "I installed a flame crystal on the scabbard. It can automatically evaporate the moisture on your sword. I hope you can satisfy!"

Ivan pushed the sword into the scabbard, and sure enough, the red gem on the scabbard began to glow faintly. Ivan could only thank Spade again and again!

"Every sword has its own name, Alvin, have you ever thought about what to name it?" Captain Murphy asked as he helped Alvin tie the scabbard to his back.

After thinking for a while - "Just call it Dawn!" Ivan said softly, looking into the distance.