Chapter 3: Forging Swords (3/5)

In the following days, apart from the daily work of blacksmith, he will be closed for the rest of the time, and his withdrawn personality cannot get along with his peers around him. Practice day after day.

Half a year later, the rough wooden sword had been replaced by an iron sword.

It was forged under the puzzled gaze of Uncle Lore in the blacksmith shop, spending months of his salary to buy pig iron, while enduring the scorn of the fat old man.

After all, in this age of magic, it would be foolish to exchange all the money on your body for an iron sword that is useless.

"drink!"

The pitch-black iron sword pierced towards the big tree ahead. Leaving one after another sword marks.

"drink!"

"Ding! Completed the [quest] and stabbed a thousand times! Gain 0.03% experience points!"

"Ding! [Dracula Mihawk] template, 3.6% unlocked! Current level: entry!"

After a thousand thrusts, Shiraishi's hand was completely unable to lift, and the muscle pain had made him unable to hold the epee in his hand, but he still relied on his inner will to force himself to slowly put it down.

call!

With that breath of relief, Shiraishi could barely feel his hands still there now, but he had a big smile on his face when he saw the experience.

Shiraishi's eyes flickered, "It's exactly what I expected."

Everything is worth it. If you replace the iron sword that is heavier than the wooden sword, the system tasks will be improved, but the experience gained will also increase.

Close your eyes Shiraishi and enter your own spiritual world.

In the darkness, the phantom appeared in my mind, the sword tip of the phantom trembled, the silver cold light danced, and the light radiated all over the body. It can explode with amazing power.

Hold the sword, stab out. It stabbed forward, and time seemed to pause, but the cold light on the tip of the sword still shone on the whole world, and no one could stop it.

"Is this a thorn..."

Shiraishi was completely immersed in the stunning stab of light that melted into the blade.

Feel the movement of the opponent's sword swing, take a deep breath, and let go of all your thoughts. Everything around you is gradually disappearing, but the heartbeat in the body becomes clearer and louder.

Shiraishi opened his eyes, his eyes were like two sword lights, so sharp that he couldn't look directly.

Entering the sword, Shiraishi's momentum continued to rise, and the surrounding aura became sharp, with a sharp edge like piercing gold and cracking stones.

"prick!"

Suddenly, as soon as Shiraishi stepped out, the blade stabbed out quickly, and a high-speed sword light pierced through the big tree that still hadn't fallen down a thousand times, leaving a deep tree hole with just one blow.

"I finally got a little insight."

The improvement of swordsmanship has made Shiraishi more confident in his heart, and his understanding and eyesight are several times higher than before. Anyone standing in front of him can clearly find the opponent's flaws.

For half a year, Shiraishi has been wielding the blade many times, living a boring life, and finally let the inheritance of Hawkeye slowly approach 10%.

Moreover, working in the blacksmith shop made Shiraishi's physical fitness increase to the extreme, and his one-handed strength exceeded 100 pounds from the beginning.

...

The snowflakes flying all over the sky, leisurely and automatically, so pure and flawless. As if the whole world was enveloped by this breath. Shiraishi watched as the few leaves fell reluctantly from the tree outside the blacksmith's window, and hung the white one.

Time is constantly passing, and after half a year, summer has passed and it is winter.

However, the work of the blacksmith shop did not stop because of the arrival of winter. Many people came to the blacksmith shop to build various agricultural tools for the spring sowing next year.

After Shiraishi was done with everything, he picked up the unsmelted pig iron in the blacksmith shop and threw it into the furnace. The furnace was ablaze with fire, as if it could burn everything to ashes.

Today, he will re-forge the iron sword in his hand. The original iron sword can no longer meet his requirements. He needs a heavier sword to complete higher-level tasks and gain more experience points. .

"Yo, the kid is here to do this again, don't you want your salary this month?"

The fat old man with a face full of flesh appeared in front of Shiraishi again and looked at him with mocking eyes. Sometimes Shiraishi had a little delusion that as long as he used things from the blacksmith shop, the fat old man would always appear as soon as possible. ,

"Boss, you can give me this slag."

For the sword, Shiraishi does not have much requirements for the time being, so I am afraid that there is no edge, as long as it has enough weight, it is enough.

"Even if it's scum, it's mine!"

After some disputes, Shiraishi finally bowed to the fat old man's tongue. There was no way, not only him, but also other blacksmiths would never be able to pull a chicken feather out of him.

"call!"

Shiraishi fixed his eyes on the melted pig iron, took out the iron sword he had been using for nearly three months from behind and threw it into the furnace.

Casting a good sword is different from forging a good block. Forging an iron block is to heat the pig iron red through a fierce fire in a furnace, soften it and then repeatedly forge it. To cast a sword, the iron block must be melted in a fierce fire into an iron slurry and injected into the prepared iron. In a good model, it solidifies into a shape, and then gradually becomes a sword blade after repeated beating, and finally quenches and opens the edge, and a sword becomes a sword.

After Shiraishi dropped the iron material, he crouched down and pulled the big bellows, the flame in the furnace rose instantly, and the broken iron blocks and iron sword melted into molten iron under the hot flame. It was red and shiny, like lava, emitting a terrifyingly high temperature, making Shiraishi soaked with sweat.

Shiraishi stared at the iron slurry in the mold, watching the iron slurry solidify little by little. When the time came, Shiraishi immediately took it out and placed it on the anvil. Hammer down hard.

The next step is forging, the heavy hammer is beating the sword embryo, sparks are flying, and the black impurities are slowly falling.

The fat old man watched and nodded secretly. Although he didn't want to admit it, the boy in front of him did have enough talent for sword casting.

This is the second time Shiraishi has cast a sword. Although he is still a bit rusty, his overall performance is better than the first time. In particular, his basic skills are very solid, and his mastery and application of power is unique. Lore couldn't compare to him, and the fat old man was a little surprised by such a situation.

Under repeated beatings, the sword embryo was formed, completely solidified and quenched.

The quenching uses snow water from melting ice and snow. It is necessary to grasp the exact timing and the angle of entering the water, and all of this requires sharp eyesight and a keen sense, as well as a wealth of experience.

As far as eyesight is concerned, Shiraishi's observation has been able to go down to the smallest detail. In terms of feeling, under Lore's teaching, Shiraishi is not bad. What he lacks is experience, the experience of forging again and again, which is what he needs. *