The crucible that emitted a dazzling white light was tongs out: Spider poured the direnchymal ridge liquid filled with cold air into the crucible, and the light in the crucible gradually restrained.

The crucible was smashed with one hammer, and a ball of dark golden metal fell accurately on the anvil.

"Open the constant temperature array of the anvil!" Speed ​​shouted.

The apprentice on the side was already ready: the golden pattern of the anvil was suddenly filled with brilliance and emitted a hot red light!

"Even, pick up the largest hammer on the right, and you'll have to work hard next!" Spiet hit the anvil with his pliers, and a ray of light flowed from time to time on the hot surface.

Alvin is already very skilled about smashing things with a hammer, raising the heavy purple-black hammer with one hand: "I'm ready!"

"Bang with your best strength! Start now!" Spider clamped the metal block tightly with special tongs for casting, and his snow-white beard kept swaying under the agitation of the hot wind.

Alvin had been waiting for Spider's orders, and when he heard this, he picked up the hammer and smashed it on the anvil with all his strength. Spider's pliers accurately collected them when the hammer fell.

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

Facing Alvin's heavy hammer, the dark gold metal block on the anvil did not change much: the hardness of the heavenly gold can be imagined!

Alvin raised the sledgehammer over his head again and smashed it down again with a thousand pounds!

...

After tempering again and again, even the hard heavenly gold could not resist the huge pressure that was constantly on the verge of pressure. With the combined force of Ivan and Spider, it slowly turned into the shape of a long sword.

Captain Murphy had already arrived at the blacksmith shop. Seeing Alvin tirelessly waving his sledgehammer, he quietly asked the apprentice on the side: "How long has he been persisting?"

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

Captain Murphy secretly smacked his tongue: relying so much on his own strength, have I trained a monster?!

Just as Captain Murphy was thinking about how much he would win if he duel with Alvin again, the "iron" finally stopped.

"Okay, Alvin, you can rest for a while!" Alvin, who was standing beside him, put the hammer on the ground when he heard this. He felt that his arms were no longer his!

...

Dip the stylus with white powder, Spiet carved a few symbols on the sword blank.

The apprentice on one side explained to Murphy and Alvin: "That is the so-called runes, which are used to enhance the performance of weapons. This time the teacher carved an ice-front 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. It can be said that the teacher is the most proud rune!"

Inscribed the runes on the sword, Speed ​​evenly spread a golden powder on the sword: the cold powder and the hot sword turned into golden liquid as soon as they came into contact with it, and were absorbed by the sword.

After pinching the sword, Speed ​​took closer and carefully observed, not caring about the high temperature radiating to his face, and picked up the drawings on the table and looked at it again - putting the sword on the anvil, Speed ​​took out an exquisite crystal hammer from the toolbox and jingled at the sword.

"It has been the final correction step, and it is also the greatest manifestation of testing a forge's ability!" The young apprentice looked at Spider, with envy in his eyes.

From the hilt of the sword to the tip of the sword, Speed ​​corrected the unreasonable parts one by one, clamped the long sword again and observed it carefully, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

A dark green quenching solution was already prepared next to it, and the sword was thrown directly into the solution. With a sneer, a choking smoke drifted in the air.

After a while, Spiet threw down the tongs in his hand, reached into the solution and took out the sword.

Wipe the sword clean with linen, and at this time, you can roughly see the appearance of the sword: the sword body is slender, with dark golden patterns all over the body, and a few white runes are carved with the abdomen of the sword, and a cold breath is emitted from the runes from time to time: everything is telling others, this is a good sword!

Speed ​​didn't give the sword directly to Alvin: the last process was missing.

A piece of leather made of leather removed from the belly of Narova's corpse was wrapped around the hilt: "I haven't made such a perfect sword in a long time!" Spider sighed. The final procedure was completed and Alvin had his first sword.

He took the sword from Speed ​​with a trembling trembling. Alvin's face was flushed with excitement: "Thanks to Master Speed! Thanks to Captain Murphy! Thanks... Well, what's your name?" Alvin was a little embarrassed. He had worked together for so long but still didn't know the name of the young apprentice.

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

Well, another familiar npc: Romel, a famous technician in Delaney. Apart from that, Alvin doesn't know much about it.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Romel!" Alvin nodded and thanked him.

Captain Murphy couldn't wait: "Try this sword first!"

Alvin couldn't wait and was about to go to the training ground to try it. Spider on the side signaled Romel to move out a dummy in the house: "Maybe you should let me, the old man, see the quality of his works."

Romel placed the dummy on the open space: "These dummies have been around for a long time, but they are all made by the teacher and the quality is guaranteed."

Alvin carried the sword and waved it a few times on the clearing ground: the center of gravity was neither too forward nor too backward, perfectly cooperating with Alvin's own strength. The shadow leopard skin wrapped in the hilt of the sword was soft and provided the necessary friction. Every time he waved it, it could bring out a crescent-like light - no one would want to be licked by it!

Alvin changed to holding the sword in both hands and quickly stabbed the dummy: the dummy wearing thick armor was easily pierced through, pulled out the long sword, Alvin exerted force on his legs, and a jump cut cut the dummy from head to toe into two parts!

Wiping the slightly trembling sword body with my hands, the sharpness still shines like snow!

Captain Murphy stared at the dummy who was divided into two halves on the ground: My dear Crystal Warhammer must not directly fight against that sword!

Alvin wiped the dust that did not exist on the sword body, but suddenly thought of something: "Master Spider, I also want to ask you to make a scabbard for me."

"Scarf?" Spie was a little confused. He had never heard of this thing.

Alvin recalled that it seemed that this thing had not appeared in the original Azeroth universe, but now Alvin hoped that Spie could make one for him: Alvin did not want to be injured by his weapon one day while carrying a sword.

After roughly describing it, Spey understood what Alvin said: "In fact, storage magic props can allow you to carry weapons at any time! But since you ask, I will make one for you!"

It took less time for Spider to make a matching scabbard: "I installed a flame crystal on the scabbard, which can automatically evaporate the moisture on your sword, and I hope you are satisfied!"

Alvin pushed the sword into the scabbard, and sure enough, the red gem on the scabbard began to emit a faint red light. Alvin could only thank Spy again and again!

"Every sword has its own name. Alvin, have you ever thought about giving it a name?" Captain Murphy asked, helping Alvin tie the sword sheath to his back.

After thinking for a while - "Just call it dawn!" Aiwen said softly in the distance.
Chapter completed!