Then there was a loud noise, and the ice turned into countless fragments and shot out in all directions. Many of them turned into stars in the night. No one could dodge, and another burst of screams resounded through the eardrums. Karabo's skin was thick and fleshy, and it was completely invisible.

He woke up and thought in confusion: "I clearly felt that he used his own blood to activate the soul of the sword. Why did he do this and what is the reason? Isn't it possible that blacksmithing is becoming more and more related to mysticism?"

The sword in the furnace was dull and dull. Except for the slightly darker color, it looked no different from the finished product made of ordinary steel. Karabo only said that the sword was a complete failure, his face was ashen, he was so stunned that he could not say a word, and no one else dared

He spoke, for fear of offending the master. However, Shen Zhimo knew that the world's artifacts would always take the initiative to hide their own edge. The more ordinary it is on the outside, the more powerful it is hidden inside.

The long sword is in my hand. It is very heavy. I estimate it weighs fifty or sixty kilograms. It is not as good as Guan Erye's Qinglong Yanyue Sword, but it is comparable to Lu Zhishen's sixty-two kilograms Shuimo Zen Staff. The cold feeling starts from the edge of the palm.

It spread over the arm and reached the shoulder. At that time, the Wheel of Time in the Tower of Eternity could chill the entire lake to the bone. This sword must have inherited its characteristics.

"Success, Master Karabo, your skill is really impressive. This sword has come to life. If it can be enchanted and inlaid with magic gems, it will be even more flawless." Shen Zhimo waved his hand, and white light burst out, "Chi!

"With a soft sound, a ten-centimetre-thick anvil beside him split into two parts like tofu.

Karabo was so shocked that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear, and his beard was trembling: "Really successful? Could it be that it is the holy sword that exists in ancient classics?" An apprentice screamed hurriedly while holding a broken anvil for inspection.

Throwing it away, it turned out that the low temperature of the long sword was instantly transmitted to the anvil through breath contact, and in a hurry, both hands were frostbitten.

"Good thing, I feel it cheering for me, it's so precious."

There was deathly silence in the courtyard. Dozens of eager eyes stared at the sword in Shen Zhimo's hand without blinking. They admired, looked up, were surprised, moved, and were enthusiastic. All kinds of emotions were intertwined and spread. For the painter, a perfect picture.

A painting touches the soul and makes people worship it. For a blacksmith, the same goes for a work that comes out of the furnace.

Karabo couldn't calm down for a long time. He wanted to touch him but didn't dare. He said: "At the joint point between the blade and the hilt, I have reserved six gem-set holes to make it more powerful. But this is good.

The gemstone is difficult to find, and it would be a waste if it is set with ordinary gemstones. By the way, it hasn’t been named yet, do you have any good ideas?”

Shen Zhimo couldn't put it down, stroking the blade of the sword and said, "Whatever, what do you think?"

Karabo really hoped in his heart that he had the right to name this sword, because it was an honor for the master blacksmith. He thought about it seriously for a while and said: "The metal it is made of is rather mysterious. I don't even know the ingredients.

The weight is so heavy. Why not call it the Dark Iron Heavy Sword?"

Shen Zhimo shook his head: "It doesn't seem to reflect its characteristics enough."

Karabo thought again: "Well, there is only one sword in the world. It is unique. I have been practicing it for more than ninety hours since four days ago. It is called Dugu Nine Swords. What do you think?"

"It seems not powerful enough."

"This... I saw a golden snake swimming in the grass in the morning. How could there be a snake in the winter? This is obviously an omen. The holy light showed the birth of the holy sword in a vision. It is also called the Golden Snake Sword.

no problem?"

"Don't you feel too stupid?"

Karabo began to feel that his brain was not enough: "The blade has six holes, like six veins..." He suddenly fisted his fist and said, "Six-Mein Sword! Yes, that's it, it couldn't be more appropriate!

Haha, Mr. Saga, the Six Meridians Divine Sword!"

At this moment, Shen Zhimo felt cold sweat pouring from his back, fearing that he would associate the weather with the "Snowflake Divine Sword", the night with the "Flying Immortals from Beyond the Sky", the dinner with "fish intestines", or even Grandmaster Sanfeng's "Flying Immortals".

"Zhenwu Sword" is not impossible, so he hurriedly said: "No need, I have a good name."

"What?" Karabo asked hurriedly, much more anxious than he was, as if he was preparing to enter the bridegroom's bridal chamber. The other dwarves also stretched their necks. They had already recognized that this was an artifact. According to tradition, they would give new artifacts to new ones.

Choosing a name is definitely a great process. They can completely imagine how this history will be written in the "Metallurgical Theory Textbook" of later generations.

Shen Zhimo said calmly: "There are too many pigs and dogs in this world, so let's call it the Dog-Slaying Sword, which will kill all the pigs and dogs in the world." He thought to himself: "Even the regent will become like an animal under my hands."

"Dog-slaying sword?" Karabo felt like he was about to faint. How could anyone name an artifact like that? You could just call it "chopping wood", "picking teeth", "cutting vegetables", or a "screwdriver" for opening the cork of a wine bottle.

"never mind!

"That's the name, I like it very much." Shen Zhimo's tone left no room for doubt. In fact, this is the name.

The plain name, on the contrary, can show the sword owner's world-conquering ambition. He has been influenced by Chinese culture, so naturally he cannot appreciate it.

"Okay, the Dog-Slaying Sword is the Dog-Slaying Sword, although I have a feeling it will become a laughing stock..."

The dwarves who were left celebrating in the courtyard walked into the quiet inner room with the grandmaster and poured a glass of wine. Only then did Shen Zhimo realize that the pain in his chest was severe. Especially in the low temperature winter, just a small injury would be very painful.

It stimulated the nerves, but this was overwhelmed by the great joy of getting the dog-slaying sword. He simply bandaged it and said: "Although I would rather get the musket, this sword is also very good, beyond my expectation, Karabo

Master, you have created a myth with your own hands."

Karabo felt full of achievement and raised glasses with him. On the way, he talked about the many problems he encountered when forging swords, and then solved them one by one with his brilliant mind and unparalleled talent, once again proving that he was a leader in the blacksmith world.

An unshakable position.

"I want you to carve a rune on the blade. Metal is very hard, right? Is there any way?"

"Of course, blacksmiths have their own methods. They apply wax around the blade, carve out the rune pattern and form grooves, and then pour strong acid into it to corrode it. After the effect is achieved, the wax is scraped off, and the pattern will appear naturally.

This is called etching. But this sword is not necessarily that easy. With the current level of strong acid corrosion, it will not be possible for ten or eight years. In my opinion, it is better to engrave on the hilt, where a small amount of thorium and crystal gold are used.

Crystal gold's resistance to strong acid is not very high. If the dose is increased, I will prepare a strong acid specifically for crystal gold. Three days should be enough. Alas, I feel like I am about to become an alchemist."

Shen Zhimo smiled and said: "There are different roads in the world, but the end point is the same. Music and painting have something in common, and blacksmithing and alchemy also have the same destination. Congratulations, master. I believe that as long as time passes, you will definitely become the worship of the alchemists."

Object."

The flattery made Karabo feel comfortable and said: "Actually, alchemy is not that simple. It has a long way to go. Well, let's not talk about it for now. What runes are you going to etch? On the ice runes,

Freeze the enemy into ice the moment it pierces the body, or add a violent effect so that every swing brings endless power, or add the blessing of light to purify your soul anytime and anywhere?"

In Shen Zhimo's opinion, these things were just crooked ways, so he rejected his kindness and said, "I just need to write a few words to inspire my determination, it's that simple."

"What word? Courage, faith, spirit, or the holy light will always be in my heart? Or the nickname of your wife or lover? The vows you made when we fell in love?"

Shen Zhimo secretly thought that this damn old blacksmith's ability to associate was so rich that he had to admire it. He called a dwarf and gave him some instructions. After receiving the order, the dwarf immediately went out and took a car to the Diamond Rose Castle at the end of Chunshui Street.

They brought home-made brushes and ink. They acted quickly and the two of them drank a few glasses of wine.

He took a piece of white paper and wrote the five Chinese characters "Barbarians are all my slaves" under the astonished gaze of the dwarf master. The ink was dripping with dripping iron hooks and silver strokes. It was strong and powerful, with dragons flying and phoenixes dancing. It was written in one go. After he was a martial artist in the martial arts world, he had a deep understanding of it.

The murderous aura makes people feel cold at first glance.

Karabo didn't know what it meant. He knew that he was the deputy director of the Ministry of Magic Research Institute. Maybe there was a forbidden spell hidden in it. He didn't dare to ask more and said, "Just etching it according to this pattern?"

"That's right, I'll pick it up in three days. In addition, help me prepare the scabbard and the musket. When will you start work?" This is what Shen Zhimo is most concerned about.

"Firegun? I have made several Mithril samples, but they are still not perfect enough. The craftsmanship of the musket is more complicated than that of ordinary weapons. I still need to think carefully about how to maximize its power."

"Can you give me some mithril samples to play with?"

Karabo immediately found a long-barreled musket and threw it to him: "For this, I have to study the knowledge of the movement of objects. I'm afraid I will become a physicist in a few days. The barrel is engraved with rifling, and the accuracy is

It is more than one level higher than the matchlock gun. The rifling inside it can give the fired ammunition a rotational force. Both the range and power are much greater. Within a hundred meters, it can hit with 100% accuracy and can still penetrate heavy armor. The only thing

The disadvantages are that the reloading speed is a bit slow, and the production process is complicated. It is difficult for ordinary blacksmiths to imitate, and the army cannot equip it in large quantities. Besides, they don’t like to use muskets, thinking they are just a junk for hunters."

Shen Zhimo leveled the mithril rifled gun and took aim: "Great, that dog-slaying sword looks like garbage compared to it. It can be used as a fire stick." As he spoke, he loaded a bullet with a copper slug. Kara
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