Although there are aesthetic reasons why the outline of the weapon looks like this, it is mostly related to the actual function.
There are many weapons in this world, but regardless of race or ethnicity, the most popular ones are usually swords.
There is a reason for this.
The first is the length of the striking portion of the weapon. In terms of pure strike capability, sword weapons cannot be compared with axes.
Regardless of cost or structure, an ax made of only a few metal materials and a pole made of wood is more suitable for the purpose of swinging than a sword-type weapon. Because all its weight is concentrated on the head - but this is not a good thing when used in combat. If the head is too heavy and the enemy dodges your blow, it is very likely that you will not be able to retract the weapon to block. .
Another important factor, which determines why tomahawks have never been as popular as swords, is the length of the blade.
Even the two-handed ax that the Danlasho people are proud of has a blade of only 24 or 5 centimeters at best, and a few can exceed 30 centimeters, but these are just isolated cases. It is very difficult for such a short and narrow strike part to accurately hit the enemy's body when swinging. Even among the Danlasso people, only a few people can control it like an arm. Moreover, the short and narrow blade cannot achieve effective cutting. It is not advisable to use the sharp edge to cause damage by pushing and pulling against the surface. It can only be slashed repeatedly.
Sword weapons with long blades have a natural advantage in this regard. Even a one-handed sword has a cutting length of more than 70 centimeters. There is no need to exert effort to slash at a large angle that is easy to block. Use a tricky and precise small angle to get close to the body and then push and pull to cut, which can cause terrible consequences.
——Therefore, it should be a sword first.
Next is the shape of the sword itself.
Swords that focus on thrusting usually have a more obvious narrowing towards the tip. As a result, the mass is further back, which brings the center of gravity closer to the wrist, allowing the sword tip to be aligned with a small amount of force for precise thrusts.
Swords that focus on cutting should be relatively gentle. Even if there is a narrowing design, it is only to a very small extent.
Adjusting the center of gravity to the front will make the cutting more powerful, so focus on the sword that cuts.
——Must have a wider blade.
The third factor that should be paid attention to is the length.
The knight's armed sword is indeed an excellent weapon, but it is only suitable for use with a shield. The cutting power of one-handed swing combined with the shorter length limits it from becoming a heavy weapon in all aspects.
And when the enemy you are facing has the ability to break the shield, this passive defensive effect is worrying, so it is better to simply do it.
——Abandon the shield and hold the sword with both hands.
The sound of "ding, dong, dong, dong, dong" sounded, and the water-driven mechanism and the sledgehammer rose and fell one after another, beating the hot steel into shape.
This is where the best blacksmiths on the entire east coast gather today. Because of the high-quality iron ore brought by meteorites, the Suomir people have had better armor and weapons than the imperial people since a long time ago.
The sparse population makes them more adept at using engineering technology to solve problems. Coupled with the technical cooperation of the nearby dwarfs, the Suomir people's ability to process metal technology is at least half a century ahead of the empire.
Think about it.
Only based on such conditions can it be possible to create such a weapon.
"Bah——!!"
The bright red metal strip was clamped and placed into the oil tank. Due to the size, the blacksmith had to make a new pottery jar to ensure that it could be accommodated.
Theoretically, this is the last step in making any metal weapon, quenching and hardening - but this is not the case this time. After oil quenching, the blacksmith took it out for inspection, and then put it aside to cool down. After it cooled down completely, it started again. Put it back in the stove.
The senior apprentice next to him carefully controlled the charcoal to cover the top, and took it out again after it reached the appropriate temperature. Then it is placed in a long iron pot. There is a small amount of charcoal at the bottom to control the temperature. There is a layer of grease inside the pot, and the sword blade is slowly cooled in it.
Imperial blacksmiths do not have this second step in crafting weapons, which the Suomir call tempering.
Weapons will harden after quenching, but steel that is too hard will be as brittle as stone, so the element of luck during quenching is extremely high. It is necessary to master the most suitable steel material and even the temperature of the quenching liquid to ensure that it is hard enough to prevent the blade from curling easily, but not so hard that it will break into pieces if you cut something.
Throughout the ages, the blacksmiths of the Empire have gone to great lengths to find a sword that is exactly at this balance point. Some obsessed people thought it was a problem with the quenching material. They even killed their wives and children and used the blood of their close relatives as the quenching liquid in an attempt to obtain a suitable sword through this special superstitious method.
As for this difficult problem to overcome, the Suomir people easily solved it by splitting it into two parts.
First, it is burned to a higher temperature, and then quenched and cooled quickly to increase the hardness. Then it is burned to a lower temperature, and then slowly cooled while maintaining a certain temperature to reduce the hardness.
In this way, they will greatly increase their fault tolerance rate. Controlling the temperature of the two treatments can greatly improve the stability of the product, making the swords and armors produced by Heinzwom Lake an excellent piece of equipment sought after by the high-ranking nobles of the Padrosi Empire.
The steps are carried out in an orderly manner. After the tempering is completed, the rough cutting part is taken over by another senior apprentice. After the wooden shaft is connected to the waterwheel, the turntable rough grinding stone starts to move. The sword blade with a high carbon content touches it and sparks fly. After being carefully polished, the master blacksmith himself finishes it.
As the process proceeds, the grindstone becomes finer and finer, and by the end of it all, the whole thing has been polished to a very high degree of polish - what the Suomir people call "Perry" processing, which means "mirror". As the name suggests, such fine polishing The metal surface almost reflects a person's face. This is a basic anti-rust treatment popular in Suomir. If there is dirt such as blood stains on the metal surface, it can be easily wiped off, and it will not easily remain on the surface to form rust.
Attach an enlarged straight guard and smash it into place with a wooden hammer. The tight-fitting guard is perfectly integrated with the sword blade. Then prepare the wooden handle wrapped with sheepskin and the weight ball. But instead of installing it, he first put the end of the lengthened sword stem back into the stove and heated it red, and then quickly assembled the two while wearing thick leather gloves. After installing the weight ball, he put the concave chisel on the sword while it was still hot. On the stem, beat the end into a mushroom shape and rivet the entire sword.
Half a month's time.
The hard work of four people in the workshop.
This is an excellent slashing weapon created based on Gedo's experience that slashing is more effective than stabbing when dealing with those monsters.
A handful.
A big sword one and a half meters long.
"..." When Haimirning held the newly-baked sword, he didn't know everything that would happen next.
This is just a type of weapon specifically made by combining the excellent production capabilities of local blacksmiths to deal with the monsters used by cultists.
Little did he know that a sword like this would one day become a symbol of Suomir.
Even at this time, this sword still did not have the reputation it would have in the future, and it did not have the iconic inverted V handguard. If anything, it's just an enlarged two-handed version of the armed sword commonly used by Imperial knights.
From a completely practical point of view, when it comes to cutting and cutting, swords are weaker than knives. A knife with a thickened and curved back can be better suited for this purpose. But people who believe in the White Church always prefer swords, precisely because the edge of the two-edged sword facing them serves as a warning to themselves.
"Yes, this batch feels much better." He waved the sample casually and nodded with satisfaction.
"Hehe." The elderly blacksmith smiled proudly, and then continued in Suomir language: "Your Excellency, the captain, turn the handle and look at it from the side." He prompted, but Haimirning was stunned for a moment. Yes, I immediately checked it according to the other party's request.
"Huh?" He immediately noticed the subtle changes in the blade.
"This is called a gradual thinning process. It gets thinner and thinner from the root forward. This is why it feels lighter than the original ones."
"I'm not bragging, but the blacksmiths in the empire don't have the skills to sharpen the blade thinly. And it has to maintain sufficient strength after being thinned, so the steel and heat treatment must be very careful." The old blacksmith He proudly showed off to Haimirning with his hands on his hips, and the knight leader smiled and replied in Suomir language: "Thank you, Father Bilu."
"Don't be so polite, we are all family members."
"Although the Silver Guards are from the Padrosi Empire, everyone now regards you as one of their own. For the knights of the White Church, providing this little help is just a small thing." Father Bilu patted his chest and said, and Heimir Ning smiled again and handed the sword back to him: "The delivery of other parts will take another month?"
"A month and a half, slow work will produce fine work." The other party said this, and Haimirning nodded: "Then I'll leave first."
"Are you going to see Miss Sage?" Father Bi Lu gave him an ambiguous look: "The two most outstanding young people in the entire Aurora, I would say, you are a perfect match."
"We are friends, not that kind of relationship." Hemelning shook his head and walked out of the door.
"How dishonest!" The old blacksmith shouted from behind, and the knight leader shook his head again and sighed.
"Hey, Master." The blacksmith and his apprentices, shirtless and wearing only leather aprons to protect themselves from sparks, covered in carbon black and dirt, were walking around nearby. When they saw Haimirning, they all raised their hands to say hello, and the knight captain also responded one by one.
The snow under my feet is not very thick. This is the first snow of the year.
"Huh--" He let out a long breath, and then a gust of wind blew, causing the bag hat on his head and the woolen cloak on his body to sway slightly.
The Suomir people said that this year was a mild winter, but Haimirning, who was born in the northern part of the empire, wanted to talk to these guys about the concept of cold.
He looked in the direction of the wind, and the Heinzwom Meteor Lake, which was surrounded by surrounding hills, shone under the less intense sunlight. When the wind blew over, ripples appeared on the unfrozen part of the lake. Perhaps because of the geology, or perhaps because it was too large, the lake here was as blue as the ocean.
When Padrosi people mention Heinzwom, they always put the transliteration and free translation of the word together, and pronounce it as the miracle of eternal night - Heinzwom - because it was translated back then. The monks believed that it would be difficult to express the beauty of the place itself by discarding any part of it.
Suomir is an agglutinative language—one reason why it is so difficult to learn. Unlike Lamani, where a word can have three variations: past tense, present continuous tense, and future tense, Suomir uses superimposed forms when realizing such expressions.
For example, when the Lamanites talk about "tomorrow", they can just use the word "tomorrow", while the Suomir people must use the word "today's next day"; similarly, "yesterday" In Lamani it is just "yesterday", while in Suomir it is "the day before today".
The difficulty of expressing this language makes most of them hate speaking and therefore become taciturn. However, it is undeniable that the complex and changeable Suomir language combined with its many tonal syllables sounds quite exotic.
Under this premise, "Heinzwom" can be broken down to mean "the miracle of the night is always there" - the monk who was born in Laman translated it as "the miracle of the night" which is a stroke of genius. And that’s what it all refers to.
It is actually a natural phenomenon.
Heinzwom Meteor Lake, located in the Arctic Circle, at certain times of the year.
There will be extremely brilliant auroras in the sky.
This may also be the reason why the birthplace of the White Church was chosen here. Such a splendid miracle perfectly matches the White Church.
It is not visible every night in winter. In areas further north, it may be seen all year round, but it is still rare here. After moving his base to the northern area of Aurora where the capital of Suomir is located, Haymirning has seen the aurora several times.
It was indeed an extremely shocking scene, especially when combined with the reflection on the vast surface of Inzwom Meteor Lake in Shanghai, it was really beautiful.
It's been nearly two years.
After both sides suffered losses that day, Haimirning realized that the abilities of the cultists in Suomir were not on the same level as those in the northern part of the empire, and began to transform the entire army.
The regular Padrosi legion inherited from the Laman Empire and their knights are all based on the concept of a heavily armored legion. Such troops are excellent for clashing with enemy forces on the frontal battlefield, but they are not useful for annihilating scattered cultists who have taken root everywhere.
The cost of maintaining the established Padrosi Legion was even greater. Due to various reasons, in the past two years or so, the team not only did not expand but was reduced by him.
The Legion was dispersed and expanded into the Knights of the Silver Guard on a voluntary and selective basis. The two groups merged together instead of each having their own command structure, and were divided into small scattered troops, led by knights armed with cleaver swords, and their soldiers were armed with fishing nets and pitchforks.
This seemed a bit ridiculous, and even when it first came out, the soldiers laughed and said that it was the equipment of the gladiators of the Laman Empire, but it was surprisingly useful when dealing with those monsters.
Fishing nets and pitchforks can effectively control monsters with strong vitality, and they will not rush forward after being stabbed by a spear. Coupled with appropriate chopping weapons and team division of labor tactics, they gradually achieved various stages of victory.
But winning tactically.
It still couldn't dilute the confusion in Haimirning's heart.
Liccardo passed away two weeks ago.
The red-haired knight who had always brought joy to the team did not die at the hands of cultists, nor did he die of heartbreak after being dumped by a woman as Gedo often mocked him, but died of tuberculosis.
Consumption, as the Imperials called it, remains, at least in this day and age, an incurable and terminal disease.
This was the most dishonorable way to die for a knight, and as Gedo, who was left with only one arm, escorted him back to his country for burial, Haymelin's left and right hands were gone.
The Silver Guard has changed dramatically.
After staying in Suomir for too long, opposition voices gradually began to appear from the empire.
"Are they the knights of Padrosi or the knights of Suomir?"
Haimirning didn't know what words to use to counter the accusations from those superior politicians - but he also knew that this issue actually had little to do with him.
It is related to Crown Prince Hermes.
In one month's time, the eldest princess's child and His Majesty the Emperor's grandson will reach the age to be appointed as the crown prince.
The nobles and ministers who were dissatisfied with Crown Prince Hermes believed that he must not be qualified to ascend the throne at the age of over 40, so they all began to find fault with him. As for the Knights of the Silver Guard, who he strongly supports, even though the public support rate is still very high, it has been active in Suomir for nearly two years, so it has naturally become a topic that can be used.
There are many similar trivial matters, and many members among the group are very angry due to their influence. After all, they are fighting for the people to eradicate the cultists, while these politicians and aristocrats sit in their easy chairs and dictate from behind.
Haymelning has not yet confirmed that matter with Crown Prince Hermes.
Erica, who claims to be the guardian of the world, is telling the truth. The demon did not lie. As a result of his subsequent investigation, he found that Bishop Ella did indeed die more than twenty years ago, which coincided with the time of his birth.
This gentle female bishop is the pride of the Suomir people, and if she had not set a precedent, it would be difficult for Sania to reach her current position.
The White Church used to be harsher and colder, but now it has become so friendly thanks to her religious reforms. Many infrastructure construction and cultural openings were also done by her. The infrastructure construction and citizen cultivation carried out by Crown Prince Hermes, who were highly praised by the imperial people, were actually just following the beautiful ideas of Ella Elingonnan. .
Everything about the sanctimony of the man he should call his father was just a patchwork of things stolen from others and mixed with lies.
And the Empire almost succeeded in covering it all up.
In the Lakeside Church, which is composed of a large number of Lamantic clergy, it is not difficult to modify a little bit of this or that. Thanks to Sania's help, Hemirning found some dusty information and learned about the past good ideas of this female bishop.
More than twenty years have passed, enough time for lies to replace facts.
Her efforts were almost forgotten by everyone, and she became a late Suomir historical figure and a foil to Crown Prince Hermes.
Only a handful of materials that have not been destroyed still record complete facts. And unlike the great achievements that have been recorded in detail, there are only a few records about the death of the female bishop regardless of any source. It was only mentioned that she returned in a hurry after a year of visiting the Padrosi Empire, became ill and refused to see people, and died a month later.
For such a respected hero, there was not even a decent funeral, it was just a hasty funeral. The record in the book beautifies it as her personal last wish. She has been close to the people all her life, so she does not want her funeral to be too extravagant and wasteful.
But Haymelin knew that this was also another imperial lie.
The devil can't lie, and the reason why he told himself these things was also learned by Haymelning when he met Erica and talked with her again.
"The definitions of gods and demons are just added by humans without authorization. They have no human concept of good and evil."
"It's too childish and low-end to deceive and hurt people with lies. No, demons don't like to do this kind of thing. They like to reveal the painful truth and let you investigate and verify it yourself, and then be in this dilemma."
"It is precisely because these words are true that you are shaken, hesitant, and tormented in your heart. And this." The mercenary lady said.
“That’s the fun part about them.”
Irrefutable truth and facts.
If it is a lie, you can be liberated by maintaining a firm mind and getting rid of it, but such a pleasant and relaxing thing does not exist. He struggled repeatedly and painfully for half a year, and finally decided to take up the sword and fight those people.
Every wrong has its owner, and every debt has its own owner. Even if they seek revenge for their biological mother, these people have already embarked on the path of destruction.
Their revenge involves too many innocent people, and because of this, he must draw his sword against them.
Another year and a half passed, and the Knights gained a firm foothold in the local area, while the intricate cultists' power became weaker and weaker. They were about to win, but it was at this time that Haimirning began to hesitate more and more.
What awaits him at the end of victory?
Will he take over these people's ideas of revenge and confront his father and the empire to demand atonement?
he does not know.
Or pretend that none of this happened, return home with honors and enjoy the cheers of the people and become a hero standing next to the man he knows is responsible for the sin?
he does not know.
He was just blindly avoiding this problem.
"Mr. Leader." The church staff coming and going nodded to him, and Haimirning responded with the same action.
He walked through twists and turns, and finally came to a two-story courtyard. He opened the door and went in without saying hello.
"Ah, Mr. Leader, Miss Sage is above." The nun below nodded shyly to him, then ran out holding the book.
Miss Sage - Haimirning thought this title in his heart.
It is said that because he kept running around helping others, he was called this by the people without even realizing it. As time went by, even them, Suomir's nobles and even her colleagues in the church began to call her this.
Really, a title that suits her very well. He thought and walked up the stairs.
The footsteps of "ta da da da" sounded in an orderly manner, and Haimirning heard her voice just as she stepped onto the wooden board on the second floor.
"Are you here?" Her voice was not high-pitched, and her tone was always like telling someone a bedtime story, but it was full of power and could not be ignored.
"Yeah." Hemelning answered, just one sentence, because he didn't quite know what to say next.
"You asked me when we met yesterday, Mr. Leader." Sania did not look back. She stood by the window, leaving only a slender back that complemented the long black hair.
"Things created by human beings can actually be destroyed so easily. Even solid steel and castles that are said to be impenetrable may not necessarily be able to exist longer than human beings themselves, because we are so She is good at self-destruction and always seeks ways to destroy herself." He was silent because he knew that she had not finished speaking, and Sania continued: "Even great and lofty ideals will inevitably become worse as time goes by. corruption--"
"Some existences are filled with pain even from the moment they are born, and their lives are full of suffering and confusion. They have no idea why they are born, and why they continue to breathe and live."
"You ask me why I say that such human beings are 'incomparably beautiful and full of hope'; you ask me why I still love human beings deeply and always view them with the most optimistic thoughts. Do you remember? ?”
"Well, I was blocked by you and couldn't say a word." Sania sighed helplessly: "It's because it's you and what you said is true, so I can't refute it."
"But after thinking about it for a day, I can probably answer you now." She continued without waiting for Haimirning to speak: "Even if birth is inevitably accompanied by pain, even if it is due to greed and desire, things will inevitably begin to decay as long as they exist - —But it is precisely because of this that the new things that are born have such precious meaning.”
"Even if destruction is inevitable, even if human beings seem as fragile as ants when crushed by the wheel of fate, but-" She turned back, her gray-blue eyes reflecting the sparkling snow scene outside the window. Liang, there is no trace of weakness on that delicate face, it is full of stubbornness.
"Human beings can fight against fate, even if destruction is inevitable, even if everything they have worked hard to create will eventually become corrupt, even if malicious intentions are entangled, even if the country is destroyed and the family is destroyed -"
"After that, humanity will still get back on its feet, every time."
"I firmly believe so, Mr. Leader." She smiled slightly: "Maybe it seems to you that it is just some empty beautiful words. Maybe there will be a day after this that I will never be able to face you like this easily again. Smile, but whatever.”
"Please try to have faith, Mr. Leader." She said this, but before Haimirning could answer, there was a series of footsteps nearby, and then an anxious voice shouted: "Xian Miss Zhe——"
"Ah, Mr. Leader is indeed here!" The person who rushed in was a monk, and he was holding a letter in his hand and his face was full of anxiety.
"No, it's not good!"
"His Royal Highness Constantine, the eldest grandson of His Majesty the Emperor, was poisoned and His Royal Highness Crown Prince Hermes was arrested as a suspect!"
"..." Haimirning froze on the spot, and Sania next to her had the same expression.
