The weather is getting colder day by day, and freezing rain begins to fall from the gloomy sky. From the direction of Lake Braun, the sound of the lake freezing and then breaking can be heard.
The barbarian female slaves and half-elf guards in the plantation are hiding in the warm hut and will not come out easily. At this time in previous years, the blacksmith shop should have shut down the furnace, but now the fire inside is booming. The blacksmith, who was as strong as an ox and always had a big temper, brought two apprentices who were almost as strong as him to attack Vertok.
The barbarian boy Yog had nowhere to put his hands. He wanted to go over and help, but there was no place for him. Fortunately, several of Wiltok's bodyguards did not drive him away. He could still stay in the blacksmith shop and watch Wiltok forge weapons.
Vertok swung the hammer and struck the red sword blade one after another. His expression was particularly focused. The hammer struck the anvil and made a tinkling sound, carrying a strange rhythm that echoed inside and outside the blacksmith's shop.
The half-elves present, whether they were the bodyguards of the adventurer's house or the blacksmiths and apprentices of the plantation, all held their breath for fear of disturbing Vertok.
The half-elf's almost pious attitude created a solemn and solemn atmosphere, which also infected the barbarian boy Yog.
He didn't dare to take a breath, and concentrated on observing Wiltok's forged weapons, unwilling to miss every detail.
Wiltok wore light leather armor, a deerskin apron to prevent burns, and deerskin gloves on his hands. Except for a pair of amber eyes, his whole body was covered tightly, and he only wore an apron. The half-elf blacksmith is shirtless, showing off his strong muscles, which is a stark contrast.
This was the condition for him to come to the blacksmith shop to practice his forging skills. Huck and the others never wanted to see traces of spark burns on Vertok's skin.
Although Vertok's handsome face is covered by a mask, when he is highly concentrated, the charm he exudes is still irresistible to the half-elf, and gradually forms a spiritual resonance and contrast, like the rise and fall of the tide. The will is involved in it and can only rise and fall with the waves.
Spirits resonate synchronously, forming a subtle atmosphere and generating invisible power. Just like a person breaks into a strange room and dozens of people inside are staring at him, he can feel a pressure and either choose to join in or subconsciously withdraw from the room.
Exclusion and assimilation, these are the characteristics of the field.
The charming qualities that Vertok naturally reveals are almost ineffective against barbarians, but the power of the domain can transcend the limitations of bloodline. Yog chose to join the half-elves. His spirit was improved in this focused atmosphere, and he only found the sound of Wiltok's blacksmithing particularly pleasant. Every blow of the hammer was like hitting Yog's heart, and he felt continuous shock waves rippling through his body, making his whole body numb and his hair standing on end.
His spiritual power was only concentrated at one point, and Yog gradually couldn't tell whether he was the red dagger being hammered on the iron felt, or the son of the shaman of the Taka tribe, a barbarian boy who survived the sky fire. The radiating scars on his left cheek began to glow with a faint blue light. However, none of the half-elves in the blacksmith shop noticed anything strange about Yog. Their minds were attracted by Wiltok without realizing it. Watching him forge was like watching a wonderful performance. It was not strange even if they couldn't take their eyes away. matter.
After beating it for more than a thousand times, Wiltok finally stopped, put down the hammer and said: "Quenching!"
Captain Harker, a third-level professional with a strong physique and a senior blacksmith, was the first to react. He stepped forward, grabbed the red and hot dagger with his bare hands, and plunged it directly into the cold water prepared in advance.
There was a burst of white smoke, and everyone gathered around, stretched their necks, and watched helplessly as Huck retracted his thick arm and the two-foot-long dagger from the water.
The blade of the dagger has beautiful circles of fish scales reflecting the charming blue luster. Huck held the dagger and said with disbelief: "This... is impossible, how is it possible? It's simply a miracle..."
"Show me." The blacksmith of the plantation used his strong body to push the others away and came over to take a closer look, also looking like he had seen a ghost. He was stunned and murmured to himself: "How could this happen? How could this happen?"
The blade of the sword flashed blue, it was clearly an alloy sword. What's more, the materials for making the sword were prepared by the blacksmith himself. According to Wiltok's requirements, the ratio of refined iron to iron material was 2:3, which was absolutely correct.
The blacksmith suspected that Wiltok was fooling around at the time, but the facts surprised him!
The Disa Alliance also has the technology to forge Metal Gear, but that is by no means an easy task.
Ordinary blacksmiths can generally only make iron equipment, copper and iron equipment, and the best is hundred-forged steel. Weapons that can be cast from these materials are often not strong enough. If you use fine iron to make weapons, it will be tough enough but too heavy; and the most precious fine gold will be too light.
The quality of alloy equipment is of the highest quality, but the blacksmiths of the Disa Alliance can only cast alloy equipment through repeated forging to eliminate impurities in the material, refine the grains, and forge two or more different materials into a whole. Also, the closer the proportions of the alloys are, the longer the hammering time will be.
The plantation's blacksmith, George, needs to swing the hammer more than 3,000 times to cast a fine iron alloy sword with a ratio of 1:5, which is a severe test for the blacksmith's physical fitness and strength.
In the Disa Alliance, the senior blacksmiths who can create alloy equipment are all awakened ones with physical expertise. They need to spend a lot of materials and time to forge high-quality alloy weapons. This greatly limits the output of Metal Gear Solid.
Big George must admit that Wiltok's forging skills are top-notch, but the problem is that he only forged a 2:3 ratio fine iron alloy dagger for more than a thousand times, and the materials consumed were only normal. half of.
Then there is only one possibility. The "zircons" that Wiltok entrusted the barbarian slave girl Ingrid to collect in the shallow waters of the lake are the key to forging alloy equipment!
Blacksmith Big George immediately turned around to find the remaining zircon, but Deputy Captain Huck dropped his dagger and grabbed his arm.
"Big George, what are you doing? That's our thing, don't touch it!" Huck said fiercely.
The two strong men immediately got into a physical entanglement in the blacksmith shop. Fortunately, they were both experienced blacksmiths and knew not to fight in the blacksmith shop when the fire was still on.
Huck put his arms around Big George's stubby neck and never forgot to shout to John: "You guys go out first and don't let outsiders come in. I want to have a good talk with Big George."
At this time, Wiltok and his barbarian followers had already walked out of the blacksmith shop with a freshly made dagger. John and the others did not bother to break up the fight and hurriedly chased them out.
Huck let go of the blacksmith on the plantation, looked at Zircon, who was held in his arms as a treasure by his apprentice, and said with a smile: "Big George, we have known each other for almost ten years, and we are considered old friends. I will tell you Let’s discuss something. We four blacksmiths only know the secret of Vertok’s forging fine iron dagger, how about it?”
Big George rolled his neck and said in a muffled voice: "It's useless for you to tell me, and it's useless for me to tell you. The secret recipe for forging alloys belongs to Mr. Wiltok, and I want to be his apprentice."
"Haha, you think very well. Do you think Mr. Wiltok will make a living by blacksmithing and accept you as an apprentice? Let me tell you, Mr. Wiltok is one of ours." Huck said proudly.
At this time, he especially admired Bottom's foresight. An outstanding figure like Wiltok was worth more than 50,000 gold pagodas. The alloy forging technology he mastered alone could not be measured by any price. As for Vertok himself, he is undoubtedly priceless!
Wiltok didn't pay attention to the two senior blacksmiths discussing how to keep secrets and how to use his forging methods to make more money. It was just a trivial matter for him to create a fine iron alloy dagger, and the main purpose was to verify his memory.
Wiltok remembered that zircon was an essential material for forging alloys. The zircon found by the barbarian slave leader Ingrid from the lake was of low quality and could only be used to cast ordinary stainless steel swords. However, an unverified memory is just a memory. After being verified, it becomes a skill he masters.
In the process of verifying the memory of blacksmithing, Wiltok also gained something else.
When he was forging iron, the muscles of his body exerted force and transferred the power to the hammer. He swung the hammer to hit the sword embryo, and the shock generated was transmitted back to the body through his arms. With the wonderful rhythm, it seemed that while the sword embryo was being tempered, Virto Self-control is also tempered.
Continuous forging can remove impurities from the sword embryo, and also make Wiltok's mind become pure. At a certain moment, the hammer in his hand became a medium, connecting his infinitely high spirit with the sword embryo at a wonderful point.
Vertok felt that he was transparent both internally and externally, and that his self-consciousness was freed from the shackles of the body, and for the first time it was operating in sync with the "golden light group" in the conscious world.
At that wonderful point, his will not only transcended himself, but also transcended time and space, and he saw a vague "ocean" in the dark. He saw a lot and thought a lot at the same time.
A pile of stones is smelted, molded, beaten, and quenched, and then shaped into a sharp dagger. This in itself is a manifestation of great power. Who discovered this power in the first place? How did he find out?
The first person to make iron, perhaps no one can remember his name. But his will has been passed down through generations of blacksmiths, crossing the barriers of time and space, and integrating into Wiltok's will. He is like a light that illuminates the path for future generations. It is the light of spirituality.
Wiltok also remembered that he had forged iron before, and was familiar with blacksmithing theory and was good at calculations, but what he lacked was spirituality. Adamantine forging, mithril forging, dragon bone steel forging, thorium forging, Saron magic iron forging, these advanced forging knowledge were clearly presented, and at the same time, Wiltok's spiritual light guided him to shape the fine iron dagger in his hand. His keen intuition allowed him to know how hard to use, where to hit the sword embryo, how many times to hit it, and when to quench it... everything happened naturally without any deliberate effort.
When the sword was forged, he knew it was a masterpiece he had never created before.
A dagger is just a rudimentary stainless steel sword. What is truly precious is the spiritual light that bursts out when the sword is forged. But unfortunately, Wiltok can't find that magical feeling now.
Flicking the edge of the sword with his fingers, Vertok shook his head as he listened to the vibrating buzz of the blade, and casually handed the stainless steel dagger to Yog who was nearest him.
"Give it to you."
Those light words were like lightning and thunder in the heart of the barbarian boy. He trembled with his hands, wanting to take the fine steel dagger made by Vertok, but he didn't dare to actually reach out to take it, and asked tremblingly: "Mr. Vertok, this... this sword, is this really a gift?" Me? I...I, can you accept it?"
"Take it, it's not worth anything."
It is worthless?
John, who was responsible for protecting Wiltok, almost wanted to vomit blood after hearing this.
If Victor made a standard alloy long sword of this quality, it would cost at least 700 gold pagodas. The practicality of the dagger will be a little less, and the lowest price cannot be lower than 300 gold pagodas. An ordinary adventurer works hard for a year and can save almost 4 or 5 hundred gold pagodas, just enough to buy such a fine iron alloy dagger.
Bishop John narrowed his eyes and glanced at the barbarian boy holding the dagger in both hands, feeling the urge to kill him. Yog jumped more than 3 meters away in an instant and looked back at him in fear.
Wiltok asked curiously: "What's wrong with you?"
Before the barbarian boy could speak, John asked first, "Vell, are we still coming to blacksmith tomorrow afternoon?"
Wiltok shook his head and said expectantly: "I'm not coming... I want to go to the pharmacy tomorrow to practice dispensing medicine."
