"Why did Sister Liz suddenly sit down?" Xilu screamed when looking at the situation in the examination room.
"I guess I feel there is no hope and am planning to give up." Lilith, who was leaning on the sofa and falling asleep, replied.
"No, Sister Liz can't give up so easily!" Xilu pouted and said angrily.
"I just said it casually."
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Entering a meditative state, the knowledge about enchantment flashed through Artolis' mind like a revolving lantern. Finally, the picture in my mind was fixed on that scene.
Finally, Artolis opened her eyes and still remembered the last page of the enchantment manual: The enchanter's heart and weapon are connected, and any difficulties will be solved.
Artoris stood up, and it was her action that cheered up the few people watching.
"I am the weapon!" As Atoris put her hand on the sword, a soft glow made the sword appear. Trying to establish a connection with the artifact, when the sword's glow shone on her palm, images flooded into Atoris's mind.
"Ding Ding Dang ~" The sound of knocking weapons came from the narrow forging room, and the overflowing fireworks redd the body skin of a middle -aged man.
"Bang!" The middle-aged man put down the forging hammer in his hand and dropped the formed sword blade to the ground with a look of disgust.
The middle-aged man wiped the sweat from his forehead with the white scarf, and his angry eyes fell on the long sword.
"Using the best materials, you made this piece of garbage!" The other party complained, spitting on the red-hot sword. Water vapor rose, blurring the man's face. Artoris stepped forward, picked up the sword blade from the ground, and glared at the man with disgust.
The forging failure was clearly not the sword's fault. It was too much to vent one's emotions on an object that would not resist. Artoris caressed the sword in her hand, and for some unknown reason, from the moment she took hold of it, the sword's blade was no longer red and hot.
Looking at the sword in her hand, Artoris showed a little helplessness. What a gentle child. In order to prevent the person who peeked at this memory from hating his creator, he obscured the other person's appearance.
Artoris's perspective changed, and when she raised her head, she saw that the person holding the sword was no longer her.
In forests, caves, and wastelands, the young man has been fighting for countless years with the purple-gold sword in his hand. She still remembers the days when she fought side by side with the boy and never left him, even though the boy was no longer young, even if he got a more powerful weapon...
"Don't abandon her in a corner. She's afraid of being alone. No one knows her better than me, because she is the first weapon I have ever used...and of course the last one I have ever used..." The old man held up the blade of his sword. After staying, he disappeared into the sea of people. A group of enchanters were left messy in the wind. In their opinion, this was just an ordinary purple gold weapon. After so many years, who still remembers the touching hymn of "The Boy and Her".
Two lines of tears fell from the corners of Artolis's eyes. This was the life of the sword. It was not a sad story. At least the Enchanter Association followed the old man's instructions and kept the sword until now. In the most conspicuous place, where as an enchanter you will definitely see it!
"So you have always wanted to become stronger, so that he can keep wielding this sword. Thank you for telling this..." Putting the blade on the enchanting table again, Artolis's eyes changed to Qingming. .
Yes, she knows what to do!
Five hours have passed, and there is still one hour left. Artolis has not made any move yet, but she has made the people next door anxious. At this time, even Fei Diwen frowned. Indeed, this took too long. Even if Atoris knew the method, time would not allow it to continue.
Finally, after another ten minutes passed, Artolis finally made a move. Although it was worth rejoicing, when they thought about the short time left, several people couldn't help but become worried again.
Seeing Artoris taking out five or six kinds of materials and throwing them into the smelting furnace, Feidiwen frowned slightly. Why was it different from what he imagined? He clearly saw Artoris throwing in a large piece of Lingqi Iron. It would take at least an hour and a half to melt this amount. How could it be melted in such a short time? Besides, this material is obviously not needed to upgrade the purple gold enchantment, and when looking at other materials, Fei Diwen's pupils shrank when he thought about it, could this guy want it? ?
Fire emerged from the smelting furnace, and the flames in front of him reflected Fei Diwen's pupils into a blue. Yes, it does take a lot of time for ordinary flames to melt these materials, but it is different with Qinglian Pure Fire. Injecting flames into the smelting furnace, Artolis quickly began to select other materials.
Under the high temperature of Qinglian Pure Fire, those materials were quickly melted, and the original one-and-a-half-hour project was shortened to ten minutes, which surprised Feidiwen.
Continuously pouring the first melted material into the enchanting pen, Artolis continued to throw the material towards the smelting furnace while starting to carve on the sword.
The Four Symbols of Dust are still used to provide spiritual power, but now the formation points in all directions are replaced with high-level elemental crystals! As long as there is a slight deviation, it may fail, and the risk is extremely high.
Artoris took a deep breath and said, "The spleen hides the mind, acquired thoughts are delusions, innate beliefs are faith, and if there is no desire, then the mind is determined. The earthy Qi of the Central Yellow Emperor is in the Yuan Dynasty."
"Squandering flowers!" Yellow spiritual energy surged out of Atoris' body to strengthen her perception. She felt the heat wave coming towards her face become more real, and the corners of her mouth curled up.
Time flew by quickly, leaving little time for her. Atoris simply used the Sunda wind to lift the materials and burned them with the green lotus pure fire ignited in the palm of her hand.
Feidiwen was quite surprised by this scene. He controlled wind control and powerful flames at the same time. He should obviously have a better future as a blacksmith. But here, practicing enchantment is not just a simple interest, maybe it is a love.
Fei Diwen nodded happily. In his opinion, Atoris's performance was already very rare, but the assessment still depends on the results. If she can pass it, it will be a certified intermediate enchantment. If she fails, Feidiwen won't mind giving her some guidance.
However, maybe there is no need...
Artoris almost fell down on the enchanting table, and the sword blade in her hand finally glowed with its due glory at this moment!
"Black brilliance! This is... a divine weapon!" Lilith cried out in surprise, and Ferdinand beside the three of them was also recording the time in surprise. In fact, Feidiwen recognized this girl from the moment the celestial artifact shined. The process is still going on, but it's no longer serious.
This is a rare talent!
