This is a very ordinary sword.

In the sunlight, the light silver sword body flashed slightly, the sword tip was round and the sword blade was the same, obviously not yet broken.

In addition, the semi-finished one-handed sword without the hilt inlaid with the sword is just wrapped in brown fur and held in the hand and you can feel very unreliable.

But this did not hinder Charles' strong interest in this sword. He held it in front of him, and his eyes were extremely focused, as if he was looking at some treasure.

Calebdill, who came to report on his work, sighed secretly at this, feeling that the king was really incompetent.

"With the production, Your Majesty should continue to study this craft in depth. This is much more interesting than making potions." The Kuanliang Dwarf beside him looked at the sword and commented afterwards.

By the way, I complained.

The two dwarf kings asked them to come over to impart knowledge, but they also had the purpose of learning knowledge.

After all, this was agreed in the covenant.

Unfortunately, the elves are very good at learning their skills, while the dwarfs are confused when they learn the elves' potion making.

The heat, steps, the fusion of materials and the adaptability of adaptation, and when should the herbs be added.

I won’t mention these tedious processes for now. Just identifying the basis of herbal medicine, few dwarves can continue to learn.

Just as Calebdill secretly mocked them, it was enough to ask them to miss iron and drink all day long, and collect medicinal materials in the forest?

"Recently, several Nordo people from Nagor Slond visited. They were very interested in the preparation of the potion. Your Majesty, should we..."

The black-haired dwarf who had no eyesight kept him here and refused to leave. Kelebdill waited for a long time and was still standing there, and finally spoke helplessly.

"No need." Shir said that he took his eyes back from the sword body, thought for a while, and said, "Many medicinal materials only exist in the seven rivers. Even if they learn it, they can't skip us, let alone..."

After thinking about it, he still didn't say that the potions published were originally low-end goods and there was nothing to hide. Even the several potions agreed in the covenant with the dwarves were more advanced than these now.

But if you think about it, the logistics department of Nando Elf is not large yet, and it has not been completely completed by digesting the past recipes. Now it is useless to say anything else.

Charles, wearing a coarse short shirt and trousers, ran to the front of the anvil with his sword again. Calebdill followed him and added a report.

"In addition to being interested in the potion, they are also very curious about your past, and I suspect they may have guessed your identity."

When Charles heard this, he waved his hand and said, "Don't hide it, let them inquire... By the way, if anyone asks the truth, then you can continue to give me instructions. My name is Caner, or... or Romian."

This obviously means that he does not intend to hide his identity anymore. Kelebdill was a little surprised when he heard this.

Calebdill believed that Charles knew his own background from him, but even when the king knew this identity, he did not look like he wanted to make it public.

He even asked others to call his original name.

Why have you changed your mind now?

Charles had no idea about this. After saying this, he put his newly forged semi-finished product on the anvil, and then signaled the dwarf beside him to bring another heavy anvil and press it on it.

He ran to the edge of the forest not far from the river bank, pulled apart the robe and clothes hanging on the branch, and then took out a cross sword.

The guard captain found out that his king was doing this, and thought he was about to go out, so he flipped his hand and was about to jump off the trunk when Charles waved his hand to stop him.

The long-haired captain of the brown guard used force and nimblely to rotate his wrist and returned to the branches. Then he looked up and found that His Majesty the King had already walked towards the temporary forging land on the river bank again.

"Is it really that interesting to make a sword?"

He was puzzled, but he didn't question it too much.

The dwarf city-state and his party gave their guards a deeper sense of conviction with their kings.

...

Charco didn't have time to pay attention to what his guard captain was thinking. After walking back to the spot with the sword, he pulled the sword out of the leather scabbard without hesitation.

The sword was unsheathed, and a dazzling light burst out in an instant. The light was like the sun above the head, but when it was scattered on the surface, it was as deserted as the moonlight.

Blazing, clear.

The sword body is smooth and silver, and the blood groove spreads straight from the center. At the end of the sword body, it is carved with a row of Tenggerwa characters that the Nodo tribe is used in a habit.

Shire knew Runiwen of the Cinda tribe, but Tenggerwavin, created by Nodo as the Supreme King, at all.

He didn't care what it was written. After pulling out the sword, he looked at his other sword.

In fact, if Charles could have a deeper understanding of the King's Sword called Nasir, then he would know that at the end of the Second Era, this sword was used by the then human king Yisirdu to cut off the fingers of the dark demon king Zoro.

At the end of the Third Era, it was then taken over by the human king Aragon and had great military achievements.

However, now, it is used by Charles to do experiments.

The dwarf sat on the anvil with a dove and watched Charles stomp in front of him, targeting the semi-finished long sword sandwiched by two iron lumps under his butt.

Compared with the dazzling King's Sword, this sword forged by Charles himself seemed very inconspicuous.

However, when Charles suddenly slashed down with force, there was no other situation except for a loud sound of gold and iron clashing.

Looking down, relying on his pretty good vision, the dwarf even found that the long sword forged by the rookie swordsman under his butt was not even a white mark on the body!

"I'm dazzled?"

He rubbed his eyes and looked again, still so.

So the dwarf couldn't help but look at the dazzling Nasir in Charles's hand.

The King's Sword cast by Tielha, the most outstanding craftsman of the Firebeard clan, is the proud work of the dwarf casting master.

Because of magic, the sword is always filled with sharp light, giving the sword-wielding person a strong advantage when facing the enemy.

This sword is usually used to slash, and it can be called cutting iron like mud.

But now, it didn't split a rookie iron sword?

Watching the young elf king slashing constantly, listening to the continuous banging sound in his ears, shaking under his butt, the black-haired dwarf also burst into tears.

At first he thought it might be because of the incorrect chopping posture, but with so many attempts, the sword under his butt was still in good shape, which made him, a senior blacksmith, stunned.

Is this an iron sword? Or a steel sword?

Facing that kind of sword, even the steel sword should have been broken long ago...

"Did he use metal that I don't know?"

The dwarf was so suspicious.

When he discovered that Charle began to give up his long sword and used a hammer to make a bend, his thoughts became more certain.

The iron is very crisp, and a normal iron sword does not have the flexibility of being bent and not broken.

The dwarf who was thinking so then saw Char pulling out the iron sword bent into a hook and sending it into the adjacent furnace.

Then, the slight yellow light that bloomed with the sword body gradually red due to the super high temperature completely overturned everything he believed to have been recognized.

"Is this... magic?"

The dwarf screamed in surprise.

Charles ignored the voice behind him, staring at the wonderful light blooming, and his eyes were filled with thoughts.

"The secret text is the steering wheel, and the will is the engine?"

This sword is actually not completely separated from the magic system of this world. After summary, the existence of secret texts on the sword pie can only make the forger's will easier to transform items into magic weapons, or to enchant them more easily.

At the same time, countless broken swords can prove that only by matching the sword, or the corresponding will thinking during its forging, can this element be added normally.

In short, only the corresponding secret text that meets the function of the sword after the formation of the sword can operate normally, otherwise it will only cause conflict.

For example, the secret text on this sword, if it is expected, it should mean tenacity.

Shier was not very proficient in secret texts in the past, but he just used them. He really didn't know what the meaning of which secret text has. Now that he thinks about it, he has a headache.

"I have to go to exhaust myself again..."

After muttering, Charles stood up and was about to go back and continue working hard when a faint sound of birds suddenly came from the sky above his head.

Looking up, a blue thrush was flying towards him with its wings and fell on its shoulders as Charles watched.

The bird rubbed his head against Charle's cheek intimately, and then pecked a green leaf on his claws and gestured to Charle.

Charles touched its little head, then took it and saw that his mood, which had been relaxed because of the progress of the secret text, could not help but disappear.

Because the sentence written above-

"The dwarf army failed, and there were giants in the mountains!"
Chapter completed!