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Chapter 65 0065: Arthur's test
Arthur's face darkened.

As the orphan of Nukamanda, he was born with a wheat-colored face. At this time, he was squeezed by high temperature, and the color of the oil and cortex decreased. After just a few moments, he became as dark as a Dua.

Become, the same as Vauciel.

Arthur fell to his knees, hunched over, breathing more and more with difficulty.

He was severely burned all over his body, but he no longer felt pain, and he did not resist the flames. Even though his lips were cracked red, his eyes were still fixed on the material, desperately using his remaining thoughts to record the changes in the forging.

"Has the teacher forged in front of you?"

The question popped into Arthur's mind.

……

On his fifth night in the refugee camp, he broke his leg in the back alley of the workshop because he was hungry and stole food. When he was crawling towards the firelight of the hearth, an old man was wiping the utensils with fine linen.

Worchell caressed every corner and corner intently, turning a deaf ear to the orphan.

Arthur lay on the side of the door, watching the other party process through the gap, without moaning or asking for help, and regarded this as the last memory of his life.

The utensils were placed in iron boxes.

After finishing the last step, he passed out completely, and heard footsteps in a trance...

……

"Teacher, look, my warblade made of scraps cut off all their homework, and the blacksmiths have to train those arrogant fools to death, bah, how dare you call yourself a workshop apprentice like this!"

Arthur raised his gaping-bladed weapon.

Worchell frowned, poked it away with a copper teaspoon, and then checked the apprentice's wound without saying a word.

The ointment used by the witch doctor in the North was wild, and Arthur would not cry no matter how serious the wound was, but when the group of senior apprentices laughed at Vochel as "useless", he really felt the tingle in his heart.

"Teacher, when will you teach me to forge weapons?"

The old paranoid old man did not refute or curse at this time.

He frowned and sighed deeply.

"Teacher, am I wrong..."

"No, of course not, your journey has been long and exciting, and I'm just a little regretful."

When the giant palm caressed his head, Arthur didn't understand the weight, but felt that he should work harder.

……

call--

Arthur lowered the hammer tremblingly, his arms trembling.

It was both exhausting and exciting.

That weird dwarf did not deceive himself. Although this forging method is difficult, it is really powerful. At least no one in the same class of apprentices can surpass it, and there is no comparison example!

Cheers came from all around the workshop.

The rest of the candidates all looked over eagerly.

Mr. Marungu tapped his chin, and all the senior craftsmen rushed to congratulate Wauchel.

But my teacher... looked so tired, he opened his mouth and closed his eyes, his back was so lonely.

Arthur looked natural.

He didn't show off, nor was he in a hurry to be included in the workshop list, but was planning something farther away.

Worchier has long been a three-ring blacksmith.

The next day, he gave up the work place where he stayed with his apprentice and moved into the Forging Valley. Only when everyone left work would everyone see Arthur leaving with his teacher.

Rain or shine, but I seldom see them talking.

Once upon a time, "becoming famous in the Dua tribe" was the dream of an orphan.

But when Arthur stood in Marengu's workshop, he suddenly felt that the stage could be wider. He wanted the northern region, and even the continent of Osua, to praise his skills!
As for the teacher, as a spirit craftsman, he might not be able to understand it.

Arthur never thought of explaining, and also went to learn technology unscrupulously. He paranoidly fantasized about the day when he was brilliant, and maybe Mr. Waucher could smile at his achievements.

that's enough.

……

Ken unbuttoned his armor, and the lining was soaked with sweat.

[Status: Burn 16%]

[Increase fire resistance, increase willpower, and increase the upper limit of magic power. 】

Ken supported Arthur with one hand and kept using experience points to heal the injuries of the two of them. Even so, he still couldn't get rid of the [burning] state.

"Speak, answer me, are you still awake?"

He yelled through the turbulence.

Arthur knelt on the ground and didn't answer. His eyes might be blind, but they never closed.

His breathing was weak, and he seemed to have fallen into a coma, trapped in the revolving lantern between memory and reality...

sink repeatedly.

As for Wachier in the distance, his limbs swelled, his muscles were filled with magic, and he had long since lost his self-awareness. He turned his body into a hub, maintaining the processing of materials by the old god's great power.

The thunder condenses into a hammer, and the howling wind stirs up the dark clouds.

A ripple was stretched, and the surrounding heat waves were blocked.

Ken's limbs were weak, and he used his arms to support the ground to prevent him from completely collapsing.

He is half-cooked from tongue to lungs, and can only rely on experience points to continue his life.

Arthur turned into a "mummy" completely, with dark complexion, severe burns, and even his muscles shrank a lot.

"If he can make it through, he will be a very good blacksmith in the future. I heard that you will take him away. He must be cultivated well. I think he has a chance to inherit the ancient furnace."

A bell-like voice.

Ken didn't need to turn his head, he also knew that there was 【Malungu】 standing behind him.

At this time, there are large and small [Iron Mandate Rings] floating around, whether it is the number or the ability to control the temperature, they all show the courage that the furnace owner should have.

Ken also noticed the change in the flow rate of experience points.

He tentatively moved his hand away.

Arthur's last blood bar fell back a bit in an instant, but at the critical moment of life and death, he was protected by some kind of power, and there was barely a trace left, allowing this body to reshape through repeated torture and find itself in the flames.

"I don't need to say, you have already seen it, the liquid ball that was tempered is your material."

Marengu folded his arms.

"Vauciel approached me earlier tonight and said he would take your order."

His blanket-like white hair lost the shackles of the rings, covering his body like a thick snow cover, with knotted muscles and bulging tendons, able to withstand the harshest winter in the northern region.

"I refused, to repay my kindness, it's not enough."

Marengu did not hide.

He continued: "Vauciel took off the ring and said his apprentice had grown up and he wanted to build something good enough, something good enough for him to learn from."

The snowflakes are evaporated into scalding air currents, constantly scrubbing the cliffs on both sides of the valley.

[The forging has entered a bottleneck, the purity of the material is too high, and there is no framework that can restrain the power in it. 】

Wauciel's body began to show damage.

The consequences of a spiritsmith making a weapon are disastrous.

In terms of the process, although it is not directly drained of life like the "Sacrifice of Winter Mother", the longer it takes to transform the mighty power of the old god with the body, the greater the risk.

"Your sword... I'm afraid it will be destroyed."

Marengu was breathing heavily.

The ancient furnace is about to open, and the rarest blueprints of the Dewar tribe have been sealed up, and many accessories are also taken to prepare for the "Day of God Forging".

Just when the furnace master was hesitating whether to break into the sacrificial place...

Ken stood up suddenly.

He barely stabilized his balance, and then took a half step forward, throwing the two gifts given by the dwarf to the ball of light in the air!

　Bidding tomorrow!I'm sorry everyone, I will thank you bosses for your rewards when I make up the update tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.I will take the time to change the durability problem pointed out by the previous readers.

　　
　
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