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Chapter 66: 0066

The craftsmen with senior qualifications in the workshop all know that Vochel's craftsmanship is good.

But no one imagined that the spirit craftsman using blessings to forge weapons would cause such a sensation. Because this kind of imagining is immoral, no one has prepared in advance...

The blueprint that Marungu sketched casually was burned before the flames condensed.

The conventional forging rules cannot be applied to such a high-end casting.

The hearth of the Dewar Tribe is stuffed with steel.

The casting power that the craftsmen put into the work is drawn by the phantom of the old gods and gathered in this small ball of light.

It becomes translucent and ethereal, like a boiling banzu gem.

Even Marengu couldn't estimate the growth of this weapon at this time.

But that's all for later, if there is no restraint, after a while, Vorchell's life will be overdrawn, and it will penetrate the clouds with the ritual of collapse, and first become the most brilliant meteor in the wasteland...

Fry it into powder!
Ken threw out the [Legendary] quality [Cold Pivot Handle]. The quaint handle is like an ordinary brass pickaxe, and the animal hide that wraps it is slowly unfolding in the air...

At this time, the three furnaces in the canyon were red.

The gushing heat is like a sand-eating magic, destroying any impurities that drift past.

The casting power controlled by the phantom of the old god didn't even make the "back skin of the ancient giant beast" curl up in the slightest.

[Item: Ghost Draft · Dawn and Twilight]

[A very clever weapon design, it uses a special technique that is no longer circulated, and hides the process of forging and casting in it. Only the top forging will use this "underworld draft". 】

The animal hide is completely stretched, revealing the secret technique formation.

The ghost manuscript began to disintegrate, and this forging had reached the standard for it to take effect.

Fragmented spots of light spread to every part of the canyon with the heat flow, slowly taking over the power of casting, and the forging ceremony on the verge of getting out of control was actually stabilized by a piece of artwork...

The pressure on Vauciel dropped sharply.

He woke up again from the ceremony, and saw the ink marks floating in the air, and the thought of the cartographer was pointing out the forging direction...

"The handwriting is so familiar."

With that in mind, Worcher has already started to operate.

Sulfur and magma sprayed high into the sky from the cracked cliffs, and the remnants of the ancient furnace were aroused, as if to help him complete the final steps.

Dust and tremors enveloped the world.

His ears could only hear breathing, and from a certain moment, the rhythm of this breathing became another person.

Then Vauciel saw:

In the dim giant long hall, an immature craftsman apprentice is drawing. He endures loneliness and coldness, and repeatedly picks up his pen with the help of faint firelight in the depressing depths of the ground. The production of the ghost map is quite complicated. A magic splash If you can't control the Huili, you have to start all over again...

His face is full of determination, he grows up slowly, the flames in his eyes never go out, and there are hundreds or thousands of drawings in his hands.

"Arthur..."

Wauciel lifted his head weakly.

The sky is full of stars, like a vast sea of ​​sand, surrounding itself.

His eyes were moist, his old cheeks trembled slightly, and he felt proud and distressed - Arthur had endured no less hardships than himself in these years.

Guided by Mingtu, the ball of light slowly condenses into the main body on the [Lengshu handle].

The essence of the melted and purified Mijia ore was melted into the ax head, and the sap of the moon ring paved the way of magic along the decoration.

From front to back, from gray to deep black, the line draft of dwarves' glorious period, the ancient style still retains the style of the old god era, with the blessing of various elements...

Let it have its own majesty overlooking the entire Osua continent!

The howling new wind rolled up the snow foam, and the thunder floated in the lowering clouds. It seemed to be brewing, and the night seemed to be compressed above the heads of the Dua tribe.

The craftsmen stood on the street, praying to the phantom of Cienbio.

Apprentices who had never seen the world huddled in a corner. This was a rare experience in their life except for the "Day of God Forging", and the seeds of forging began to take root.

The merchants have given up meaningless quarrels, and instead joined the mercenaries and laborers, waiting for the arrival of weapons.

The eyeliners of the ancient tribes were alarmed. In the woods, in the narrow alleys, in the dark cubicles, and in the hidden street corners, the people under the hoods and masks had different expressions.

"Spiritsmith, weapon..."

Numerous encrypted messages were spread.

The frozen ground of Palotusbi trembled slightly, and their deep and terrifying eyes were looking at this place. They first focused on their old enemies, and then on their surrounding allies, fearing that the other party would be the owner.

All kinds of information in the black market are bought and sold.

The hundred things rack was full of excitement, and even the most difficult people became active.

Stephen obsequiously opened the door to the secret room.

Anyone who is deceived by the smile on his face will be slowly guided, and will be swallowed up in the end.

The guests tonight are very important, even the black-skinned maids can't get on the table, and the room is full of living legends in the North, and everyone wants to get the most accurate clues.

Marengu had said hello in advance, so Baiwujia raised the price very high, and every guess of the employers was rejected by shaking their heads, but in the end, everyone could only leave doubts at the end of the confidential letter.

Who is she?
Stephen raised his head, crossed the disputed negotiating table, and met a person in the corner.

The man nodded suddenly, parted his thin lips slightly, and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything, he pursed it into a gentle arc, covered half of his face with the hood, and left the secret passage ahead of time.

……

Ma Lungu waited until it was twilight in apprehension.

"It's not enough, it hasn't come yet."

Ken was in no hurry.

His face was as calm as ever.

The battle ax was suspended in the air, turning slowly in the hot waves, as if staring at everyone present, any frizz and anxiety would be caught by it.

[All things have spirits, you must not underestimate your weapons. 】

At a certain moment, the surrounding brightness suddenly increased.

Ken stood up abruptly, raised his head, and looked at the sky in the middle of the canyon on both sides:

The morning light blows away the dark clouds that lingered all night, breaks through the haze, and sweeps away everything. The cruel and wild land in the northern border is gently brushed by at this moment...

Aurora was blasted away.

Xienbio's phantom faded in the twilight, and at the last moment before he disappeared, he dropped the heavy hammer, knocked Voucher to the ground, completely shattered something similar to the "Godhead", and destroyed The path of mortals to greatness.

That's part of the price.

The boiling air around slowly calmed down.

The battle ax named [Dawn and Twilight] fell steadily. It seemed to have cut off some kind of prejudice and stubbornness. It was deeply shaken into the solid stone bricks, and clear cracks spread to Ken's feet.

He took a step forward, stepped on the shattered fragments, and came to the front silently.

"The battle banner of Thornton Kaya, Ken Bouvier."

He introduced himself very solemnly.

Quiet snowflakes fell, the biting cold wind from the north passed through the canyon again, and the clear sunlight slanted through the clouds, like countless sharp swords cutting through confusion.

The tail halberd of the battle ax kept shining.

Ken adjusted his breathing, took off his pitch-black gloves, and stretched out his arms while firing arcs of fire...

Forging deep valleys, the transition from twilight to darkness, the two are intertwined and mixed.

The young man with the face of southern Xinjiang stood between the intersection lines, the blue flames soared, breaking all the boundaries between light and darkness, and burning independently and proudly.

Coincidence, fate?
Of course, as if it should have been.

He stretched out his hand and clenched the... battle ax named [Dawn and Dusk].

　Thanks to the boss of "Very Leisure" for the reward~
　　There are other rewards let me take my time...

　　It’s been a long time since I edited this chapter, but I found out that it’s past 12 o’clock after finishing it. Well, it’s my problem. Hey, I have to eat, so I still focus on work, but I still want to take the story I want to write seriously, sorry. , Starting from tomorrow, there should be no need to work overtime, and there will be more updates at that time, thank you for your tolerance, I have seen your encouragement!
　　
　
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