Ride and Cut

The blade has a fierce arc, which can maximize the power of slashing.

　　 The blade is as mirror-like as a mirror, and the blade has a shallow wavy line formed by the burnt blade. Under the sun, it shone with a chilling cold light.

　　 flicked his fingers, his voice was as clear as a dragon chant, showing how transparent the texture is. The lord pulled off a piece of hair and gently waved it along the blade.

　　"噌"

　　 With a soft whistle, the hair is divided into two parts at once.

　　 "Huh!" A group of people watching the excitement suddenly exclaimed.

　　 "I'll try." Abu was still a little unbelieving, and suddenly got into trouble squeezing a piece of leg hair from Gunther's leg, and let go of his finger on the blade sideways.

　　 The hair fluttered down, with a particularly slight force, but it still broke into two at the moment it touched the blade.

　　 "Are you owed a beating?" Gang Manzi rubbed his calf fiercely, grinning with a grinning face.

　　 "Blowing and breaking hair, great." Lord Lord whistled.

"Fourteen times of folding and forging are mixed with windmilled mountain copper one by one to make the texture uniform. The earthen burnt blade takes into account the sharpness of the blade and the strong back of the blade. According to the latest liquid balance theory, it is quenched with tiger urine and butter respectively." Saito Chief Sri is very proud.

"In terms of craftsmanship, it is stronger than that of my time, and in terms of materials, it is beyond the present. It can be said that it is a fusion of the advantages of the two eras." He shrugged, "To be honest, even I am very curious about what heights it will achieve. ."

The name of the maker is engraved on the back of the knife as usual, but as a trial work, almost all masters have contributed to its birth. The long name extends from the knife to the end, representing the group’s wisdom.

　　 "Are there tigers in our mountain castle now?" Lord Lord asked curiously when he heard the lake urine.

　　 In response, several tiger hunters who were watching the excitement coughed awkwardly.

　　 Richard was shocked, and forced his laughter back, "Try it or you will know."

　　 The ordnance manufacturing of Gaoshan Fort has gone through several stages of development.

　　 Re-melting and forging with trophies of uneven quality is considered the first-generation standard weapon. The iron quality itself is very poor, and the blacksmiths can't get back to the sky even if they rush to work, they can only be said to be unremarkable. After that, he quickly withdrew from the stage of history, and piled up in the warehouse.

　　 Later, he mines, smelts iron, and forges himself, and is a weapon and armor carefully manufactured by a dwarf blacksmith. Whether it is ore grade, forging level, and even design ideas, they are already quite good. This is the second-generation standard weapon, which has been equipped to this day.

　　 And now this magic grain stainless steel weapon mixed with a certain amount of windmilled mountain copper powder, will not be unexpectedly the third generation. Before it is fully installed, it has to compete with two generations of predecessors.

　　 "Abel, raise the knife."

　　 With an order, the majestic Shire centaur grabbed the freshly-baked magic-patterned steel long knife, and turned it sideways with a chisel.

　　 Richard himself was holding the long sword that he had just seized when he set foot in the wilderness. It was piled up in the warehouse for a few years without seeing the sun, and it was already rusty, making the veterans of the mountain fort a long time thinking about their pains and sweetness.

　　 Accompanied by the "Woo" burst, a textbook-like hack.

　　 Richard lighted his hand, only a half-cut sword remained. The tip of the front sword fell to the ground, and the fracture was fairly smooth. On the long knife in Abel's hand, only some not so obvious scratches could be seen.

　　 "It's an exaggeration to cut the iron like mud." The lord said that he had another weapon in his hand.

　　The typical representative of the second generation product, the cavalry scimitar used by the centaur. This time the contest was a little bit interesting. The two weapons "bited" a piece after they struck each other, at least they weren't directly cut off as before.

　　 But after the separation, the gap is still very obvious-the second-generation scimitar was chopped out of a gap close to half the width of the blade, and it was declared completely scrapped.

　　 And on the magic grain stainless steel long knife, there was barely a crack smaller than a grain of rice.

"A terrible improvement like the earth-shaking." Buckland observed for a long time with muddy eyes, slightly puzzled, "This grade of weapon is too gorgeous and too garish. If you hold it on the battlefield, you will definitely be treated as an enemy. Targeted by noble officers."

　　 "You are too worried." Richard laughed at this concern, "In the future, the magic steel weapon will be the standard equipment of the manpower. There is nothing glaring or unobtrusive."

　　 "Also, the best way to hide a gold coin is to hide it in a pile of gold coins." Old Baihu nodded.

　　 "Next, just start producing at full power." Lord Lord slammed his fist, "I see who can match our high mountain castle in the future!"

　　 A gang of soldiers and officers of the Ripper was suddenly excited, and they wanted to put on the new equipment and fight a battle immediately. Unfortunately, at the current production rate, they must still be waiting.

　　 "Richard!" Annie ran over from the hillside like a gust of wind, and said breathlessly: "There is a magician who claims to be your acquaintance, waiting for you in the living room."

　　 "My acquaintance?" Lord Lord asked a question mark on his forehead.

　　 The magicians he knows can go back and forth with two hands. It stands to reason that no one should appear in the Northeast Province.

　　 "Did he say his name is?"

　　 "Du Pont, he said his name is Du Pont." The half-elf businessman put his hands on both cheeks, "Almost so fat!"

　　 Richard was taken aback~www.readwn.com~Oh, then I really have to go back and have a look. "

　　 "What is the origin of this Dupont, why is the shelf so big?" Buckland was very angrily, "I don't know how to send Zhang Baitie or something to say hello in advance."

　　 "That's no big background, it's just a mere magister." Richard laughed.

　　 The old white tiger shivered and his glasses almost fell off, "Really?"

　　 "Why lie to you."

　　 As soon as I heard that he was actually a magister, except for the Lord Lord himself who was also comfortable, everyone else immediately took it seriously.

　　 Ordinary emerging new territories, if it can usher in the presence of a high-ranking mage, it is definitely a huge honor. Even if the development of Gaoshan Fort is exceptionally smooth, it still depends on the shaman to support the scene, and there is not even a decent mage.

　　 "In my mind, everyone has more weight than the Magister." Lord Lord lowered his voice and said affectionately.

　　 "Hush~It's disgusting." Everyone yelled at him, "Hurry up, there is nothing to worry about here."

　　 When Richard walked into the living room, he saw a dough-white old man wearing a purple mage robe, sipping tea slowly.

　　 For most wizards, the robe is very loose, there is really no extra fabric wrapped around him, and people can't help but worry about whether it will crack.

　　 is not Du Pont.

　　 "Master, why are you here." Richard sat down beside him.

　　 "I'm going to the northwest. I was very sleepy after flying for a day." Du Peng rubbed his eyes, "I just remembered that I had a little acquaintance in the northeastern province. Take a break and take a look at you."