Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1253 1225. [Smaug] [Fang of the Demon Wolf]

After being happy, the leader of the second group raised his hand and patted Lan En on the shoulder to remind him.

"The [Power Release] obtained from the materials obtained from this Devil's Dragon is very fierce. Even among the many other equipment that can be used to obtain [Power Release], it is one of the fiercest ones."

"Don't be impulsive when using it, otherwise you might actually break your own fist bones!"

Lan En nodded at this, but he wasn't really worried about it.

In the normal development of a person, the strength of muscles after training should exceed the bearing capacity of bones.

So it is possible that the tense muscles may break the bones.

This is the limitation of physiological structure.

But Lan's own bones and muscles have been strengthened, and bone strengthening precedes muscle strengthening.

The longer the strengthening time, the deeper the degree of strengthening.

Even the honeycomb structure inside the bones seems to be more scientific and better able to withstand pressure.

Besides, although his [Tendon Coil] increased muscle output, it also increased defense.

The force exerted by the muscles on the bones must first be partially channeled by the steel cables spread throughout the muscle layers before it falls on the bones.

It would be strange if you couldn't bear it.

However, even though his body structure has surpassed that of ordinary people, the side effects of the [Power Release] brought about by the [Essence of the Lord of the Mist Nest] should not be underestimated.

After just a short while, Lan En actually felt his muscles a little sore.

This meant that even with his endocrine system, it was unable to metabolize the sudden increase in lactic acid accumulation.

Then Lan En moved his body again to fully adapt himself to the movement of this armor.

Then a series of seals were released, and just as Berengar said, the strength of the seals was greatly enhanced.

No wonder when he first met Gerd, that fellow from the Bear School worked so hard to make money to upgrade his school's armor.

Compared to the strength of the seals that ordinary demon hunters practice on their own, the improvement brought by equipment is too great and too immediate.

However, Lan En himself has never felt much about this.

After all, his magic power continued to grow as his body became stronger.

"This set of armor and this set of blueprints need a name!" The leader of the second phase group raised his hand with great confidence, as if announcing some important news. "A resounding name! This is the first set of ancient dragon-level equipment produced by our processing shop!"

As for Berengar, who was standing next to him, pursed his lips as if he was trying hard to hold back his complaints after the one-eyed bald man started talking.

Seeing this, Lan En also blinked blankly.

"【Evil Dragon of Lonely Mountain·Evil Gold】!"

The other party said in a very proud voice. And almost the next moment, he was praised by his disciples.

"What a great name! So impressive!"

The shirtless, sweaty-armed apprentice in the processing room was the first to start a commotion; it looked like he was still working.

This was followed by a wave of approval.

There is no doubt that this name is in line with the aesthetic taste of local craftsmen.

But Lan stood with Berengar, and the two of them lowered their heads and whispered.

"It doesn't matter what they are called here." Berengar said with gritted teeth, "But if you go back and still call it this name? Then I won't dare to say that I made it up! This name is too..."

Lan En nodded in agreement, as if nothing more needed to be said: "Why not just call him Smaug?"

So while a group of New World craftsmen were having fun, the real name of this set of armor had already been decided.

Lan began to jump lightly on the ground, getting himself used to the weight of the new armor.

The function of this set of armor is not as simple as Berengar said.

The addition of [Thick Hide of the Mist Nest Lord] adds some characteristics of the New World armor.

Even if the monsters in the New World are dead, their materials are stripped from their corpses and put on equipment, but their materials are still "alive".

This exaggerated vitality and activity, coupled with the essence of the monsters above, brings not only pressure but also strength to hunters!
If it is a set of armor made entirely of Tyrannosaurus materials, then according to legend, the wearer of this armor will always be tormented by the hunger and rage of the Tyrannosaurus Essence.

A portion of the Devil's twisted mental state will remain, continuing to oppress the wearer through its [Essence].

While giving him strength and endurance far beyond normal, the craftsmen even added chains to the outside of the armor made of Tyrannosaurus Rex material for the sake of caution.

In order to restrain the out-of-control armor and hunter at the critical moment.

This is also the reason why there is such a huge corpse of [Mist Nest Lord] lying in the arena, but few hunters dare to buy themselves a set of equipment.

The armor made of ordinary Tyrannosaurus materials was not something that ordinary people could bear, let alone the second-ranked [Mist Nest Master]!
But I heard that Winder has already placed an order. What a terrifying hunter.

The New World craftsmen who were not very smart had already started cheering, celebrating the first piece of armor made of ancient dragon-grade materials that was created in the processing room. The scorching furnace that was spewing out waves of hot air had no effect on them at all.

Berengar envied these heartless colleagues, but unfortunately, he was no longer at that age.

So Berengar, who was standing next to Lan, just touched his lower back and took out a dagger that was like a dagger in his hand.

"Take it." The old witcher turned the hilt of the knife upside down and pointed it at Lan.

Lan En lowered his head and took the knife.

The knife that was like a shorter one-handed sword in Berengar's hand was a dagger in his hand.

Lan pulled the blade slightly out of the sheath.

The black ripples of Valyrian steel looked beautiful and quiet on it.

The shape of the entire knife is actually an enlarged version of the dragon bone dagger he had in his hand before.

Before this, Lan had basically given all of his equipment to Berengar, including the dagger inserted in the armor belt.

He had thought Berengar had simply added a little more Valyrian steel to the dagger to make it fit his current hand.

But after pulling out the dagger, he saw a hint of dark blue on the blade, which shouldn't have appeared on Valyrian steel, which made him realize that this was not as simple as "adding a little steel".

"In addition to Smaug's dragon scales and skin, didn't you also bring a blue wolf skin and claws?"

The old demon hunter scratched his chin and looked at the 'dagger' with a troubled expression.

"I was thinking that since you always say that the dagger is too small, I would use the claws of the big wolf to modify your dragon bone dagger. But how can I say it?"

He stammered and smacked his lips, and he hesitated for a long time before asking.

"What kind of wolf is this that you killed?"

Zaglund, the first wolf recreated by Sauron, the Lord of Arda, in the Third Age, was given the same name as the ancestor of the wolf in the First Age ten thousand years ago.

"You used the claws of that wolf?" Lan En raised his eyebrows, but did not explain the origin of Zhao Geluin. "So what is the current situation of this knife?"

The history of the World of Arda is long and clear, because a group of essentially immortal elves were there for almost the entire time and remember everything.

It would be too troublesome to explain everything in one go, as it involves too many things.

"I don't know what's going on." Berengar shrugged. "Don't you need magical creatures to make Valyrian steel? I figured a wolf that big must be magical, so I added it in."

“And then this thing came out.”

Looking at this dagger blade that was obviously different from ordinary Valyrian steel weapons, Berengar was even more puzzled.

“I don’t know what the situation is, but I always feel that it should not be simple.”

As a forger, Berengar doesn't have the ability to figure things out, but he still has the feeling.

The sharpness of this dagger is extremely exaggerated, and that was before it was cast and polished.

A piece of ferocious jackal leather used to wipe the blade may even just happen to scrape the blade, and then a clean cut will appear without any error.

Berengar was so confused that he thought his brain was not working well and he forgot that he had already polished the edge of the blade.

And that's not all. Berengar always felt that even this sharpness seemed to be just the appearance of the dagger.

Lan En placed the blade of the dagger in front of his eyes, his eyes becoming deep.

"It's a good dagger." After taking a look at it, he smiled and hung the large dagger that matched his body size on the belt of his new armor.

Berengar stared at Lan, and after waiting for about three seconds, he said "huh" in dissatisfaction.

"So, you already know what the deeper power of this dagger is, but you don't want to tell me?"

"Right." Lan smiled and tilted his head, "Because it makes your reaction very interesting."

The old witcher seemed to be teased and his mouth twitched speechlessly.

Lan and Fluff Ball received the new equipment and began to adapt.

Then he left the processing room, which was still celebrating the birth of the ancient dragon-level equipment in his hands.

Before this, Velvet Ball, Berengar and the leader of the second group had another conversation.

They said they didn't know that Lan En should have been notified first, but the person involved only found out about it by chance.

In the end, it was discovered that among the three guys, two were obsessed with novel forging technology and monster materials, while the other one was happily immersed in the joy of helping in the kitchen with his friends.

In short, I'm just very happy.

So this one notified that one, and that one pushed the notification to this one, and in the end, Lan En, the person who should have been notified the most, knew nothing at all.

But what can be done?

Looking into the big, watery eyes of the fluffy ball that is staring at you, are you going to hold the cat accountable?
This is wrong, I'm just a cute calico cat.JPG
(End of this chapter)