Born to be a dragon I'm sorry!

Chapter 13 Guess what, just swing the hammer and you're done!

It is not difficult to integrate magic power into the flames, the difficulty is how to control the power and prevent it from crossing the line of destruction.

The old Italek couldn't do that.

But in the long-term forging, his control over the raging fire has gradually improved a lot.

Especially after developing the Drama Burning Curse, Itarek can create flames anytime and anywhere, and every strand of flame contains the infusion of magic power!
However, if you want to forge weapons with magical flames, it is also a severe challenge to have a huge magical capacity to maintain the flames for a long time.

As it happens, Italek's body is a genuine black dragon.

In addition, since he was born, he has never stopped absorbing and tempering magic power, which also makes Itarek's magic power capacity far exceed the imagination of any giant dragon, and it is no problem to support a weapon forging!
After thinking about it, Itarek began to rummage in front of his brand new blacksmith's bench.

Regardless of whether it works or not, try it first before talking, anyway, if you fail, you will not lose a piece of meat!

Among the colorful dragons, the black dragons usually like to stay in hot and dry places, and most of the ores are also on their recipes, which also makes Italyk have a natural ability to distinguish minerals.

The other troll blacksmiths who admired Italyq would never think of it.

The reason why Itarek can find the most needed ores to make weapons every time is actually only because these ores appear in his recipe...

"Well, let's use some bluestone, add more spider vein ore, and finally use black iron ore and fine steel as the main body."

Like a picky aunt who is shopping in the vegetable market.

Italek let his intuition trust his horse to make a choice, and the bamboo basket was filled with various ores in a short while.

Pull the bellows, and hot sparks fly out.

The oncoming heat wave was like a breeze. Without even blinking his eyes, Itarek swung the hammer duangduangduang and smashed it down like a storm, forcing the reserved minerals out of their comfort zone with ample force, becoming You have me I have you.

Various Ore (Super Loud): I don't want to make friends.

Itarek (covering the opponent's mouth): No, you want to!

The gentle magic power became irritable under the deliberate guidance, dancing and burning on the blacksmith's table heartily and recklessly with a little bit of ignited anger.

The fire is like a ribbon wrapped around the hammer.

With every round of Italek's arms, the magnificent flame will reluctantly draw a graceful arc in midair, and then return to the earth under the guidance of the great force of Pei Ran. With a clanging sound, it smashed into the red weapon embryo!

Beads of sweat rolled on Jing Chi's body.

Just like the amazing carving art of ancient Greece, it interprets the beauty of muscle and strength between beatings again and again.

Italek could feel the magic power in his body flowing away like a trickle. Correspondingly, the feeling of forging this time has never been so handy.

Every ray of flame seemed to be an extension of his limbs, deeply penetrating into the rapidly changing embryo.

Impurities are removed, ores are refined.

This unbearably hot forging lasted for a whole day, and even Itarek felt a little pressure, and about [-]% of the magic capacity like a reservoir was consumed.

on the contrary.

When the last hammer fell with force, Itarek knew that his guess had come true!
A whole bucket of dark red animal blood was poured on Yu Wen's still remaining beheading axe, and the rising white mist couldn't block Italek's satisfied sight.

The trolls believe that cooling a weapon with blood after it has been forged will imbue it with the blessing of killing.

For other weapons, this may just be a ridiculously stupid superstition.

But putting it on this first magic weapon destined to create a precedent in history has become the most authentic description of its bright future!
Lovingly caressing the blood-stained axe, Itarek looked at it with undisguised love.

The smooth ax blade has not been polished, and it already shows the deep coldness that penetrates the bottom of the heart. The thick and heavy ax handle is less than half a meter. Brutal strength!

Perhaps it was because Italek felt extremely hot today.

After eliminating the impurities, the various minerals formed a harmonious unity with each other, making the hardness of this beheading ax reach the pinnacle of current weapons in the world!

If you fight with a weapon forged by Fanhuo, you will be crushed by the beheading axe within a few rounds.

Once the war breaks out.

This beheading ax will become the meat grinder on the battlefield, the absolute focus of the flesh and blood grinder!
Itarek's fingertips lightly brushed the ax mouth, and a stream of blood gushed out, which made him surprised, and his eyes looking at the beheading ax became more and more fiery.

The greedy nature of the black dragon was about to move, Italek subconsciously licked his lips.

Minglong doesn't speak dark words.

He took a fancy to this beheading ax and didn't want to hand it over to the country!
This is the first magic weapon that he personally forged.

Even if there will be more excellent existences than it in the future, the double first kill of history and life is destined to make the commemorative significance of this beheading ax in the eyes of Itarek explode on the spot——! !

Slowly removes some of the effects of Transfiguration.

I saw pieces of black dragon scales emerging from the surface of Itarek's thick arms, and his eyes became the iconic dragon pupils.

If other trolls were present, this terrifying scene would make even the bravest troll warrior scream in terror!

"Drink, drink, the child I shaped with my own hands, let me see a more perfect you."

Itarek took the initiative to use the beheading ax to break open his own dragon scales, allowing him to drink the scalding dragon blood, completing a brutal and extravagant enchantment in the dark.

It seems to have absorbed the power of the dragon's blood.

The surface of the beheading ax is painted with a layer of deep red that cannot be wiped off, and the more violent and vast power of the black dragon is restrained in the depths, only waiting for an existence qualified to be its driver to hold the ax handle firmly.

Set off a bloody killing storm, or be ruthlessly abandoned under the ravages of too generous power!
Desperately raised the murderous weapon.

The identity of the creator and the bestower of the dragon's blood made it completely show no rebelliousness, and even sent out bursts of friendly humming in Italek's hands.

Gazing deeply at the weapon like a lover, Itarek whispered.

"The teacher who led me on the road of forging once told me to treat every weapon I forged with my own hands as my own companion. For a long time, I felt that this statement was too exaggerated, until you are in my hands born...

Your greatness is soaked in my blood, and your affiliation is destined to belong to me alone!
But as the first partner I identify with.

Before leaving Zangula, I think I should choose a suitable person who is qualified to possess you temporarily, so as to see how capable you are. "

puff-

It was as if he had understood Italek's words.

A cluster of hot flames ignited from the ax blade out of thin air, and spread to every corner in the blink of an eye.

Just like a ferocious beast that is ready to go and wants to win the heart of its master, it only needs to give an order, and it will tear up all the enemies in front of it without hesitation, just in exchange for a heartfelt praise!

The brutal blade is forged.

After tonight.

In the ancient history of trolls, there is destined to be an extra tyrannical blade that brings endless death! !
Italek held the decapitating ax high, and whispered in the darkness the name that was enthusiastically pursued by countless trolls who were unwilling to be mediocre in the later generations.

"In the name of Xuetu Deathblade, let's tear up the darkness that has shrouded Zangula for hundreds of years——!"

(End of this chapter)