Born to be a dragon I'm sorry!

Chapter 14 Molten Iron King!
Tolisso, who forgot to sleep and eat, finally fell asleep for a while, and a shocking news immediately blew him up.

Too late to put on shoes and cloak.

Tolisso's impatient figure surpassed a large group of guards and servants, rushed into the palace in a hurry, and saw Italek who had been waiting for a long time.

As soon as he saw the famous royal blacksmith, Tolisso's eyes were attracted to the weapon in his hand like a magnet.

What a perfect weapon that is!

Every line of the body is interpreting the aesthetics of violence. The broad and sharp axe blade makes people have no doubts about its sharpness of cutting iron like mud. vertical!

"This, what is this?"

Adam's apple rolled down.

Even though he had heard the news beforehand, Tolisso still cautiously confirmed it with hope.

"As you can see, Your Majesty, my forging skills have made a new leap forward, and I call this latest achievement a magic weapon."

Italek ignored the troll king's fiery gaze and handed the blood slaughter blade to Tolisso.

"If nothing else happens, this weapon should have the ability to directly hurt the Soul Eater. You can try it yourself."

"Good, good, good!"

Tolisso was overjoyed.

The fierce struggle and resistance that came from the weapon in his hand seemed to be alive, which made him happy instead of surprised. After all, the more extraordinary and refined the performance, the more likely it will be effective against the Soul Eater!
"If this is true, you will be the eighth honorary nobleman of Zangula from now on!!"

"It is my honor, Your Majesty."

"Come here, bring all the soul-devouring monsters in the prison!"

The muscles on Tolisso's arm were tense, and it could be seen that the attempt to subdue the blood slaughter blade brought him great pressure.

However, relying on his iron will and his own strength, Tolisso managed to barely win the approval of the Blood Slaughter Death Blade, weakening the resistance of this proud weapon.

However, before Toliso could breathe a sigh of relief, the majestic force rushed into his body unexpectedly!

The whole person seemed to burn instantly.

Pei Ranweili from the diluted dragon's blood unceremoniously ignored Tolisso's own opinion, and his generosity almost formed a curse, pouring into every blood vessel continuously and violently!
Wisps of green smoke filled the air, and Tolisso's body rose up little by little amid painful moans.

Finally, under Itarek's amazed gaze, the troll king had grown to a height of more than five meters, which was considered a small giant even among trolls.

My blood still has this effect?So what happens if you take it directly?
Hide the doubts that arise in an instant in your mind.

As if looking at a piece of work he made himself, Itarek circled around Toliso who was adapting in amazement.

"How do you feel, Your Majesty?"

"...I've never felt so powerful!"

Tolisso slashed the beheading ax vigorously, and the sharp slash instantly left a deep ravine on the ground of the palace.

The expression of amazement was fully revealed, and the eyes looking at Italek seemed to be looking at some peerless treasure, so hot that Italek took two steps back silently.

A dozen or so Soul Eater imprisoned in a special cage were quickly brought up by the attendants.

The trolls who have been enemies of the Soul Eater for a long time are not helpless. On the contrary, under the threat of their lives, they have also found some measures that can have an effect on the Soul Eater. They are used to study this terrible creature in order to find their weaknesses.

Actually.

Italek can also be sure that Tolisso is secretly cultivating a large number of voodoo priests.

After all, before the appearance of magic weapons, the only one that could effectively harm the Soul Eater was this ancient profession.

However, due to the harsh requirements for talents, I am afraid that no matter how much Tolisso develops the number of voodoo priests, the number of voodoo priests will not be exaggerated. After all, the soldiers must bear the responsibilities of the main force and cannon fodder.

But with the addition of magic weapons, the warriors who were not good at fighting against the Soul Eater will inevitably change, and the threat to the Soul Eater will also rise in a straight line!
Compared with the few voodoo priests, that is the real army against countless Soul Eaters!

Take a deep breath.

Tolisso looked at the Soul Eater, who was constantly hitting the cage railing under the instinct of longing for life, and hadn't felt such a tense moment for a long time.

Step into the prison without fear.

Tolisso remained motionless in the face of the roaring Soul Eater, posing in a standard beheading posture.

Immortal Tenisar, if you exist, let your glory shine on the trolls...

Swah——

The flaming dragon fire, accompanied by the slash of the ax blade, flowed and stagnated in the air, forming a slashing trajectory shaped by flames.

When the Soul Eater hit it with the Blood Slaughter Death Blade, the pit was split into two neatly without making a sound, and the raging dragon fire also swallowed up the wreckage in an instant. Only a handful of burnt ashes remain!

All the trolls who witnessed the scene in front of them all involuntarily opened their mouths wide, their eyes filled with unbelievable shock.

It is common sense among trolls to attack the Soul Eater with a sword only when it is absolutely necessary.

But right now.

This sloppy execution completely overturned the cruel truth summed up by hundreds of years of blood and tears of trolls!

From now on, the illusory Soul Eater will also be able to be injured by sharp blades made by mortals!
"This magical weapon was forged by a master of molten iron. Since then, the Zangula troll has an eighth honorary nobleman. Does anyone have any objections?"

Toliso looked around in a deep voice.

Crash.

All the trolls in the surroundings knelt down on the ground with tears streaming down their faces, and no one had the slightest objection.

"very good."

Tolisso nodded in satisfaction, and after calming down a little, he stepped forward and patted Itarek on the shoulder vigorously.

"In the name of King Zangula, I give you the title of Iron Molten King. I hope that the magical weapon forged by you can open up a new and bright future for trolls!"

"I will fulfill my mission."

Italek said calmly.

"No matter what material you need, I will provide it to you on behalf of all the Zagula trolls, and I have only one request, and that is to build as many such weapons as possible, the more the better!"

After a pause, Toliso asked solemnly.

"Are you willing to teach others your craft? If more people can learn it, there will be a lot more chances of winning against the Soul Eater."

"I am willing, Your Majesty, but this is not a technology that can be mastered casually. Perhaps for a long time, I am the only one who can create this weapon."

"...Then try your best, even if you fail, it doesn't matter."

Toliso patted Italek's shoulder with a palm the size of a cattail fan.

"I can already confirm that if you want to make the future of the Zangula Troll flourish, you are an indispensable part of it, even more important than me!"

Toliso didn't know.

The eighth nobleman conferred by himself will become the most mysterious legendary figure in the history of trolls.

He brought the first magic weapon with miraculous effects that appeared in history, and made an indelible contribution to the weak Zangula to break free from the shadow of the Soul Eater, but disappeared mysteriously on the eve of the birth of the great Golden Dynasty!

He is worshiped by countless troll blacksmiths and has become a symbolic totem belief in blacksmithing.

Legend has it that he even broke the shackles of lifespan, and a very small number of lucky ones can get the weapons he personally presented, stirring up the wind and clouds on the world stage and becoming a famous legend!

But wait until they return to their old place.

The other party has mysteriously disappeared, and it is recognized as one of the top ten unsolved mysteries in the world!

No one knows where he went, how he spent such a long time, and what is the secret of longevity.

All of this is buried in the dust of history.

There are only a few words left, which have caused countless scholars who seek the truth to scratch their heads:

978 years in prehistoric history.

The birth of the Zangula troll civilization, the eighth nobleman, and the birth of the Molten Iron King are celebrated by the whole country!

(End of this chapter)