Edge of the Apocalypse

Finally arrived in the small town of Van Der West. ?E小‥■? Say www.e　iash?

Seeing a few families in the town, the only tavern is too small to be as small as the bedroom of the young master Leon, the young master of the William family has a bitter expression on his face. I thought I would have a good time in the small town. The result is that this kind of bird doesn't shit, and it doesn't have to spend any money. In a tavern in this kind of place, you can buy a large glass of bitter ale for one dollar. You really don’t want to be more expensive. When he got out of the car, Leon was already considering whether to find a woman who was still pretty good, and talk about a calm and clear love.

Lucy temporarily accompanies Leon to the tavern, while Alan personally finds Bavent's iron shop. Early in the morning at the iron shop, the chimney on that house kept smoking out. Anyone familiar with Bavent knows that this blacksmith has been weird lately. Not only did I get rid of all work, but also got up to work early every day, which was unimaginable before.

The door of the iron shop was hidden, and Allen raised his hand to buckle and called the blacksmith's name. There was an old man's voice inside, "The door is unlocked, won't you roll in by yourself?"

Allen pushed in.

The room was like a furnace, with the heat boiling.

Barwent was naked, wearing a pair of loose trousers, standing barefoot. He turned his back to Alan, and kept hammering at the stove. On the black hammer, the head of the hammer was red, and the body of the hammer was even more scattered with blue smoke, which was obviously extremely hot. Bawint is unconscious, knocking down with one hammer, mechanical, but every movement is extremely precise.

Alan stood behind him not daring to disturb.

With another hammer down, Bawent put down the hammer and reached into a nearby iron basin. The basin was full of clear water. As soon as his hands entered, the clear water suddenly became black and red. After washing his hands, the old blacksmith turned his head. Glancing at Allen, he picked up a hip flask next to him and took a sip, then wiped off the wine stains on his beard, and said, "Horn's grandson?"

Allen nodded.

Bavente beckoned and motioned for him to go over. ?▋?E小▼Say www.eoshuo.o? Allen walked to the side of the stove without a word, and saw that the tools here were simple and crude. There was an anvil beside the stove with a blade of knife lying on it. The blade embryo was completely red, and the edge of the blade that was not yet open was even more red. After standing for a few seconds, Alan's forehead was already faintly sweaty, and he turned his head: "This is Qianjun?"

"Otherwise?" Barwent squinted his eyes and looked at the blade embryo on the anvil. "I will cut Qianjun's blade and the corners of the fragments sent by Master Horn, plus what kind of Vulcan The heart melts together. After making this knife blade, there is nothing more about it. Originally, I planned to inform Master Horn to come over. You are here, very good. I still need it today to be able to hit it. . But from now on, you have to complete the final steps yourself."

Allen didn't ask why, but directly nodded: "What should I do?"

Barwent saw him acting simply, and his eyes lost a little bit of coldness. He stepped forward, holding the hammer in one hand and fixing the blade with iron tongs in the other, then lifted the hammer to hit it down. Time after time, Tie Feng hit the knife embryo sparks everywhere, and from time to time a flame was ejected from the knife, no wonder the warmth in this room was amazing. Bavent hammered it ten times, then put down the hammer and looked at Allen: "How?"

Allen exhaled: "I will try."

The blacksmith stepped back and Allen stood in his place. Reached out to hold the iron front, and as soon as his palm touched the handle, he felt that the hammer was incredibly hot. Hold it tightly again, the place where the hand grasps is uneven. When he lifted the hammer, he felt the weight was amazing, and Allen was slightly surprised.

Bavent picked up the flask and said, "This thing and Qianjun are the same material."

Allen was relieved, then raised his hammer to beat. After knocking it several times, there was a pain in the palm of his hand, and a thread of blood leaked from the gap between the fingers, swimming down the hammer, and quickly steaming. But Alan's perception is so keen now that he immediately noticed that a wisp of pure aura remained in his blood and pressed into the blade embryo with the hammering action. As soon as the blood entered the blade embryo, a flame was immediately drawn out, and an indescribable feeling appeared between Alan and the blade embryo.

He paused, Bavente did not explain this time. ▼? E‥小? Said www.eoshu●Allen didn't ask either. He kept moving, repeating this boring mechanical action.

This knock took three full hours.

For the first hour, Bavente was drinking sullen wine next to him.

In the second hour, Bavente dozed off beside him.

In the third hour, the old blacksmith looked at the back of Alan swinging his hammer without blinking his eyes.

When three hours came, he called to stop. Allen put down the hammer, his palm was rubbed with blood from the iron bump on the handle of the hammer. At this time, the blacksmith brought a basin of clean water and said: "Wash it, continue this afternoon."

Allen washed his hands and asked, "A few more days?"

"At least three days."

"Then I will find a hotel to stay."

Baven shook his head and said, "There is only one hotel in the town. The price is too dark, so just live in my house."

Allen gave a sincere smile: "That's better."

So the three of them moved into Bavent's house that same day, and Allen and Bavent worked in the iron shop. A hammer knife, one pointing at the side from time to time. Lucy takes care of the daily lives of these young and old men. It is rare that there is a young girl in the family. Lucy cleans up the blacksmith's house and cooks and cooks himself, which is also very busy. Only Leon was the big idler. This young master was so romantic and half-hearted that he had already made an appointment with the mayor's granddaughter in the tavern that night.

In the next few days, it was extremely boring that Allen was swinging in addition to swinging the hammer. The next day Leon also vowed to lay hands on Allen, and by the afternoon he had run out of sight. Allen took out his rare concentration and patience at his age, and swung a hammer for hundreds of times without being impatient. In the afternoon of the third day, the blade of the knife on the anvil was not as red as it was when I first saw it, and the red light on the knife became more restrained. As each hammer was swung down, as the pure blood continued to be injected into the blade embryo, Alan's connection with it became stronger and stronger.

He could feel the active fire source power in the blade embryo, and these source powers gradually resonated with it. When he remembered being counted by the Federation, the blade embryo was crimson, and the central source of the blade roared. When he thinks of Lucy and Catherine counting girls, he feels peaceful, the color of the knife is warm like jade, and the source of power is like a stream flowing slowly. In the twilight, Allen hit the hammer, remembering the determination in his mother's eyes when she said goodbye, the whole body of the knife blade lit up, bursting out red flames, and immediately hot smoke billowed from the iron floor. When the smoke dissipated, the blade was no longer red, and it was a deep vermilion red, with a faint flame lingering like smoke.

Bavente's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands: "It's done, it's the last process tomorrow."

Allen put down the hammer, reached into the basin, and washed away the blood from his palm. Looking at the long knife that can be completed by just one thread, the feeling of blood and flesh is connected. The long sword also echoed, and a red light flashed deep in the blade, like a dragon.

There was a noise outside the door.

Barwent frowned and pushed out the door. It happened that a few young people rushed past in a panic, but one of them was grabbed by the blacksmith and asked, "What are you doing in a panic?"

Seeing that it was a blacksmith, the young man shouted, "Come on, Master Bavente, the town is going to suffer. It is from the Iron Wolf."

"Iron Wolf? They are not in Grizzly Town, more than a hundred kilometers away, how come they came to us?"

"Who knows? Now the mayor is taking the guard with them to negotiate with them, but our guard has only a dozen people, and they can have fifty or sixty people, and they are fully armed!" The young man broke free from the blacksmith's hand: " I have to go home and have a look. Otherwise, I can only take my family to hide in the mountains, hey."

The blacksmith winked his eyes and turned back to the house to get the iron hammer. As soon as his hand touched the hammer, Allen gently pressed the back of his hand and said lightly: "I'll take a look."

There was a mess in the tavern.

Leon was still leaning on the chair, sitting on his lap with a pretty young woman. Hearing the noise outside, the girl fidgeted, Leon shook the bad drink in the glass and said: "Don't panic, isn't it just a small armed group. When I was hitting a stick on the surface a few years ago, I didn't miss it. The den of these violent bandits. Dear Juliet, you are waiting here, and I will go..."

Suddenly a figure passed by at the corner of his eye, and Leon looked at it calmly, and happened to see Alan winking at him. The young master shrugged: "Well, this limelight won't make it."

The girl named Juliet looked at him suspiciously.

Leon said angrily at Ellen’s away back, "I saw that guy didn’t, yes. That’s my brother, don’t look at him as tender, that guy is much better than me. Damn. , This guy with too good luck. He was promoted to level 25 accidentally, and I went up to two levels with all my hard work..."

Master Leon let out a long sigh~www.readwn.com~ He could only concentrate on this simple girl with fresh temperament on her legs. It's not bad to get used to big meals and occasionally change the light taste, Leon looked at the girl and thought with a smile.

On this day, the people in the town were in a mess. The iron wolf is a violent bandit. The men have been prepared desperately, while the women and children are hiding at home. Then they saw one of the young men in the blacksmith's house walking out of the village quietly a few days ago, and people couldn't guess his intentions. Then there was the roar of machine guns and explosions outside the town, but these sounds soon disappeared. The young man came back after a while, and nothing was unusual, except that the snow on the road melted quietly when he passed by.

From outside the town to the blacksmith's house, the young man stepped on a smooth path in the snow.

Until night fell, no one with an iron wolf appeared. Not long after, the mayor and the guard came back with weird faces. After another while, the young man who finally could not help but tormented by curiosity boldly went outside the town to take a look, but was immediately speechless. The snow in the open area outside the town was melted away, and dozens of charred bodies and some locomotive wrecks were lying on the bare ground.

Only the mayor and the guard knew that Allen left the town alone, set fire to the sky with both hands, and killed one-third of the Iron Wolf casually, while the rest were frightened and fled.