Hey, King!

2021-06-17

Chapter 7 Chapter 7 The Living Weapon
By Tormund Steelcast's temper, whatever Can't lose face in front of Dagon either. Now that he has seized the loophole in the production process of the Spark Iron Shop, he still has to use his brandy nose to complete the work in the fastest and best way?

Dagon and Doma didn't hear the knock at all, and that's why.

The two of them ran all the way, then stopped abruptly at the slightly slanted gate of the Starfire Iron Shop, and then probed into it. From the workshop, the residual heat of the stove scalded his face, and he could vaguely smell the alchemy potion mixed with sweat. Dagon didn't see Tormund, only saw the dwarf apprentice sitting on the ground dozing in the corner. The apprentice was not yet an adult, his face was full of tiredness, and he didn't know what happened before.

"We can only wake him up, otherwise what else can we do?" Doma shrugged, took a step forward, and stretched out his hand to the face of the dozing apprentice. I believe that in the next second, the apprentice's cheeks will be deformed. After all, Doma often strikes lightly.

"In the back!" A Jiangu clansman's face was saved by a cry from the backyard of the Starfire Iron Shop, it was Tormund's voice. "Come here quickly, you can go home when you're done!"

"Come on!" Dagon agreed, pulling Doma to rush over. They passed through racks of blacksmith tools, stoves, parts and supplies, and pushed open the low back door. There is a small open space behind the Starfire Iron Shop, which is reserved for loading and unloading. There are no orders now, so the place is completely empty.

Tormund was missing half of his body and couldn't stand for long, so he leaned against a lizard with a round face, round eyes, and round teeth. Beside him was the brandy-nosed dwarf blacksmith, holding a polearm wrapped in old dark brown leather. Judging from the rulers, chalks and tailoring tools on the small table between them, the two should be discussing how to add a protective holster to the weapon.

"Dad, this must be for me, right? Hehehe." Dagon rubbed his hands together excitedly, his swollen full beard opened like a peacock, and was about to explode with excitement.

While Doma was happy for her good friend, she was also envious. He has a large family, so even if he does adult ceremony or joins a hunting party, he will still use the old weapons and old armor of the big brother. Want a custom-made new weapon, it is estimated that it will be many years later. And he didn't have the adoptive father of the Weapon Master, and he didn't know how to design it at all. Maybe it's better to use standard weapons.

"Yes, this is an adult ceremony gift for you - it looks like you guessed it, it's really boring." Tormund snorted, although his face was hideous, he still couldn't hide the slightest trace of it. Joy and pride. "You were taught by me, and you have to have a commensurate weapon to show my ability. I know you can't wait, come and see!"

Dagon dashed to the adult birthday present— - At this moment, Tormund coughed very deliberately. "Oh, yes. Blacksmith Master, I'm here to pick up your work, please show it to me."

"He can't be considered Blacksmith Master." Tormund didn't save any face, But he didn't want to disturb the ritual ceremony, so he added another sentence: "But he explained (bragged) that he is indeed a Master in terms of weapons." It doesn't show up either. "In front of the Weapon Master, I won't show my ugliness. Here's the weapon, this is a long-handled battle axe, made of live steel."

Opening the wrapped leather, a full-metal weapon is reflected Dagon's eyes, and then couldn't escape. The tomahawk is a two-handed long weapon. The top of the weapon is the tip of the spear, and the hammer and axe blades are symmetrically arranged at a point downward. The tail section of the long handle has an oval tail with a gouge function.

"I didn't expect it to be this, very good!" Dagon almost jumped up, hurriedly grabbed it, and even wanted to hold it in his arms!
Seeing this weapon, Doma felt its danger and viciousness, and subconsciously took a step back and tilted her head.

"Since the Forge is willing to let me explain, then I'll make it difficult!" The bear lizard behind Tormund patted, and then stood up with its obedient assistance. "Dagon, this weapon has a lot of features, and it's going to be used in combination with all the techniques I've trained you before."

It's first a lance, not as far as a heavy spear, but also capable of long-range jabs The thorn function, which can be the first to grab the advantage of control range in battle. Unlike a simple lance, the long-handled battle axe has a hammer head and axe face that spread out like wings, which can act as a powerful deterrent. Imagine a fierce beast or a cavalry rushing over, and a long-handled battle axe is set up here to charge back. You definitely don't want the opponent to penetrate directly and continue to approach, but rather hope that the opponent hangs on the tip of the spear and stops, right?

There are more details on the design of the weapon. The hammer surface of Warhammer is specially cast with nine concave and convex "rear molars", which is to enhance the bite force when hitting the plate armor and breastplate with bevel design, it is not easy to slip away, and the impact can be more concentrated penetrate in. The surface of the axe is slightly curved, which can be used to increase the damage to unarmored opponents by cutting. Relying on some specially designed facets, the weapon has more points that can be used to stab out of thin air. Some hollow designs not only reduce the weight, but also increase the aesthetics of the design. The connection between the axe face, the hammer head and the long handle has been strengthened, so that both of these attached weapons can implement the action of a tow hook. Even the rivets on the tongue that connects the spear tip to the shank are four-pointed cones, which makes it possible to kill with a side slap.

Dagon looks at it carefully and likes it more and more. This is not a batch of cheap goods cast at one time, but an exquisite product that spends a lot of handwork, knocking the words "fight, killing" into every inch of the weapon. "This weapon is made of a whole piece of live steel," Tormund said, turning to look at Dorma, "I'll test you. Do you know what live steel is?"

Dorma quickly Standing at attention, replied: "I just know it can fix itself."

"Let Dagon tell you." Tormund's mouth twitched and his beard twitched.

"In addition to absorbing water, some underground plants can also absorb some metal minerals, which is mainly the result of the interaction between terrain force and element force, cave-Metal Element or cave-Earth Element, these two This combination is the most common," Dagon said.

"Collect this plant, cultivate it in an environment that strengthens the elemental power, and then treat it with fire mana and water mana, the wood element in the trunk is expelled, and it will eventually become lumpy Metal, this is living steel. Put it in water and soil, it can repair damage by itself, just like a living thing with regenerative ability.”

Because of the characteristics of plants, living steel is resistant to sunlight, Water, soil, and air all react. Live steel collected on the ground tends to be greenish and uses photosynthesis to repair itself. The plants in the underground cave have never seen the daylight, so the live steel is a bit purple, and the strong sunlight will reduce the self-healing effect.

Dagon answered well, as evidenced by the lack of criticism from the adoptive father. He put the weapon on the ground, the tip of the spear was slightly lower than himself, and his chin was almost on the side of the hammer - quite dangerous of course. He picked up the long-handled battle axe and swayed the weight, while looking for the center of gravity. This is a long-handled swinging weapon with a center of gravity very close to the end of the hammer, axe, and spear.

"Dorma, you happen to be here, and I won't let you go on an errand for nothing." Tormund raised his chin, blew his beard from his mouth, and waved at the blacksmith like a finger. . "Go get a weapon and help Dagon get used to it. Get the real guy."

"Get the real guy? It'll hurt people."

"Dagon said you're going hunting too. Team, wild beast can't be sympathetic, you must be prepared to face life and death. Dagon won't kill you, but he can help you experience it in advance. Hurry up, if you behave well, I will teach you a trick. "

"Dagon, don't blame me for being ruthless for a while!"

Doma charged ahead like a wild dog, and then ran back with a machete.

On the other hand, Dagon was not idle, he took the time to adapt to the center of gravity and weight of the weapon, tried the strength needed for quick swings and stops, and let his arms, shoulders, chest, abdomen, buttocks and legs feel inertia. When Doma came back, he stood in a lunge with his front and back feet, the long-handled axe was flush with the medicine, and the long-handle was placed on his hips, his hands one after the other grasped.

"You bastard, are you trying to kill someone?" Tormund snorted immediately when he saw this gesture. "What are you thinking about? Can you keep your hands in that position?"

Dagon blinked, nodded and said, "I was wrong, just thinking about the most ruthless. I'll change the stance."

He raised the long-handled battle axe to his shoulders, the front hand was in the middle of the long handle, and the back hand supported the relatively heavier "three-in-one weapon" "part. In this way, the original tail is facing forward, posing a threat with the advantage of the long handle.

"It's not too bad, otherwise it's not easy to be a human being." Tormund was relieved, and reached out to scratch a specific part of the bear lizard's belly, and soon he heard the snoring of the mount. He had to go to sleep first, or else he would have diarrhea from being too nervous—it's old, and Tormund doesn't want to clean.

The tail is pointed forward, the center of gravity is behind and fully supported, which gives the long handle great maneuverability. When Doma slashed with the knife, using the pivot to enlarge the moving distance, Dagon swung the long handle to knock the machete sideways.

If he swings his tail back and jabs forward, he can hit Dorma in the throat or face straight from the midline, dealing lethal damage. Fortunately, now that the tail is in front, the control is simpler, and he has more energy to overcome the killing action that has formed muscle memory, and uses a side slide and weapon recovery action to reopen the distance.

If it is the heavier side, it is very likely that it cannot be retracted, and it will directly stab people to death with the tip of a spear.

Tormund naturally saw this action of recycling, and the blacksmith of brandy nose also understood it, and knew the outcome in his heart. However, Doma only saw Dagon retreat, so he naturally chased after him. When the machete slashed down, he knew how to put his arms in front of his chest, lest he really slash his good friend.

First I heard a bang, and then I felt a pain in my wrist. Doma looked down and found that the machete had been shot to the ground, and there were clear impact scars on the back of his hand and wrist. When did it hit? Tormund lifts the head, only to find a shadow covering his face.

The blade of the tomahawk hovered just above his forehead.

"How did I almost die?" His legs didn't tremble, which was enough to be a good hunter.

(end of this chapter)