One Eyed Monster

"Sword?" Master Rao recalled Igor's words, he hadn't built a weapon for a long time.

This time he must have a good time.

Master Rao scooped up a spoonful of water and poured it on himself: "Oh ha ha ha ha, now we will move my muscles and bones."

The charcoal shook down into the oven in Master Rao's hand, and the flames in the oven swelled up, and the ironware lay quietly on the oven waiting to be burned red.

"Many blacksmiths use coal instead of charcoal. I don't know that charcoal can better burn these iron bumps." Master Rao said while pulling the bellows rhythmically, and soon the temperature of the entire blacksmith shop Rose up.

"Does the master need me to fight?" Igor asked.

"No, you don’t have to master this rhythm. You can only do a disservice. The fire needs to be as strong and as strong as possible, and it must be measured. You can’t just beat and beat casually. Of course, you can also forge casual beats, but the quality may not necessarily be there. That's great," Rao replied.

Making a sword is not as simple as the mask hoop just now. The sword is a big piece, and generally requires an apprentice to hit the side, especially when making a sword, the apprentice lifts the sledgehammer, the master holds the small hammer, the apprentice Follow the master's rhythm and instruct the red-hot iron to be beaten, and the master uses a small hammer to repair...

But Master Rao didn't need Igor to fight, he said he did it alone.

So Igor saw a very amazing picture.

Master Rao seemed to have suddenly grown a few arms. He raised a sledgehammer and a small hammer, ping-pong-pong-pong, and the red-hot iron gradually turned into a sword. Jingle, the small hammer in Master Rao's hand was repairing the outline of the sword.

"Every weapon must be integrated with the owner, how do you need to integrate, young man."

Igor was taken aback for a moment, he obviously did not understand what Master Rao meant.

"This sword belongs to you, but the entire soul of this sword is still in this anvil and quenching pool. How do you take the soul of this sword away?" Master Rao was still beating and burning. The red ironware has now become a sword.

"What kind of method do you use?" Igor scratched his head, he obviously hadn't encountered such a method!

"Well, there are so many weird things. Some use spiritual power to wrap the entire weapon, which is spiritual blessing in the traditional sense. But I think this method is not good. Some people use their own nails or hair to melt in. This method will As a result, there will be gaps and weaknesses after the entire weapon comes out..."

"The master, what do you think is the best way?" Igor asked curiously.

"I think the best way is to use your own blood, sprinkle your own blood when the sword is quenched, so that the sword can be with you before it is opened."

"Blood?" Igor scratched his head. Although he felt that what the master said was quite reasonable, he still couldn't bear it.

"Yes, your sword will eventually drink blood."

"Okay!" Igor made up his mind.

"Did you decide to quench with blood!" Master Rao asked.

"Yes!" Igor's face was firm.

"So take advantage of it now." The master smiled at Igor.

"Okay!" Igor found a knife, cut his arm away, and let blood drip down the sword with his fingers.

Zi Zi Zi-the master uniformly moves the sword he is building in his hand, so that a few drops of Igor's blood are evenly distributed on the sword body,

Then the master quickly put the blood-drenched sword into the quenching pool.

Hey-a puff of water vapor and white smoke rose up, and the red iron sword instantly became hard!

"The next step is to polish the peak!" Master Rao was very excited, obviously he was very hard to build this sword for Igor.

"Thanks for your hard work!" Igor wrapped a piece of cloth around the arm he had just cut, to stop the blood from flowing down.

"Polishing is also a delicate task, and it will be completely different at that time, but it still doesn't work. It takes a bag of cigarettes to polish it." Master Rao started smoking.

In this gap while waiting for polishing, Igor remembered that there was a question that had not been asked to Master Rao.

"Master, how did you get appointed here? According to your craft, you should have a place among the many blacksmiths in Rona!"

"Oh ha ha ha ha, well, it's actually very simple. I refused to make those masks for those in the alchemy workshop, so I was appointed here."

"Uh, so!" Seeing the mask hoop in his hand, Igor felt that the master was really a complicated person, "but why did the master make this mask hoop for me!"

"Well," Master Rao let out a smoke ring, "because of Agen's drawings."

"I don't understand." Igor said, he was very honest.

"I understand Agen, he made your mask hoop for you, so he will definitely make it for you. Since Agen can make it, it means you are not a bunch of **** in the alchemy workshop." The master said.

Igor nodded. He didn't expect the master's logic to be so simple. It was only because of his trust in a person that he was so determined.

"The facts have also proved that I was right, otherwise I would not build a sword for you." The master looked at Igor and blinked, sweat dripping from his tousled hair.

Igor didn't know what to say. He was only building a mask hoop for Cady, but in the end he got a sword...

"Okay, it's almost done!" Master Rao pulled the sharpening stone, and then began to sharpen the sword wheezing.

In the rhythmic hands of the master ~www.ltnovel.com~, the sword gradually gets a different light.

"This is the difference that hemolysis brings to the sword!" The master said with emotion, he was naturally very satisfied with this sword.

This was the first weapon he built after arriving in Gaga County, and it was a very careful creation.

After a while, the red iron lump before it became a gleaming sword in the hands of Master Rao!

The sword was shining, and it was illuminated by the fire in the oven under the polishing of the master, which directly made Igor couldn't help but exclaim, "Good sword!"

The master wiped the sword, as if looking at his beloved child, cautiously.

"Go for a name for this sword! Master!" Igor said, he could hardly restrain the impulse in his heart!

"Hehe, what good name can I take as a striker!" A monster with eyes