Three Hundred and Ninetieth Eight Chapters Are Scrambled Rough

Although Abel couldn't carry out the roughing as perfectly as he did with Horadric Malus, the huge hammer with increased weight could almost do one blow at a time under his perverted control.

There was no time to take into account the exclamations around him, Abel had already devoted himself to the forging at this time, his powerful mental force locked the rough billet clamped by the iron clamp in his left hand, and turned the rough billet gently to find the next blow. correct orientation.

In fact, this happened in an instant. His second blow was almost unstoppable after the first blow, and the black sparks shot in all directions. The rebound after the hammer strikes.

"Second training!" Even Master Mori couldn't help saying in a low voice.

When breaking the routine becomes a habit, then some are just numb. All the master blacksmiths watched Abel's right hand hammer continuously smashing down with all his strength, and every time he smashed, the rough piece clamped by the left iron clamp would be numb. new changes.

After a hundred strokes, Abel stopped and threw the rough piece into the ground fire again.

At this time, there was no other sound in the hall, and some were just the sound of flames from the ground. The masters were holding their breaths, and they were reluctant to even blink their eyes. Forge miracles.

Abel once again took out the already refined rough material from the ground fire, and the huge hammer in his right hand started a new round of smashing.

The huge hammer in his hand was not Horadric Malus. Although Abel had fully controlled it, he still needed two strikes to improve after a hundred refinements. Although he was very dissatisfied, the master blacksmith beside him. They were already astonished.

After one hundred and fifty refining, two strikes could no longer be improved. Three strikes and four strikes were improved by one refining. After the rough billet was squeezed out of the ground fire for the fifth time, the rough billet in his hand was no longer than that of refined iron. It was a thin line, but at this time he left behind the huge hammer in his hand.

"Sorry, I failed!" Abel said in frustration.

"Master Abel, why do you say that?" Master Mori asked in confusion, looking at the rough billet that was almost indistinguishable from fine iron.

"I overestimated myself. I thought I could directly forge fine iron, but unfortunately my skills were one time worse!" Abel said with a sigh, looking at the rough piece in his hand.

Master Mori felt that a mouthful of old blood almost spit out. As a veteran dwarf blacksmith, he is over 500 years old, and he can't even forge rough billets that exceed one hundred and twenty refinements. The young master said that the technique was not good, because the young master could not forge the rough into fine iron.

All blacksmith masters have a deep sense of powerlessness,

Look at Master Abel and then look at yourself. When he is proud of his achievements, Master Abel is worrying about not being able to improve. This is the gap.

"Master Abel, do you know that the highest-achieving master blacksmith can only forge 150 forgings, and you can be called a master blacksmith just by virtue of this!" In the voice of Master Mori Full of fanaticism, Abel is only a teenager, give him some time and what will happen to his achievements!

"I don't dare to be a master blacksmith. I am a blacksmith who has just entered the threshold of blacksmithing!" Abel shook his head. His current equipment still relies on the formula power of Horadric Cube to obtain the ideal equipment. Forging the equipment you want by yourself is still too far away.

As he said that, he put down the huge hammer in his hand and placed the rough billet on the forging table.

"Master Abel, as promised, please put away the hammer. This hammer is just a decoration for me, but in your hands, it can give it a new life!" Abel in the seat said sincerely.

Abel didn't refuse. These dwarves are very stubborn. If you are too polite, they will make them angry and think you don't respect them.

When Abel put away the hammer, Master Morley also stepped forward to pick up the still very hot rough billet with iron tongs, and said, "I will clean up this place, everyone please return to your seats, we will Go to the next item!"

"Master Morley, let's talk about the ownership of this rough piece!" Master Hoover, who had never spoken, suddenly said.

Master Mori's hand paused, and he said decisively: "This rough piece is the property of the Blacksmiths Guild, and of course it must be recovered!"

"Master Abel is also a master blacksmith in our Principality of Carmel. Of course, the rough forged by him must be returned to us!" Master Hoover said uncompromisingly.

Abel didn't expect that it was just a failed rough piece that would allow the two master blacksmiths to fight directly. When he was about to speak, he saw that Master Robin had already stood up.

"Master Abel is the master blacksmith of our department. You don't have to think about this rough piece, it should belong to me!" Master Robin said loudly.

Before Master Mori could speak, more masters proposed that the ownership of this rough piece should belong to the master blacksmiths present.

Abel did not know the importance of the rough piece he forged this time. Although it did not become refined iron, it was only slightly different from the real refined iron. From this rough piece, it could be seen that Abel’s Traces of forging, such as the rough forged by a master blacksmith, rarely appear, because this kind of rough is usually forged into equipment, and the traces of forging and refining have disappeared by then.

Now this rough piece is the medium most likely to learn Abel's one-hit-one-forging skills, and it may be of little value to others, but to the master blacksmiths, this rough piece is Priceless.

Seeing this pose, Abel immediately lowered his head, turned around and silently returned to his seat. It seemed that the forging process just now consumed countless energy, and he began to close his eyes and rest, away from the gang of blacksmith masters who were tearing apart.

Fortunately, the master blacksmith is not a fighting profession. Although Master Hoover is a great knight commander, he does not dare to snatch it out. For a time, twenty master blacksmiths began to fight for it, and the followers behind him were stunned.

In the end, it was Master Mori who proposed to take turns to keep them, each for a month, and the order was decided by lottery, which calmed the injustice of all the blacksmith masters.

After arguing for a long time, the blacksmith masters returned to their respective seats, but all the masters looked grateful when they looked at Abel, knowing that this was equivalent to opening a door for them, Let them have a chance to come into contact with more advanced forging skills.

Abel's actions just returning to his seat showed that he had given up the rough piece. You must know that he was the owner of the rough piece anyway. If he only had to say retraction at that time, then all the master blacksmiths would not be able to say more, but he chose to give up. Act, hand over all the master blacksmiths directly.

"The next item is to taste the latest works of the masters, or come in the order just now!" Master Mori's voice was still loud, and he was not affected by the debate just now.

It's still the same, only Abel doesn't know the rules, and every other master's entourage has come up with a work that has been prepared for a long time, starting from the first piece of equipment, from the details of forging to all the performance of the equipment to express their opinions, And aesthetically judged by two master elf blacksmiths.

Armor, weapons, bows, and elves' rings, each piece of equipment was appreciated by all the blacksmith masters present in turn. At this time, Abel discovered his own shortcomings.

The biggest shortcoming is experience. When almost every master blacksmith gets a piece of equipment, he can accurately say its performance according to the equipment's material and forging situation, and can know the type of spell attached according to the pattern above. , of course, the effect of the spell can only be measured with the help of some tools.

But these are what Abel lacks. When he identifies a piece of equipment, the only way is to throw it into the Horadric Cube, and the Horadric Cube will identify it, and there may be such a shortcut to Obtain the final performance of the equipment, so he did not learn to judge the equipment by means of a blacksmith.

At this time, he couldn't help but think of the original intention of learning blacksmithing. At that time, Lord Marshall wanted to let him understand the sword and send him to learn blacksmithing when he knew every detail of the sword, but with the improvement of the blacksmith's ability, he became more and more Pursue higher skills and relax the most basic blacksmithing abilities. reading net