Accidentally reincarnated into a magic book

Chapter 277 Forging

Tamara felt a little embarrassed when she heard Honor apologize.

"You, you don't need to apologize, everything here was originally given to us by you."

Tamara said to Onor, and the elves waiting on the side nodded again and again.

Onor scratched her head in embarrassment. Seeing this, Tamara hurriedly said, "According to your instructions, I have gathered all the people in the village who can sew and make."

"Well, although I came back a little late, but this time I brought back a lot of good things."

Onor looked around. Although it was only a day later, the damage to the square had been repaired yesterday. Now there are a dozen or so elves gathered here by Tamara. Everyone looked at Onor, as if they were looking up at a god.

After all, being admired by everyone, Honor straightened his back involuntarily.

He stretched out his right hand, and Alifia climbed from one shoulder of Honor to the other. Honor held down Alifia with his other hand, for fear that the child would not be able to bear it and would rush up to him. What was easy to collect was eaten.

Then Onor opened his palm, and above the palm, a huge cubic space enchantment appeared in front of everyone.

In the enchantment, countless pyroxenes gathered together, shining brightly, almost illuminating the entire square.

The elves who were already sleeping peacefully felt the powerful brilliance coming from the square, and they were also attracted to gather to check the situation.

"Is this... Pyroxene?"

Tamara was tongue-tied, unable to believe what she was seeing.

That is a super large pyroxene, like a meteorite falling from the sky, floating in Honor's hands, making it impossible to look directly at.

Of course, that wasn't a huge pyroxene, it was just that Honor gathered the pyroxene together.

"Hey, this is the material."

As soon as Honor released his hand, the huge pyroxene immediately fell to the ground with a "boom".

Only then did everyone see clearly that there were faint electric lights around the pyroxene, and it turned out that it was the enchantment that gathered countless tiny pyroxenes together.

"So, is there anyone here who can forge?"

Onor looked at the crowd in front of him, and then an uncle elf in the crowd raised his hand.

"Master Honor, I can forge."

The uncle seemed to come out in a hurry, and he didn't even have time to take off the leather apron on his body. It was protective equipment to prevent it from getting hot when blacksmithing. Looking at the capable body of the man, Onor thought he must be a trainer.

"I was in charge of building weapons in the village before, and I have more experience."

The uncle seemed to feel that this was a bit of a boastful one, and stroked his beard embarrassingly.

"What's your name?"

Onor asked.

"My name is Balkan."

"Aside from Balkan, is there anyone else in the village who can forge?"

Onor nodded, and continued to ask other people.

"I still have a little apprentice, but she just came here to study, and she hasn't gotten started yet."

"Well, except for your little apprentice?" Onor seemed a little dissatisfied. He looked at everyone, but no one around answered.

"Master Honor, the only blacksmith in the village of the light elves is Uncle Balkan."

Tamara came closer and whispered to Honor.

"Even his little apprentice is an artificial elf who was just accepted not long ago."

"No way, isn't there a blacksmith on the side of the dark elves?"

Onor continued to ask Tamara.

But it seemed that he was really loud and was heard by the elves around him.

At this time, an elf woman stood up: "Master Honor, when we were dark elves, we did not learn forging techniques. At that time, the weapons were all brought to us by the princess."

"Uh, that means that the man behind the scenes is secretly providing you with weapons." Onor quickly understood what the other party meant.

"Oh, it's really nerve-wracking." Onor didn't expect to run into trouble as soon as he arrived.

"That...Master Honor, does it count if I know how to do carpentry? I just help to make some door frame furniture." Seeing Honor's troubles, a young and somewhat jerky elf in the crowd slowly raised his hand .

"A carpenter? What's your name?"

Onor looked up.

"I, my name is Allen." The boy stammered and replied, he seemed a little afraid of Honor.

"Where carpentry is concerned, it feels like two completely different types of work." Onor was a little troubled. Even if this could barely count as a head, the number was far from enough.

"Master Honor, what are you going to do?"

Seeing Honor was so distressed, Balkan, the only blacksmith, couldn't help raising doubts.

"Please tell me your troubles, so maybe we can find a solution."

"Hey, okay." Onor sighed.

"Actually, I plan to use these pyroxenes to create equipment and weapons."

"All...all?"

"Yes, what's wrong? You seem to feel weird."

Onor turned his head to look at Balkan.

"Yes, because pyroxene is an ore that contains powerful power. It is generally used to make magic props. It is too extravagant to make ordinary weapons with pyroxene."

"Ah, this." Onor showed a reassuring expression.

"You don't have to worry about this. There are a lot of them in the maze and forest, which can't be used up."

"Maze... Did you just come back from the abyss maze?" Allen seemed to understand something.

"Yes, because the distance is a bit far, so I came back later."

Onor said it as a matter of course, but soon, the surrounding crowd all became noisy.

"The labyrinth, it's the abyss labyrinth."

"No, as expected of Lord Honor, he was able to come out of that place alive..."

"I heard that all the pyroxenes there are of high quality."

"Can we also use weapons made of pyroxene?"

Just as the elves were rejoicing, another voice came from behind.

"Cough, er, that...Master Honor, may I interrupt for a moment?"

Onor turned his head following the voice, and it turned out to be Elder Nikon of the elves.

"Elder, why are you here?"

"After all, you have caused such a commotion, haven't you noticed that almost all the elves here have been attracted by you?" The elder gave Honor a blank look, "You really don't have any sense of being attractive."

"No, no, I definitely didn't do it on purpose." Onor argued hastily.

"It's too late to say anything now." The elder shook his head and sighed, it was already a fact that all the elves were gathered here.

"But if you want to forge equipment, why don't you discuss it with me?" The elder looked at Honor with some dissatisfaction.

"Huh? Elder, what can you do?"

"Of course." Elder Nikon stroked his beard and shook his head, as if it was finally his turn to show his strength.

"Speaking of the art of forging, it is one of the secret arts of our elves."

(End of this chapter)