Accidentally reincarnated into a magic book

Chapter 282
"This is a trial product, Master Honor Road."

In the hot forging room, Balkan held a red-hot long sword in his hand. The long sword has been tempered for a long time, and now it has just been taken out of the furnace, and it is only the last step.

"Wow!"

Balkan immersed the long sword in the water, the heat energy mixed with the cold water, and the water vapor evaporated for a while.

Then, in front of Honor's eyes, a sharp long sword finally appeared in front of him.

"Oh! This is..."

Onor opened his mouth slightly in surprise.

It was the first time he had witnessed the whole process of making a weapon.

In the past few days, Honor sent people to complete the construction of the forging workshop here, and then he and Balkan began the experiment of weapon forging without stopping.

Because there is no melting furnace here that can melt pyroxene, in desperation, Honor had to melt pyroxene by himself, assisting as a manual melting furnace.

But it's also an interesting thing.

Seeing the successful forging of a weapon with my own hands gives me a sense of accomplishment.

Of course, O'Nore didn't offer much help, the most he could do was provide some styling inspiration.Please leave the rest to Lord God, who sat aside and waited for the sample to be produced.

Balkan conducted experimental forging under the suggestion of Onor. It was the first time he came into contact with pyroxene. Although he used pyroxene to forge weapons before, all he did was to inlay pyroxene on weapons. That's it.

It is also unprecedented to forge directly with pyroxene.

Then, after nearly a whole day of forging, when night fell, this trial-manufactured product finally appeared in front of everyone.

It was a long sword of cold silver color, the blade was as sharp as a mirror, and it was filled with a frighteningly strange light.

Honor touched the sword gently and could feel the cold touch passing through the sword to his body.

There is no doubt that this sword is full of spirituality.

"Then, there's only one last step left."

Balkan squeezed a cold sweat in his palm, he swallowed his saliva, and asked Honor, "Master Honor, are you going to perform the first sharpening?"

"Huh? What is that?"

Honor looked at Balkan with some confusion, and then heard the uncle explain.

"This is the tradition of our craftsmen. After the weapon is out of the furnace, it will be sharpened, that is, to cut one's finger and let one's own blood soak into the edge of the sword. In this way, the sword will gain a certain amount of spirituality."

"Ah, this one, since you built it, I'll leave it to you."

Onor smiled at Balkan. After all, as a forger, no matter who he is, he hopes to leave his mark.

O'Noor is not the kind of person who likes to take credit with others, and it can be seen that Balkan really wants to do it himself.

"Yes, is that so, since you said so, then I will..."

Balkan's body trembled a little, he put his finger on the blade, and swiped sharply, blood flowed onto the blade.

The long sword suddenly seemed to have life, it absorbed all the blood, and after a while, all the blood disappeared.

"Wow, that's amazing."

Onor was tongue-tied, this was the first time he had seen such a scene.

"Should I try the sharpness next?"

Onor looked towards Balkan.

The blacksmith nodded up and down, holding the sword in his hand.

"Then, come and try to kill me."

"You, what did you say?"

Balkan was so frightened that he almost didn't hold the sword in his hand.

Originally, he planned to use the iron plate on the side for testing, but Honor's proposal was really surprising.

"Isn't it very challenging to use an iron plate?" Onor said directly what he was thinking.

"To put it simply, I hope to forge a sword that can cut down those knights. Next, I will try to create a barrier outside my body. If I can destroy the barrier, it should be considered a success."

Honor judged without authorization, and then cast an expectant look at Balkan: "Don't worry, just cut it over."

Onor smiled lightly, showing no fear at all.

On the contrary, Balkan's hands trembled a little, he tried to hold the long sword in his hand tightly, and raised the long sword high.

"Then... I, I cut it off."

Balkan squatted down slightly, gathering all the strength in his body into his hands.

"Drink!!"

Then he swung the sword sharply, and the blade fell obliquely on the top of Onor's head.

"when!"

Almost when he was about to touch Honor's hair, he suddenly felt a strong resistance, and the downward trend stopped immediately.

Balkan gritted his teeth and tried to increase the strength in his hands hastily.

But it was as if he had hacked into the wall, and he couldn't move forward any more.

"Crack!"

At this moment, he heard a broken sound, and a crack appeared on the smooth sword.

"Crack!"

Half a second later, the crack expanded rapidly and broke in two in an instant.

Balkan suddenly lost his support, and the whole person bounced back and fell to the ground.

"No, it's all right!"

Upon seeing this, Onor hurriedly stopped the barrier.

Balkan fell to the ground, but fortunately his consciousness was still there.

"Sorry, Lord Honor, it failed."

Balkan apologized to Honor with embarrassment.

"No, no, I'm the one who should say I'm sorry. I didn't control my strength well, which caused the sword you've been building all day today to break."

"No, in terms of the result, this is an unsuccessful sword, right? It seems that I still need to improve myself." Balkan sighed, indeed he knew that he was useless, just like the elder said before, In order to melt pyroxene, some kind of secret magic is necessary, but unfortunately he does not know that kind of magic. Over the years, all he has forged are ordinary shovels or iron swords.

Now that more esoteric techniques and materials are in front of him, he feels both joy and fear.

Are you capable of doing this well?Are you capable enough?

Balkan questioned himself thousands of times in his heart.

Although Master Honor has been encouraging him, but now it seems that the answer is self-evident.

Balkan grabbed his hair in frustration and exhaled as if giving up.

"It's not your fault, don't blame yourself." Honor seemed to see Balkan's mood, and patted him on the shoulder.

"After all, this is only the first time, right. To be honest, I am very satisfied that I can do this."

"Very, very satisfied."

"Well, if you can forge some kind of divine sword at once, then there is a problem, right? We were originally experimenting, and the so-called experiment is accompanied by a hundred or a thousand failures before we can succeed, so it is only one time. Don’t worry about failure, if this is used as an ordinary weapon, it should be quite powerful.”

Onor comforted.

His words seemed to have some effect, and Balkan's expression was obviously relieved.

"I understand, Lord Honor, I will definitely continue to work hard to create a better sword."

"Well, then please."

(End of this chapter)