"Not good----"
Brouver was horrified that the core of the star was not integrated with the body of the giant sword.
This is absolutely fatal.
Not to mention the damage caused by the power, if during the battle, the monster slaps down and the star core falls directly from the giant sword, that would be terrible.
Which link is the problem?
Temperature, material?
No, he had already considered these over and over again, and other dwarves had already tested them.
Try putting it in the volcanic furnace again?
"Stop it!"
A sharp voice suddenly sounded.
It's the dwarf alchemist master Blake.
"Brouver, put your hammer down quickly, this star Starfall stone is repelling, I can feel that the rhythm between them is wrong!"
"What?"
Brouver As a blacksmith master, he also has a lot of understanding of the alchemist's rhythm.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier!?"
If the rhythm is wrong, it means that the two items are incompatible. Just like ice and fire are incompatible, even if they are forcibly fused together, they will suffer backlash and the original power of the weapon will be greatly reduced.
The dwarf Blake frowned, looking anxious.
"I didn't know it would be like this. When I first started testing, there was no such problem!"
"What should we do now? Come up with a solution!" Brouver shouted anxiously.
The volcanic furnace has been opened. If it is forcibly terminated, there won't be much problem with the star core. Just dig it out again.
But the embryo of this giant sword must be damaged. This is the foundation of a divine weapon. Which blacksmith wouldn't feel sorry for it?
Blake put his fingers on the monocle, "Let me think about it, let me think about it, there must be a way. Rhythm, what should I add? Brass essence? No, no, no, this is definitely wrong."
"Blake! Hurry up!"
"Stop rushing me!"
The two shouted, and the scorching temperature distorted the space.
A man in black robes stepped on the volcanic rocks, deliberately revealing his footsteps, and came to Blake's side.
A broad palm rested on his shoulder very casually.
"Master, don't worry."
Blake turned his head and saw that the person who came was a demon hunter. There was no blame in his tone. He breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly.
"If you want to resolve the conflict of rhythms, it's like refining a magic potion. You need to find the medicine that neutralizes them.
But in such a short period of time, it is obviously impossible. This is my negligence. It was obviously not available during the previous test."
"Besides neutralization, is there any other way?" Arwen asked.
Blake rolled his Adam's apple and thought for a moment, not daring to hide anything.
"Yes, but I only heard about it from my teacher's mouth. It is said that the master of alchemy can use magical means to neutralize the rhythm and turn the impossible into the possible. This is equivalent to turning stone into gold.
But--but I can't do it, and I have just passed the threshold of master level."
Arwen patted his shoulder twice again with his palm to express relief.
Without speaking, he opened his legs and walked towards the forging platform.
Blake looked at this figure from behind, feeling extremely guilty in his heart. He patted his head hard with the palm of his hand and kept chanting. "How could this happen----how could this happen----"
"Master of Alchemy," Ida Although Ai Min stood far away, he had heard all the conversation between the two, and there was a hint of smile on the corner of his mouth.
A psychic message was sent into Blake's mind, and the latter's body suddenly froze.
When Great Elder Brouver saw Arwen, he didn't know how to speak for a moment.
Arwen's eyes were slightly lowered, and the cat eyes were slowly ignited.
The purple talent [Alchemy Extraction] senses the rhythm of the giant sword.
When it comes to forging, he really knows nothing about it.
But when it comes to alchemy, there are few in this world that can match it.
A book of "Cosimo·Malaspina Notes" and the legacy of Alzur, coupled with years of systematic hard work, have already made him
Crossed that impossible threshold.
This can be attributed to his hard work, sweat and amazing wisdom in the past six years----
Well, no wisdom, just liver.
Rhythm----
At this moment, he remembered Kyle Mohan's time, in that room on the second floor, Tissaia taught him personally.
As the spiritual power gathers, everything falls into silence and returns to nothingness.
Only the rhythm on the giant sword became more and more obvious.
"Bang bang bang!"
Like two war drums, thundering in the ears, constantly fighting.
"Huh----"
Arwen took out a breath and raised his right hand.
The heat wave lifts the sleeves of the robe, revealing the clean palms, with long and slender fingers, which are white and do not look like the palms of a sword wielder.
The chaotic magic power around him was mobilized by him.
Brouver's eyes were shocked, and he took a few steps back holding the hammer handle in his hand.
The magma under the volcanic furnace began to boil, and the surrounding fire elements rioted, setting off a heat wave storm, and sparks flying all over the sky.
Arwen He bent his five fingers forcefully, and the fire elements from all over the sky poured into the giant sword. The pattern composed of seven stars seemed to be poured with molten lava, and a red luster flowed out, and merged into the core of the stars little by little.
The core of the star emits a mist like mist, trying to cool down this terrible temperature.
But this is a volcanic crater, and its fire element content will never be inferior to that of Circle of Elements.
"Melt!"
Arwen With a thought in his mind, his mental power condensed into a thread, and the core of the star was washed away again and again under the heat wave. The violent rhythm began to calm down, and gradually echoed with the embryo of the giant sword.
When Blake, who was not far away, saw this scene, he first wiped his monocle with his hand, then wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and then opened his mouth wide. Even though the heat wave made his throat hurt, he still showed shock and ultimate surprise.
"This--how is this done?
Gods on high! Gods are merciful! My God, this giant sword can be saved, the impossible can be made possible, and stone can be turned into gold. Is there really such a thing?"
Not far away, Brouver couldn't feel the rhythm and frowned.
"Blake, please explain clearly, what happened?"
"Brouver, don't you understand yet? He is the master of alchemy! The master of alchemy!"
Brouver After hearing this, the whole person stood stunned.
Master of Alchemy?
He knew that witchers would make potions to deal with monsters, but he had never heard of any master-level figures, let alone a grandmaster.
Besides, who can be called a master is not an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years. No matter how powerful the human talent is, how old is the demon hunter in front of him?
It is really amazing to learn this from the mother's womb.
There is also Ida Aimin who has the same idea.
Looking at the man on the stage, all the geniuses she knew pale in comparison to the former.
"Tsk----"
The sound was like a red-hot iron being put into cold water, harsh and long-lasting.
Arwen spreads its spirit, the rhythm on the giant sword merges into one, and the core of the stars is completely integrated into the spine of the sword, fitting perfectly.
"Mithril."
He said in a low voice.
Brouver reacted quickly, took out a bronze key and inserted it into the stone groove under the platform.
As it twisted, a gap opened on the left side of the platform, leading directly to the underground magma.
Countless chains pulled a stone platform, the gears rotated rapidly, and the stone platform rose rapidly.
Mithril has long been melted and ready.
Arwen raised his left hand, spiritual power surged out, and the thick silver liquid adhered to the giant sword like a tentacle.
Brouver's eyes were filled with anticipation.
As long as this layer of silver coating is applied, this peerless sword will be completed.
"Roar!"
A low growling voice suddenly sounded.
The surrounding rocks began to shake, followed by a lot of roaring.
Ida·Emin used Flight to reach the outside of the volcano.
Countless monsters either emerged from the caves or crawled from the bottom of the mountain, swarming towards the volcano.
Shaelmaar, Boulder, Kikimore----
Ghoul, Water Hag, Werewolf----
Basilisk, Forktail, Royal Wyvern----
Even the brainless Drowner rushed here.
They felt the fluctuation of the magic power of the crater, and driven by instinct, they were extremely excited.
The degree of turbulence is much more exaggerated than Davor Bottomless Pit.
After all, most of those summoned by Raffard's Vengeance are brainless.
Look at the sub-dragon species flying in the sky. If those first human kings saw it, they would have thought they had returned to the era of landing.
"Oh my God! It's a wave of monsters!"
The dwarf guard captain mounted an alpine goat and circled three times with its thick horns.
He held the warhammer in his right hand and tightened the reins with his left hand. The mountain goat made a bleating sound and then started running, walking on the uneven volcanic rock ground as if it was flat ground, and at an extremely fast speed.
He waved his war hammer and shouted loudly, "For the glory of the dwarves and the clan, hold the line of defense!"
The alert dwarves on the side were already prepared, raising their weapons and shields, and headed towards the only gap in the volcano.
Many dwarves showed warlike looks.
"Ha, there are so many monsters, I have enough food for winter this year!"
"Bah!" A dwarf muttered, "It's so densely packed that it will be enough for the next ten years, let alone this year."
Within a few breaths, the dwarf and the monster group collided.
This is different from Davor Bottomless Pit, only Fox Clan resisted alone, and was in a sneak attack state at the time.
The dwarves now have gathered the strength of the entire clan.
The monster flying in the sky was heavily bundled by the weight net thrown by the ballista and fell to the ground.
The weapons in every dwarf's hand are rare weapons.
The group of monsters collided with the shield, making the sound of bones breaking, but the steel wall composed of dwarves could not even take a step.
Retreat.
Ida·Emin cast elf magic, and countless vines blocked the monster's progress.
The dwarf Blake rode on his donkey cart. There was also a dwarf who looked very similar to him on the donkey cart, wearing light blue studded leather armor and a red hat on his head.
The two men drove the donkey cart and made shrill laughter.
Countless alchemy props and bombs were thrown out of the donkey cart as if they were free of charge.
In an instant, colorful colors and dust appeared outside the battle line, which was dazzling.
The most brave among them are the elite dwarves armed with hammers and wearing heavy armor.
A group of iron pagodas that look so alive that even the teeth of the sub-dragon tribe can hardly bite through their armor.
The muscles buckled, the hammer knocked down, and the leather armor cracked.
In an instant, the monster's roar and screams echoed throughout the volcano.
Blood splattered on the volcanic rocks, and the smell of blood in the surrounding fields was pungent.
Arwen Ben put his whole heart and soul on the coating of the giant sword, and then he let go of his mind when he heard the movement behind him.
This mountain full of monsters really shocked him.
Especially in the shadow, the powerful aura is enough to scare many living beings.
"What's going on?"
Brouver also looked a little solemn. "Every time the volcanic furnace is ignited, the flame element nearby will be stimulated."
And these beasts are extremely sensitive to the elements, so we will send troops to garrison the volcanic furnace when it is activated.
But I didn't expect that this wave of monsters would be so strong. It was the first time I had seen it in my life.
It may be that the absence of Keltullis makes them so rampant.
Demon hunter, please rest assured, we dwarves will tell these beasts who is the real master of Mount Mahakam!"
Keltullis?
Is this thing related to the dragon?
But when I thought about it, it was true that there was a giant dragon, and the breath it leaked out alone could frighten many mindless monsters.
Coupled with the transaction between Brouver and her, I am afraid a tacit understanding has also been formed.
When the dwarves ignite the volcanic furnace, Keltullis only needs to fly around in the sky to greatly relieve the pressure and prevent the current terrible situation.
Of course, this word "terrible" is naturally useless to Arwen.
Arwen raised his eyebrows, "Don't you need me to take action? I took a quick glance and saw that this wave of monsters was coming fiercely and would not stop in a short time.
I don't deny the bravery of the dwarves, but if this continues, I'm afraid there will be a lot of damage."
Brouver took a deep breath, "To be honest, Your Majesty the Demon Hunter, no parent would feel heartbroken watching the children fighting on the front line.
But since I promised you, and you have done us dwarves a huge favor, we will definitely do it for this giant sword. Coating takes an extremely long time, and if I come, it will take even longer, so the wave of monsters will also be longer."
"Demon hunter, just concentrate on refining weapons. I'll go meet these monsters."
"Wait a minute."
Brouver paused and reminded, "Once the coating starts, it cannot be stopped."
Arwen still uses his mental power to control Mithril, "Of course, I know this, but I didn't say that I would be the one to take action."
Stop coating with your right hand and continue with your left hand.
Chanting a spell in his mouth, the void on the right began to twist, a bit of silver light slowly spread, and the strong wind was like the wind in a hole, sucking
And enter.
It's a portal.
Brouver was stunned and couldn't figure it out for a moment. What else can a demon hunter do by opening a portal?
Recruiting?
Even if we recruit a few Chapter of Wizards's top commentators, it won't help.
And the next second, he was stunned on the spot, and his voice became incoherent.
"This----this----this----"
As the portal grew larger, a thick forelimb stepped out of it, the ground trembled, and its sharp claws left deep white ravines on the volcanic rocks.
The dark brown scales sparkled under the scorching sun, emitting a metallic luster.
A ferocious dragon head poked out from it, and its amber cat eyes looked around.
A dragon roar resounded across the sky, and all living things were trembled by it.
Brouver was surprised for a while before he said the familiar name.
"Red----red dragon, Keltullis!"