Abe the Wizard

Abel removed the decoration from the sword of the great sword, leaving only the iron blade handle, handle, and guardian, and the place where the magic stone was placed was only the guardian part.

Put the sword of the hundred practice swords into the fire stove, clamp out the sword with a clamp to remove the already burnt sword, use the brass of the hole to open a suitable hole slot on the sword, Master Bentham is also very pleased with Abel's skill in forging the foundation.

An important reason for Abel to learn to forge is to master his own strength, so when he's okay, he practises all kinds of forge techniques in the operating room, and each forge technique is different in strength, so through this exercise, Abel has a very solid grasp of these basic skills.

“Master, I want to make an ice magic sword.” Abel can only choose one of the four magic weapons because of material problems, and the ice magic weapon in Abel's perception slows down the opponent and, combined with the damage of ice magic, believes that the finished product can be a nightmare for all opponents.

Master Bentham did not speak, and he looked nervously at Abel and took out the pen, dipped it in ink, and began to scribble on the sword.

Abel's hands were steady, and many years of brushstroke exercises also made him softly familiar with this kind of head-soft pen. Unlike writing with ordinary ink on paper, the process of writing with ice typewriter ink on a hundred practice swords was very strenuous. Abel felt the resistance of arrays every little bit of movement on the hundred practice swords. This was also the result of the reduction of some resistance from the wind wolf hair on the pen.

Sweat began to flow down Abel's head, not only to force, but also to consume a great deal of heart power, because writing requirements were a breeze and could not be paused halfway through. If paused, the thickness of the ink would vary, and magic would have unknown consequences.

For exactly half an hour, the drawing of these lines took nearly three times longer than Abel would normally have practiced with the Buddhist sword and ink, but eventually the drawing was successful.

Abel took out a sapphire, carefully placed it in the hole slot, and carefully reinforced the hole slot with a tool so that the sapphire would not move through the hole slot due to shaking, or fall out directly.

“Let me see.” Master Bentham asked Abel to pass the Great Sword and took a closer look. He said: "Your drawing process is faster than mine. The script is perfectly drawn, and there are no problems with the Magic Stone inlay. I think we can move on. ”

Seeing Master Bentham's definite divine colour, Abe had a little smile on his face, and the process of drawing the inscriptions consumed his spirit a lot, so he sat directly in his seat and rested for almost an hour before his spirit regained.

Abel carefully came from the edge of the sapphire, the ice magic stone that Master Bentham called, and slowly probed in along the line of the script with his spirit. A cold force, along with the penetration of the spirit, also followed the direction of the spiritual force, poured in, carefully carried this cold force slowly along the stripe of the script toward the center of the script, the process was not fast, if it was too fast, this cold force would appear to fall apart, and return to the sapphire, and too slowly, this force would freeze to hold the spiritual force.

After several failures, finally in the fifth time, spiritual power successfully led the cold power into the center of the script, the hundred practice swords suddenly emitted bright light, Abel seemed to hear the broken sound of the sword body, almost without thinking, he threw the hundred practice swords out, a Bentham master who was going into God pressed behind a huge iron console.

“Boom” a loud noise, Abel only heard the sound of the air breaking open when the debris was ejected in his ear, then the sound of the object hit by “Ding Ding”, after a while the sound finally ended, everything calmed down.

Abel slowly probed his head and looked at the explosion. The operating room was already a mess, and the walls were full of punched holes. Fortunately, the operating room was made of boulders, and the utensils inside were made of fine iron. Except for the pits on the ground, there was no loss.

Master Bentham also returned from a scene of shock and looked at Abel, both of whom had a feeling for the rest of their lives after the robbery.

“What's the matter? ”

“Is the master all right? ”

“Master, are you all right? ”

“Young master, young master. ”

A noisy noise came, the door to the operation room was opened, the blacksmith shop people poured in, and the sound just now shocked everyone.

The horrible scene in the room sucked in a breath of cold air and suddenly people looked at Master Bentham and Abel with amazement, and what they were making would be so powerful.

“Don't say, don't ask, get out.” Master Bentham shouted out loud, driving people away, and even his apprentice, Garden, was expelled.

“What's the reason?” Abel was somewhat surprised by this failure because he thought he had done very well and the process was going smoothly, why explode at the last minute.

Master Bentham picked up the symbol and carefully checked it, smelled it with his nose, twisted it with his hand, and finally said with certainty: “There is no problem with the symbol, it is made strictly according to the formula. I have been making this symbol for many years and it is unlikely that an error will occur. ”

“There was only a mistake in the process.” Abel recalls his production process, and there is nothing missing except that he spent three times more time drawing the script than usual.

Thinking about it, Abel said with certainty, "It may be a little long to draw a character. ”

“Yes, after a long period of time, the initial ink and the final ink may change in the ink properties of both time periods due to excessively long exposure and explode due to instability in the transmission of magic.” Master Bentham analyzed that he had spent almost his entire life studying this material, and when Abel raised the possibility, he thought of the cause of the error.

“Would it be quicker to use spiritual writing?” Master Bentham asked that he was mentally incapacitated and could only ask Abel in this regard.

“It shouldn't be a problem, it's a bit of a drain on mental energy, and you need to take more time off before you can direct it.” Abel thought about it and answered.

Once again, I found a great sword from the ground, a perforated slot, and the second time I had more experience than the first time, I was a little faster.

Then came the drawing of the script. Abel closed his eyes, emptied his mind, slowly opened his eyes. At this moment, all he had in his eyes was the long sword in front of him. The long sword was magnified in his eyes. Every detail on the sword was magnified many times. When the script was drawn on the sword, the surface of the great sword and the script were constantly fused together when the script was in contact with the great sword. This is also the resistance. This weapon-specific script fits tightly with the surface of the great sword and forms a strange substance separately. Due to the guidance of spiritual force, Abel's power and the script matched to the extreme. The drawing speed was already different from that of the heaven. Ten minutes later, the drawing succeeded, and Abel, who had awakened from the state of spiritual force, was exhausted.

After two hours of rest, Abel recovered from his powerlessness. Then the spiritual force guiding process, with one experience, without any pause, quickly and slowly led the cold force into the middle of the script.

A light flashed on the hundred rehearsal sword. This time the light was not dazzling. The symbols covered on the sword began to shine. The light slowly grew darker and darker. The symbols eventually disappeared from the surface of the sword. The hundred rehearsal sword returned to its original appearance. Apart from the hole slot at the guard of the sword, the difference between the original hundred rehearsal sword was no longer visible.

Master Bentham took over the hundred practice swords with his trembling hands, his fingers tapped lightly on the blade, the hundred practice swords flashed a cold light, then Master Bentham's fingers tied a layer of frost on the surface.

“Master, are you all right?” Abe looked at the frost on Master Bentham's fingers and asked in shock.

“Haha” Master Bentham laughed furiously and tears kept pouring out of his eyes, muttering: "I didn't expect to see my disciples make magic swords in my lifetime, I died and fell asleep. ”