Abe the Wizard

“Master Abel, have you thought about demonstrating anything today?” After the presentation of all the masters of blacksmiths, Master Morey asked Abel.

When Abel was just demonstrating the master blacksmith, he was also thinking about the skills that could be displayed, but most of them were more or less unspeakable, and at this time listening to Master Morley, he thought of a technique he had just mastered.

“Master Morey, I've thought about it. All the masters are my predecessors. My experience is far worse than yours. I can only show some skills that rely on my own characteristics!” Abel smiled and said to Master Morey.

“Master Abel, please!” There is excitement in the voices of Master Morley, and few other masters of blacksmiths are surrounded by blacksmiths.

You know, when the masters of the blacksmiths were demonstrating, the masters of the blacksmiths present consciously left some distance so that their followers could see clearly, but this time no masters of the blacksmiths gave way, and the entire blacksmith table was completely blocked, leaving the followers in a hurry and helpless position.

These followers, who followed the master blacksmith to the party later, although they were called followers, but with the exception of Abel, they all brought their own disciples. This rare opportunity for advancement, how could they give it to others?

But by now, the masters of blacksmiths had lost sight of these disciples, and the rise of Master Abel was like a legend, and had long ago been called the nearest master of the masters of blacksmiths, and there were not many people who had really seen Abel do it, and there might only be one such opportunity.

Abel stood in front of the console, looked at the tools on the shelf next to him, and turned around and asked Master Morey, "Are there any heavier hammers? ”

“The heaviest iron hammer on this shelf has reached 200 pounds, don't you think it's still light?” Master Morey asked in surprise.

“Yes, my technique requires at least 500 pounds of iron hammer to work. Don't you have a heavier hammer here?” Abel couldn't help it. Heraldic Mallory's iron hammer of dark gold quality was so windy that it might mean something, and he didn't believe that this was the headquarters of the Blacksmith's Guild, not even a hammer over 500 pounds.

The fact that Master Morley's face changed and only put a 200-pound hammer on him made him feel superfluous, because he didn't think a blacksmith could use such a heavy hammer, you know, forging with a hammer was completely different from lifting a 200-pound heavy object.

If you want to use your forging skills properly, a 200-pound hammer will take at least ten times as much power to skillfully use, and the concept of a 500-pound hammer is that the Hoover master here won't be able to use it for long.

Master Hoover is a great knight, after using the temper, strength can reach unimaginable, but the total amount of temper is limited, even the great knight cannot use the temper to complete a forge, plus Master Hoover dares not guarantee the use of 500 pounds of iron hammer, with the temper to carry out the forge perfectly.

“Master Abel, please wait!” Though Master Morley wondered if Abel could use a 500-pound hammer, since he had suggested that if the Blacksmith Guild could not take it out, the headquarters of the Blacksmith Guild organizing this party would be a joke.

In fact, Master Morey always had a problem with Abel not wanting to demonstrate, which is why he had to come up with a hammer over 500 pounds.

Master Morley spoke a few words to an attendant, who ran out immediately, and after a short while, walked in with a dwarf knight of extra thickness, with a giant hammer in his hand.

“Master Abel, this is a strange stone that I discovered in my early travels. It is so heavy that even the ground fire cannot be burned. Due to its natural shape, it took me years to forge it, which made it barely a hammer!” Master Morley reached out and took the giant hammer from the dwarf knight, "he said.

“This hammer weighs up to 700 pounds and has not been used since it was made and has been placed in my forging room for decoration. If you can use it, Master Abel, I can give you this hammer as a gift, and it's why I found the owner!” Master Morley said that these two things mean that if Abel can really use them, then he can really give them to him. Anyway, when this thing comes, it can only be made into a hammer, and it's still a hammer that can't be used.

The second point is that if Abel can't use it, then he also responds exactly to his request for 500 pounds or more of iron hammer, which is regaining the face of the Blacksmith's Guild.

Abel looked at this huge hammer and couldn't help but move. Heraldic Mallory couldn't use it in front of outsiders. It would be nice to have a replacement. Since his strength reached 50 points, he has not been able to know exactly how many items his power can pick up, but he knows very clearly that 700 pounds in the area is absolutely very light weight.

“Master Morley, I'll try!” Abel took the hammer from Master Morey's hand and gently turned it to his wrist with his right hand in his hand, removing a phantom from the sky.

“Master Abel, what a power!” The masters couldn't help but cry out loud. The masters of blacksmiths have been trained in strength since childhood, and they know better than ordinary people how difficult it is for a 700 pound hammer to use only its wrist.

“Ladies and gentlemen, what I'm going to show you is a rough workout!” The hammer in Abel's right hand didn't seem to weigh the same weight, so it hung in the air, he said easily.

The blacksmiths all know that forging coarse blanks, especially Abel's one hundred and thirty refining coarse blanks, is very famous, and now you can finally see the live demonstration of this technique, and everyone is a little surprised, you know that all the blacksmiths just showed are just small details in forging, there is no substantive decisive technique, and Abel is presenting an important technique that he is very famous for at this time.

Both Master Robin and Master Thorin are in a state of anxiety. You know that Abel is a blacksmith in their vein. Such an important skill is shown to other masters of blacksmiths, who are likely to divulge it.

But they couldn't change Abel's decision either, knowing that Abel himself was a master of blacksmiths, and since he had said these words, he certainly couldn't repent, especially now that so many blacksmiths were present, and if they persuaded each other, they would certainly be offended by them.

Abel's left hand clamped an iron ore of excellent quality into the ground fire with an iron plier, and soon he clamped it out of the ground fire and placed it over the anvil.

Just this action caused a lot of amazement among the masters present, you know that only the dwarf masters here have the opportunity to use the fireworks, other humans and elf masters have made mistakes when using the fires for the first time, the temperatures of the fires are not so easy to grasp, it is impossible to use them skillfully without repeated practice.

And it is clear to any dwarf master here that Abel is definitely the first to use it, because it will only be owned in a handful of dwarf forged lands, which have never been heard of before.

Abel's 700 pounds of huge iron hammer in his right hand hit him hard, and the loud sound seemed to make it feel like the forging table was going to collapse, but the forging tables used by blacksmiths were specially reinforced, and under this blow the forging table was shaken but not affected in any way.

“Refined!” A master blacksmith whispered.

The masters of the blacksmiths who had just been divided by the loud noise of God also discovered that the coarse blank clamped by the iron pliers in Abel's left hand, under the first heavy strike, actually finished the first coarse refinement.

“How is that possible!” Another master of blacksmiths screamed incredibly, and everything in front of him broke his conviction, and the first blow left the blanks to complete a rough refinement, which had completely departed from the masters' imagination.

If Abel's power did not reach the ultimate 50 points of the Great Knight, and if Abel did not obtain the dark gold quality of the blacksmith Hammer ‘Heraldic Mallory', he would not have been able to do so either, because he had been forging with Heraldic Mallory for some time now, and he had learned this ability to strike and refine on this dark gold quality hammer artifact.