Although Abel could not perform rough training as perfectly as he could with Horadric Malus, the huge hammer with increased weight could almost achieve one blow at a time under his abnormal control.
With no time to pay attention to the exclamations around him, Abel had already devoted himself wholeheartedly to the forging. His strong mental power locked the rough blank clamped by the iron tongs in his left hand, and gently turned the rough blank to look for the next blow. the correct orientation.
In fact, this happened in a split second. His second blow almost didn't stop after the first blow. Black sparks shot out in all directions, and the clamped rough material was not even touched by the giant iron. The rebound after the hammer hits.
"Second refining!" Even Master Mori couldn't help but say in a low voice.
When breaking the rules becomes a habit, it becomes just numb. All the master blacksmiths watched as the hammer in Abel's right hand continued to hit with all its strength, and with each hit, the rough blank clamped by the iron tongs in his left hand began to crack. New changes.
After a hundred blows, Abel stopped and threw the rough piece into the fire again.
There was no other sound in the hall at this time, only the sound of the roaring flames. The masters had held their breaths and were reluctant to even blink, as if if they blinked, they would see less. Forging miracles.
Abel once again took out the rough billet that had been tempered for hundreds of years from the fire, and started a new round of hammering with the huge hammer in his right hand.
The huge hammer in his hand is not Horadric Mallus after all. Although Abel has fully controlled it, after a hundred refinements, it still takes two strikes to improve to one refinement. Although he is very dissatisfied, the master blacksmith next to him They were already astonished.
After one hundred and fifty refinings, two strikes could no longer be improved. Three strikes and four strikes were improved by one refining. After the fifth time the rough billet was taken out of the earthly fire and struck, the rough billet in his hand was no longer just fine iron. There was a slight difference, but at this time he left the huge hammer in his hand.
"Sorry, I failed!" Abel said with some frustration.
"Master Abel, why do you say that?" Master Moli asked in confusion as he looked at the rough material that was almost the same as refined iron.
"I overestimated myself too much. I thought I could forge fine iron directly, but unfortunately my skills fell short!" Abel said with a sigh as he looked at the rough steel in his hand.
Master Moli felt a mouthful of old blood and almost spat out. As a veteran dwarf blacksmith, he was over 500 years old. He couldn't even forge rough materials that were more than 120 times refined. The man opposite him was only a teenager. But the young master said that the technology was not good because the young master could not forge the rough blank into refined iron.
All master blacksmiths have a deep sense of powerlessness. Look at Master Abel and then look at himself. While he is proud of his achievements, Master Abel is troubled by his inability to improve. This is the gap.
"Master Abel, do you know that the most accomplished master among the blacksmith masters can only forge one hundred and fifty tempers. You can be called a master blacksmith just by virtue of this!" Master Mo Li said in his voice. Full of fanaticism, Abel is only a teenager. If you give him more time, what will his achievements be!
"I don't dare to be a master blacksmith. I am just a blacksmith who has just stepped into the blacksmith threshold!" Abel shook his head. His current equipment still relies on the power of the formula of the Horadric Cube to obtain the ideal equipment. There is still a long way to go to forge the equipment you want on your own.
As he spoke, he put down the huge hammer in his hand and placed the rough blank on the forging table.
"Master Abel, as promised, please put the hammer away. This hammer is just for display, but in your hands, it can be given a new life!" Master Mori stopped and was about to return. Abel, who was sitting in the seat, said sincerely.
Abel didn't refuse. These dwarves are very stubborn. If you are too polite, they will be angry and think you don't respect them.
When Abel put away the hammer, Master Moli also stepped forward and picked up the still very hot rough billet with iron tongs. While clamping, he said: "I will tidy up this place. Everyone, please return to your seats. We will On to the next one!”
"Master Morley, let's talk about the ownership of this rough piece!" Master Hoover, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up.
Master Morley paused his hand and said with a determined expression: "This rough piece is the property of the Blacksmith Guild, of course it must be taken back!"
"Master Abel is also the master blacksmith of our Principality of Kamai. Of course, the rough work he forged must be returned to us!" Master Hoover said without giving in.
Abel did not expect that just a piece of failed rough material would be directly fought over by two master blacksmiths. When he was about to speak, he saw that Master Robin had already stood up.
"Master Abel is the master blacksmith of our line. None of you need to think about this rough piece. It should belong to me!" Master Robin said loudly.
Before Master Mori could speak, more masters proposed that the ownership of this rough piece should belong to all the master blacksmiths present.
Abel did not know the importance of the rough piece he forged this time. Although it did not become fine iron, it was only slightly different from the real fine iron. From this rough piece, we can see Abel's Forging marks, such as those forged by master blacksmiths, rarely appear, because such rough blanks are usually forged into equipment, and the traces of forging and refining have disappeared by then.
Now this rough piece is the most likely medium to learn Abel's one-strike and one-refining skills. Maybe to other people, this rough piece has no value, but to the master blacksmiths, this rough piece is Priceless treasure.
Seeing this posture, Abel immediately lowered his head, turned around and silently returned to his seat. As if the forging process just consumed countless energy, he began to close his eyes and rest, away from the group of tearing blacksmith masters.
Fortunately, the master blacksmith was not a combat professional. Although Master Hoover was the Grand Knight Commander, he did not dare to grab it openly. All of a sudden, the twenty master blacksmiths began to argue with each other, leaving the entourage behind them dumbfounded.
In the end, Master Mori proposed taking turns to keep them, with each person keeping them for a month, and the order was determined by drawing lots. This settled the grievances of all the blacksmith masters.
After noisy for a long time, the master blacksmiths returned to their seats. However, when all the masters looked at Abel, they showed gratitude. You must know that this is equivalent to opening a door for them. Give them a slight possibility of being exposed to more advanced forging skills.
Abel's action of just returning to his seat showed that he was giving up the rough piece. You must know that he is the owner of the rough piece anyway. If he had just said to take it back, then all the master blacksmiths could not say anything more, but he chose to give up. This behavior directly made friends with all the blacksmith masters.
"The next item is to taste the latest works of each master. Let's do it in the order just now!" Master Morley's voice was still loud and unaffected by the argument just now.
It's still the same. Only Abel didn't know the rules. Every other master's entourage came up with works that had been prepared long ago. Starting from the first piece of equipment, they all expressed their opinions on the forging details and all the performance of the equipment. And it will be judged aesthetically by two master elf blacksmiths.
Armor, weapons, bows and elven rings, every piece of equipment was taken turns to be appreciated by all the blacksmith masters present. At this time, Abel discovered his own shortcomings.
The biggest shortcoming is experience. When almost every blacksmith master gets a piece of equipment, he can accurately tell its performance based on the material and forging conditions of the equipment, and can know the type of spell attached based on the patterns on it. , of course, the effect of the spell can still be measured with the help of some tools.
But these are what Abel lacks. When he identifies a piece of equipment, the only way is to throw it into the Horadric Cube and have it identified by the Horadric Cube. It is possible that there is such a shortcut. To obtain the ultimate performance of the equipment, that's why he didn't learn to judge the equipment through the blacksmith's method.
At this time, he couldn't help but think of his original intention of learning blacksmithing. At that time, Lord Marshall sent him to learn forging just to let him understand the sword and know every detail of the sword. However, as the blacksmith's ability improved, he became more and more Pursuing higher skills and relaxing the most basic blacksmithing abilities.