"Hahaha..." The blacksmith laughed and looked at the witcher: "Interesting boy! What's your name?"
"Ye Qi, sir!" The demon hunter replied truthfully, "It's an honor to meet you!"
"Well, boy, do you want me to repair your weapon?" Hearing Ye Qi's name, the blacksmith's eyes lighted up imperceptibly, but he still said as before: "With such an attitude, don't you worry that I will reject your weapon?" request?"
"Sir, weapons are very important! But it doesn't mean that I can look at my friends and be blackmailed by you like this!" The demon hunter shrugged and continued: "What's more, Shaker is not just a blacksmith like you!"
"Well, Shaker's blacksmith is indeed not the only one!" The blacksmith nodded appreciatively, but his expression was unusually confident: "But the best one is definitely me! All right, boy, let me repair your weapon It's not impossible? As long as you prove that you have enough strength to use my weapon!"
"No problem!" Casting a reassuring look at the big man who had been quietly pulling his windbreaker, the demon hunter turned back to look at the blacksmith and said word by word, "How do I prove it?"
The blacksmith didn't answer directly, but raised the long sword in his hand, stabbing at the demon hunter's chest, and answered with actions what the demon hunter wanted to prove—when the big man quietly pulled his windbreaker, Ye Qi was already on guard. Therefore, before the long sword reached his chest, Ye Qi had already retreated far away, raising his hand to see a flaming hand.
The hot cone-shaped flames immediately engulfed the blacksmith, but the blacksmith in the flames didn't notice it, and the long sword continued to stab at Ye Qi's chest.
After experiencing the giant man resisting the Burning Hand with his body, Ye Qi was not surprised when he saw that the blacksmith ignored the power of the Burning Hand, but quickly attacked again—with the opponent's muscles more developed than the giant man, the giant man could There is no reason why the other party cannot do what has been done.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Ye Qi, who lost his dagger, was unable to fight hand-to-hand, and could only rely on the m500 to block the opponent's attack. And this time it was more effective than the Burning Hand—the blacksmith withdrew his sword and dodged to the side. Obviously, although the opponent's body was strong, he was not yet able to ignore the .50 Magnum pistol bullet. And taking advantage of this opportunity, the fireball technique gradually took shape in Ye Qi's hands, and the hot and violent energy was ready to burst out immediately!
"Stop!" The blacksmith yelled: "Stinky boy, if you dare to throw the fireball in your hand, I guarantee that you will never take a weapon I made from me!"
"As you wish!" Ye Qi heard the sound and dropped the fireball in his hand, blinked and asked the blacksmith, "I wonder if I have proved myself?"
"Cunning boy!" The blacksmith muttered, and stretched out his hand: "Bring it!"
Ye Qi didn't procrastinate, and immediately pulled out the short knife again and put it in the blacksmith's hand.
"Good knife! It's a pity!" The blacksmith looked at Ye Qi's short knife carefully, and muttered inaudibly: "Rust? What a damn ability! An apostle with such a bastard ability should be destroyed humanely!"
The blacksmith stood up, took out some tools from the cabinet behind him, and carefully sharpened the short knife—during this time, Ye Qi looked at the blacksmith nervously, fearing that the other party would say something irreparable. But the big man was full of confidence in the blacksmith, standing there with the barrel in his arms, watching the blacksmith work excitedly.
After a quarter of an hour, the blacksmith raised his head and sighed. Immediately, Ye Qi's heart was tugged together—the commemoration of the first blood slave hunt that John gave him was of extraordinary significance, no less than the two holy artifacts on his body! At this moment, Ye Qi already had the idea of going back and killing the previous apostle who used the rust ability!
"Don't worry, boy!" The blacksmith glanced at Ye Qi, who was emitting a murderous look all over his body, grabbed the wine barrel from the big man's arms, took a sip, and said, "I didn't say it couldn't be repaired! It's just a complete recovery." The original appearance is impossible? Boy, you have two choices now!"
"Which two options?"
"One, I will grind away the rust and process a dagger for you; two, I will recast your dagger directly in the furnace; which one do you choose?"
Which one to choose
The meaning of the Demon Hunter Knife in Ye Qi's heart is extraordinary, if Ye Qi is really asked to choose, he doesn't want to choose any one! But at this moment, the rusty short knife is obviously no longer able to accompany him on his future journey...
The speechless Ye Qi slowly picked up the short knife, gently stroking the rust spots on it - from the handle to the blade, caressing one by one; recalling the excitement after getting the short knife in his mind, hunting Mo Shi fearlessly confronted countless monsters with a short knife in his hand... Every bit of it came to Ye Qi's heart.
"Buzz...buzz..."
A sound like the chirping of insects and birds suddenly emerged from the dagger, and spots of rust fell down one after another. The dagger, which was still like a dead object just now, seemed to be injected with life, and came back to life again! Moreover, a sharp white light shines from the blade, directly covering the entire dagger!
The blacksmith and the big man on the side all stared wide-eyed, and the blacksmith looked at the dagger in Ye Qi's hand in disbelief: "This is the awakening of the holy soul... how is it possible? It's just an ordinary dagger that has been blessed by alchemy." That's all! Why can the holy soul be awakened?"
The blacksmith and the big man were surprised, and Ye Qi, the person involved, was even more surprised. However, as the white light gradually became stronger, Ye Qi found that there were cracks like spider webs on the blade that had just recovered its light!
How is this going
Ye Qi inexplicably felt that if the blade shattered again, he would lose the dagger forever. Immediately, he couldn't help looking anxiously at the professional beside him—the blacksmith.
Lived up to expectations—the blacksmith snatched the dagger, pulled the dagger straight away, threw the dagger into the furnace, and yelled at the witcher and the big man, "Pull the fire! Add carbon! Don't stop!" and rushed in The side door of the back hall, after a while, held a dark blue metal the size of a football.
Throwing the dark blue metal into the furnace, the blacksmith raised his head and shouted at the witcher and the big man: "Two boys, back off!"
The witcher and the big man immediately retreated to the corner of the back hall as promised.
"Fire, start!"
With the blacksmith's loud shout, bright white flames burst out from his whole body. Immediately, a wave of heat swept through the entire back hall, even the witcher and the big man who had retreated to the corner of the back hall still felt hot all over and had difficulty breathing.
The white flames became brighter and brighter, directly surrounding the blacksmith and the furnace. But at this moment, the demon hunter felt as if he had arrived in the desert, and his whole body was about to be dried out.
What a strong flame!
The witcher's eyes widened, trying to see the blacksmith's movements in the flames, but it was all in vain—the white light of the flames had blocked everything.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sound of metal impact resounded powerfully and rhythmically throughout the back hall, and amidst the rhythmic impact, the white flame jumped like an elf cheerfully.
The banging sound continued...
In the evening and dusk, when the moon was shining in the sky, the sound of the impact did not disappear until the sun rose, followed by the blacksmith's cheerful laughter.
"Hahaha, I succeeded! I finally succeeded!"