crown of stars

"I can guarantee that this is the most extravagant weapon I have ever forged."

The dwarf looked at the crated baskets of stones, the bones of white dragons piled haphazardly on one side, and the light in his eyes was almost stronger than the whale candle on the wall.

The boxes are full of pure gold and mithril raw ore. God knows where Messiah got it.

However, this seems to be not a difficult task for him. Ever since Messiah singled out a whole white dragon, Turin has regarded him as a powerful high-level warrior, perhaps a warrior who has stepped into the realm of legend .With his status and status, getting these things is nothing.

A large piece of meat was pierced with an iron braze on the firepit, and Turin turned it from time to time, and the fat in the meat made a mouth-watering sizzling sound.

"I have to think about how to cast your knife. After all, you are a real dragon slayer, why did you ask me and Sam to top the tank?" The dwarf took out a small cloth bag from his arms cherishingly, and A pinch of powder was evenly sprinkled on the meat, and the unique spicy aroma of the spice spread throughout the entire workshop.

Messiah turned his head indifferently, looked at the cheerful flames in the fire pit, and did not answer.He just hates places with many people from the bottom of his heart. The more people there are, the more negative emotions will be mixed together. This is not good news for him who has twin souls.He just wanted to take the money and leave quietly, instead of falling into the hungry eyes of the widows.

"Oh, you stopped talking again." Du Ling spread his hands helplessly, pulled out the cork of the wine bottle, and poured wine into the glasses of the two of them.

The wine is red, not the purple color of wine, but a deep red like a flame.The white dragon's body was too big to be taken away by them alone. They only cut off the dragon's head and some valuable parts.Turin and Sam tried their best to bring back some dragon blood, which was made into dragon blood wine by dwarves who were good at brewing.There have long been rumors in the world that bathing in dragon's blood made them invulnerable. The dragon's blood wine brewed by the dwarves is used internally, and the benefits may not stop there.

Messiah took a sip, and a few drops of bright red remained on the pale lips, as if it was a vampire used to scare children into tears in the story.

The dwarf stared at the materials in the room, and suddenly he had a burst of inspiration. After a few mouthfuls of barbecue, he rushed to the workbench and began to write and draw.

After several alterations, a basket of discarded parchment was piled up, and the prototype of the long knife appeared on the paper.Du Ling rubbed his temples wearily, searched in the wooden box for a while, and found a few pieces of moderately sized ore.

Then the dwarf lit the stove again, and tugged on the bellows to make the fire burn brighter.While pulling the bellows, Du Ling stared at the red-hot coals inside, constantly estimating the furnace temperature.When the time is right, put a few pieces of ore inside.

"Durga bless, I hope to succeed once." Du Ling murmured, his eyes kept drifting to a small, smoky shrine on the top of the work shed.

The ore that Messiah brought up from the Underdark region was of high purity, which saved Turin from the refining process, but correspondingly increased the melting point of the ore a lot.The two stayed in the shed, staying at home, staring nervously at the red ore in the flames.After waiting for five days, Turin took out the softened ore, put it on the anvil, and started forging.

The ore after the fire obviously shrank a lot, and it was not enough to support the casting of the entire weapon.Turin first made a reduced model in equal proportions, placed the model under the shrine, and prayed devoutly to the gods whose faces could not be seen clearly on the shrine.

A light of the same color as the fire circled around the model, and finally sank into the dwarf's hands.At the same time, Messiah also felt similar to the gaze of Rose, the Queen of the Spiders, only gentler, stronger and heavier than that.

"Praise the hammer! The great father of the hammer blessed its birth!" Turin clenched his fists, jumped up, and shouted loudly.

This is also expected, almost all of the weapons are made of fine gold and mithril, even if they are only based on their essence, they are already superior to most of the equipment, and the casting of each powerful weapon will indirectly strengthen Durga's divine power.

Turin started forging almost non-stop, and the swaying flames became higher and higher day by day, filling the entire workshop.

The dwarves first refined the molten ore into metal strips that were not as thick as a finger, and stacked them up little by little in a certain order, so that the forged weapon would not be brittle.

"It's your turn." Du Ling rubbed his sore shoulders and sat on the stool panting.Swinging an iron hammer is a physical effort, not to mention the astonishingly hard fine gold.After Messiah tried a few hammers, the dwarf found that he hammered steadily and well, so he was more happy and lazy.

Messiah took the hammer expressionlessly and struck it on the anvil. The long knife gradually took on a smooth and elegant shape.The dwarf stood aside, constantly sprinkling the refined keel essence and other precious material powders on the red-hot blade.

As soon as it touched the blade, the powder turned into a plume of green smoke, leaving the useful part to seep into the blade.

The cyan-blue pupils reflected the skillful and smooth movements of the dwarf Turin, and the Messiah would imprint a moment in his heart.

For the final firing, Turin mixed some unnamed things with dragon's blood and applied it to the amazingly long blade.After covering it with a layer of ash, like a layer of mud, let the flames dry the outer mud shell.

Then there is no need for a fire anymore.

Messiah stares at the pool used for quenching.In order to pursue higher skills, the dwarves deliberately replaced the clear water with dragon's blood, and the dark red water rippled slightly, revealing an icy breath.With an inexplicable premonition, he cut his wrist and let the warm liquid drip into the pool.

Du Ling turned around with a knife that was taller than others, and stared suspiciously at the quenching pool.There seemed to be something different about the water in the pool, maybe it was his eyesight, why did he feel a layer of starlight floating on the dragon's blood?

When the hot metal met the cold dragon's blood, it immediately boiled violently, and the reddish mist rushed to the roof, which was extremely stenchy and unpleasant.

Messiah reached out and took out the hot blade.

The color of the quenching pool has visibly faded.

Even though Turin has forged countless excellent equipment, he can't help but admire it.The long knife reached seven and a half feet as required by the Messiah, and the widest was no more than three fingers. It was smooth, smooth, slightly curved, and had a silver-blue luster.

Du Ling looked at it over and over again. After sharpening, the knife was covered with feathery lines, giving it a natural beauty.He polished the edge with a special technique and constantly adjusted the angle. As long as you look closely, you can see many different cuts, bringing out the sharpness of the weapon to the fullest.

I'm afraid this is the peak that he will never surpass in his life.

Du Ling suddenly felt a sense of emptiness and exhaustion from the inside out, and sat down on the bench, looking at the silver-haired young man standing with a knife.

When the long knife was in his hand, Messiah felt a sense of intimacy, as if flesh and blood were connected.Try to wave it, and immediately there will be a loud cracking sound, as if the air is about to be torn.Messiah raised the corners of his lips in unconcealable excitement, and just imagining the sound of the blade tearing flesh made him unable to bear the illusion that his whole body was boiling.

He pushed open the shed door and walked into the cold outdoor.There is a gleam of brilliance flowing on the tip of the knife, like a lone moon hanging in the sky, and like dewdrops that are about to evaporate on the grass leaves in the morning.

Clear, beautiful, and fleeting.

"It's so beautiful." Du Ling, who didn't know when he came out, admired sincerely.

It was a true work of art.The smooth and slender blade is the waist of a beauty, and the willow branch in the southern wind.The golden lines spread along the blade spine all the way to the tip, and the bumps on the vine lines are like flower buds, only the watering of blood can make it bloom.

Holding it in the hands of the silver-haired young man, there is no slight discrepancy, just as natural as the extension of his limbs.

The whimsical idea of ​​the Messiah could be successfully realized, even Turin himself found it inconceivable, as if some kind of will in the dark, using his hands to forge such a weapon.

"You look really good for the knife."

"Indeed, it suits me very well. The weight and length are suitable." Messiah raised the long knife in front of him, turned it against the moonlight, and carefully observed every part of the blade.

"What name do you plan to give this knife?" Turin asked curiously.In his opinion, such a weapon should be paired with a gem-studded scabbard, and a name that is too long to die for and a mouthful.

Messiah tilted his head in confusion.

"A knife is a knife, what name do you want? If you want to name it, how about choosing a second. The first knife was broken in the keel before, and this is the second."

Du Ling twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly, seeing that the most proud work in his life was about to be reduced to the point where he didn't even have a name, so he hurriedly saved it.

"It's such a simple and straightforward name... This knife is made of pure gold and mithril. In the ancient books handed down by Brand, there is another name called 'Ithildin Metal', why not call it 'Ithil 'How about it?"

"You can do whatever you want. Then, let's call it Isir." Having said that, Messiah bit his finger and wrote a series of letters neatly on the knife dipped in blood.

Near the spine of the knife, there is a small depression, and the name of the knife is branded in the blank space where the gold threads are wound.

The dwarf Turin raised his head in surprise and looked around.When I named it just now, I felt in a trance that the moonlight around me suddenly became stronger. When I looked closely, it seemed that nothing had happened.

The sound of gurgling water interrupted his thoughts.Du Ling followed the sound and saw that there was a stream in the thick snow layer, flowing along the canal in front of his door.A few emerald green seedlings emerged from the pure white snow.

It turned out that after Messiah sent the materials, he fell into an unprecedented frenzy and devoted himself to casting day and night. When the long knife was finally completed, two years had passed.Since he started working, Northland has ushered in its second spring.

The dwarf took a handful of icy snow water, splashed it on his face, rubbed it vigorously a few times, and sure enough, a thick layer of sludge was formed.

time flies.Turin thought, before he had time to celebrate his 79th birthday, he would be 80 soon.

The author has something to say:

Ithil, hey, Ithil, anyone who has read The Lord of the Rings or The Silmarillion should know what this is.

Come back and update a chapter to test the waters. If there are little angels, continue, maybe every other day or every two days.If not, hehehe

Why red lock?Didn't write anything