Finally... the most exciting moment has arrived, all the blacksmiths in the dwarf village have gathered at my blacksmith shop, one by one opening their eyes wide, waiting to see me forge.

  Dont be absurd, the work of forging is not done here, but rather on the lake, because... only there is there a sufficient source of water, and only there can the refining and forging of stone be carried out.

  Sitting on a simple wooden raft, we arrived at a small island in the center of the lake. The tribal elder called it Lian Island because... there was a bone-chilling icy spring here, as well as a boiling hot spring, which was most suitable for quenching weapons.

  Under the guidance of the patriarchal grandfather, I began my forging program with a serious expression. I knew that this was absolutely not allowed to make any mistakes, once an error occurred, all previous efforts would be in vain. In a short period of time, I couldnt get a second refining stone, which means I only had one chance. Once I made a mistake, the treasured sword would basically be hopeless.

  The clan elder grandfather handed me a mouth of iron pot, indicating that I put it on the intersection of ice spring and fire spring, where the water flow is the largest, and the water source is also the most sufficient.

  Following the patriarchs guidance, I put the large pot made of rhodium into the spring water. Rhodium has a high melting point, which is the highest among all metals except for meteoric iron, so... it is the best container for refining stone and forging weapons. Its just that in any other place besides the dwarven clan, you cant find such a large pot made of rhodium. Although rhodium isnt a good material for casting weapons, its preciousness and rarity are not inferior to any other metal.

  First, I put all the ores I collected into the pot, then placed the refining stone that the tribal elder gave me on top of the ores. Next, it was time for the most critical moment.

  I took the small knife handed over by the tribal elder grandfather, I knew... the next step was to drip blood. The tribal elder grandfather said that we had to keep dripping blood until all the ore melted, and as for how much blood to drip, it depended on the reaction of the ore. Anyway, it would definitely not be just one or two drops.

  I gritted my teeth and cut my wrist with the sharp blade, but it wouldnt kill me, Id just bleed a little. Almost closing my eyes, I quickly slashed my wrist open, and the next moment... A stream of blood gushed out from the wound, gathered into a small trickle, and dripped onto the whetstone through my fingertips.

  As soon as it came into contact with my fresh blood, the refining stone suddenly lit up, and in an instant... a shocking amount of heat spread out from the refining stone at an explosive speed, and in an instant... I felt like I was being roasted on a stove.

  Everyones expression became serious, they had never experienced the refinement of the stone furnace before, and they didnt expect the temperature emitted by the refined stone to be so high! That was simply unbearable for humans.

  As the drop of fresh blood dripped onto the refining stone, the temperature of the refining stone rose higher and higher, and it gradually lit up. In just a short while, its brightness reached an astonishing degree, even surpassing the sunlight in the sky.

  Time passed minute by minute, as if only a few seconds had passed, yet it seemed like several hours had already passed. Finally... the Silver Ore began to melt, followed by the Golden Snake Ore, then the Fine Copper Ore, Emerald Stone, and Dark Iron Stone. However... the Meteorite Ore and Crystal Ore didnt react at all, not even showing any signs of melting.

  At this time... I had already lost a lot of blood, the total amount was over one catty, my head was starting to spin and my body kept sending weak feelings!

  The clan leaders expression turned serious, as he had never reached this stage before when refining and forging stones. All the ores had always melted completely, but this time... the meteorite ore and silver crystal ore didnt even show a hint of melting, which was absolutely abnormal.

  The tribes leader furrowed his brow tightly, knowing that neither the silver crystal stone nor the meteoric iron ore was an ordinary mineral. He had also refined the meteoric iron before, and it was absolutely not so difficult to melt.

  The fresh blood was still dripping non-stop, the other metal solutions had already started boiling, but... the meteorite and silver crystal remained completely unresponsive.

  Steam was rising from the bottom of the iron pot, and the heat emanating from inside had already brought the spring water below to a complete boil. The intense steam was gushing out violently, making a hissing sound.

  Two catties! Ive already shed two catties of blood, and now I finally understand the clan elders advice. Indeed... this kind of life-or-death forging method absolutely cant be used often. This one time is enough to suffer!

  The bleeding still hasnt stopped, everyone can see that things are taking a turn for the worse. If this keeps up, Leng Mo really will die. Theres not as much blood in a persons body as youd think, and if they lose too much of it, they really will die.

  Gradually... Im getting a little fuzzy-headed, I feel the approach of death again, everything in front of me starts to shake, I know... I wont be able to hold on for much longer!

  The thrill of death is exciting me again, and in the blink of an eye, my eyes turn blood red, a cruel smile appears at the corner of my mouth, the knife in my left hand rises again, and with a fierce slash, it cuts through my wrist once more. Suddenly...blood erupts out wildly, this time...Ive cut through an artery!

  Blood was almost sprayed on the refining stone, this was a completely reckless move, I who had already become extremely excited, only wanted to savor the thrill of bleeding, although it was my own blood, but I just couldnt stop my impulse, as soon as I had such a desire, my hand moved.

  Smiling gloomily at the fresh blood spurting from my wrist, I feel that the bright red color is so beautiful, so dazzling. I like this color, and even more, I like this tragic flavor. Come on, come faster!

  Just as I raised the dagger again, my left hand was suddenly struck by an object, and the dagger flew out of my hand with a swishing sound, disappearing somewhere.

  He turned his head back, looked around and found the tribal elder standing in front of him with a worried face, shouting urgently: "Young man! Enough blood, the ore has melted, hurry up! Pour the solution into the mold quickly!"

  I slightly stunned, finally woke up, bowed my head to see that the ore in the pot had indeed completely melted, excitedly pulled over the mold, I quickly put it on the pouring spout of the crucible, at the same time... the patriarchal grandfather had already used an iron rod to lift the crucible, suddenly... the metal solution began to flow into my mold.

  Very soon... all the solution flowed into the mold, not a single drop was left behind. When the last drop of solution flowed into the mold, it just filled the entire mold, not a single drop more or less, all under the guidance of Patriarch Grandpa.

  Although my body was extremely weak and I could faint at any moment, I managed to hold on to my acupoints, stopping the blood from flowing out further. I persisted in not leaving, no matter what, I had to see with my own eyes the moment when the precious sword was forged!

  Rumble!

  When I threw the mold into the confluence of the icy spring and the fire spring with the help of my tribal grandfather, a loud thunder suddenly burst in the sky. Astonished, I looked up to see that the clear blue sky had turned dark with thick clouds.

  I dont care about that, thunder is a natural phenomenon, Im not bothered... Now, nothing is more important than my treasured sword!

  This time the mold is made of burnt and matured soil, which is not afraid of water and will not dissolve due to soaking in water. Its completely different from the kind of soil I used last time to make a mold.

  The mold falls into the water with a hundred misty vapors rushing to the sky, I know... that is the heat emitted by the metal, when the white mist weakens, its the moment the treasure sword emerges from the water!

  Finally... the white fog began to slowly dissipate, I hastily turned my head to look at the tribal elder grandfather, seeing him nodding at me, I dove into the water with a splash, quickly grabbing the heavy mold, and with a forceful swing of my arm, I flung the inkstone onto the shore.

  Excitedly climbing up the shore, I quickly ran towards the mold, haha... After a whole year of hard work, my treasured sword is finally made!

  Excitedly picking up the mold, all the dwarves curiously gathered around, and they were also curious about what kind of weapon would be forged with so many super precious and rare minerals.

  I raised the mold high, using all my strength to smash it onto a nearby rock. With a loud crash, the mold shattered into pieces, and a dark, shiny object rolled out.

  Looking at the black thing on the ground, I stared with wide eyes and walked over step by step. Haha... This is my long-awaited new Baisengbao knife!

  Rumble!

  Just two steps out, still three or four meters away from that dark weapon, a deafening explosion erupted beside my ear, and everything went black... I fell backwards, and as I hit the ground, I saw a bright purple lightning bolt, about a foot thick, strike down from the sky and land precisely on top of the black thing.

  In a daze, I struggled to shake my head and got up with difficulty. When I looked around, everyone had fallen to the ground, including Grandpa, but fortunately no one was hurt. Everyone quickly got up, looking at the black thing on the ground with a frightened face, muttering something in their mouths.

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