Abel removed the decorations on the sword of a hundred skills, leaving only the iron handle, hilt, and guard. The only place he could put the magic gem was the guard.
He put the handle of the sword of a hundred skills into the furnace. After a while, he took out the red-hot sword with a clamp. He then used a drill to make a hole in the sword. Master Bentham was very pleased with Abel's proficiency in the basics of forging.
One of the main reasons why Abel wanted to learn how to forge was to master his own strength. Therefore, when he had nothing to do, he would practice various forging skills in the operation room. Every forging skill required a different amount of strength. Therefore, after a period of practice, Abel had mastered these basic skills very well.
"Master, I want to make an ice magic sword." Abel had four types of magic weapons. Due to the lack of materials, he could only choose between a fire magic weapon and an ice magic weapon. In Abel's knowledge, an ice magic weapon could slow down the opponent's speed. Coupled with the ice magic damage, he believed that the finished product would be a nightmare for all opponents.
Master Bentham did not say anything. He nervously watched Abel take out a rune pen, dipped it in rune ink, and began to draw runes on the sword.
Abel's hands were very steady. After many years of practice, he was very familiar with this kind of soft rune pen. It was different from writing on paper with normal ink. The process of using ice rune ink on the sword of a hundred skills was very difficult. Abel felt waves of resistance every time the rune pen moved on the sword of a hundred skills. This was the result of the wind wolf fur on the rune pen reducing some of the resistance.
Sweat began to drip down from Abel's head. Not only did this require a lot of strength, but it also required a lot of mental energy. This was because writing required one to be done in one go. There was no stopping in the middle. If there was a pause, the thickness of the ink would be different, and the transfer of mana would cause unknown consequences.
After a full half an hour, the rune lines on the sword of a hundred skills were almost 3 times slower than the time Abel used to practice. But in the end, he succeeded.
Abel took out a sapphire and carefully placed it in the hole. He then used a tool to reinforce the hole so that the sapphire would not move or fall out of the hole.
"Let me see." Master Bentham asked for the sword of hundred skills from Abel. He looked at it carefully and said, "Your drawing process is a bit faster than mine. The runes are drawn perfectly, and there are no problems with the gemstone. I think we can move on to the next step."
Seeing Master Bentham's confident look, Abel smiled a little. The process of drawing the runes consumed a lot of his mental strength, so he sat on the ground and rested for nearly an hour before his mental strength recovered.
Abel carefully placed his power of the will on the edge of the sapphire, which was the ice gemstone that Master Bentham had mentioned. He slowly probed the rune lines with his power of the will. A cold energy flowed in the direction of his power of the will. He carefully moved this cold energy along the rune lines towards the center of the rune. This process could not be fast. If it was too fast, the cold energy would fall behind and return to the sapphire. If it was too slow, the cold energy would freeze his power of the will.
After failing a few times, on the fifth try, he finally succeeded in using his power of the will to guide the cold energy into the middle of the rune. The sword of a hundred skills suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and Abel seemed to have heard the sound of the sword breaking. Almost without thinking, he threw the sword of a hundred skills out and pressed Master Bentham, who was in a trance, behind the huge iron workbench.
"Boom!" Abel could only hear the sound of the shards breaking through the air, followed by the sound of something hitting something. After a while, the sound finally stopped, and everything became quiet.
Abel slowly poked his head out and looked at the place where the explosion occurred. The workbench was a mess, and the walls were full of small holes. Fortunately, the workbench was made of stone, and the tools inside were made of fine iron. Other than the big hole on the ground, there was not much damage.
Master Bentham also recovered from the shocking scene and looked at Abel. Both of them felt like they had just survived a disaster.
"What's wrong?"
"Master, are you okay?"
"Master, are you okay?"
"Master, master."
There was a lot of noise, and the door of the workbench was opened. The blacksmiths rushed in. The sound just now had shocked everyone.
The horrible scene in the room made the people who rushed in take a deep breath. For a moment, everyone looked at Master Bentham and Abel in surprise. What were the two making? How could it be so powerful?
"Don't talk, don't ask, get out!" Master Bentham shouted loudly, and drove everyone out. Even his disciple Geddon was driven out.
"What's the reason?" Abel was a little confused. He thought that he had done very well, and the process was very smooth. Why did it explode at the last moment?
Master Bentham picked up the rune ink and carefully examined it. He sniffed it with his nose and rubbed it with his hand. Finally, he said with certainty, "There's no problem with the rune ink. It was made strictly according to the formula. I've been making this for many years, so it's unlikely that there's a mistake."
"Then there must be a mistake in the process." Abel recalled his process. Other than taking three times longer than usual to draw the rune, there was nothing wrong with it.
Thinking of this, Abel said with certainty, "Maybe it took too long to draw the rune."
"Yes, after a long time, the first ink and the last ink may have been exposed to the outside for too long. The properties of the two inks may have changed, and the mana transfer was unstable, so it exploded." Master Bentham analyzed. He had been studying this material for almost his entire life. When Abel mentioned this possibility, he already thought of the reason for the mistake.
"Can you use the power of the will to draw the rune? Will that be faster?" Master Bentham asked. He did not have the power of the will, so he could only ask Abel.
Abel thought for a moment and replied, "There shouldn't be a problem. It's just that the consumption of the power of the will is a bit too high. I'll need more time to rest before I use the power of the will again."
Once again, he found a sword of a hundred skills from the ground and made a groove. This time, he was more experienced than the first time, so his speed was a bit faster.
Then, it was time to draw the rune. Abel closed his eyes and emptied his mind. Slowly, he opened his eyes. At this moment, he only had eyes for the sword in front of him. The sword was magnified in his eyes, and every detail on the sword was magnified many times. When the rune pen drew on the sword, the rune ink and the sword's surface were constantly fused together. This was also the reason for the resistance. This kind of rune ink, which was specially designed for weapons, could be tightly attached to the surface of the sword and form a strange substance. Due to the guidance of the power of the will, Abel's power and the rune pen reached the pinnacle. The speed of the rune drawing was much faster than before. After 10 minutes, the rune was successfully drawn. When Abel woke up from the state of the will, he was already exhausted.
This time, Abel rested for two hours before he recovered from his state of exhaustion. Next, he used the power of the will to guide the power of the will. Without any pause, he guided the power of the will into the middle of the rune.
A light flashed on the sword of a hundred skills. This time, the light was not dazzling. The runes covering the sword began to shine. Slowly, the light became dimmer and dimmer. Finally, the runes disappeared from the surface of the sword. The sword of a hundred skills returned to its original appearance. Other than the groove on the hilt, there was no difference between it and the original sword of a hundred skills.
Master Bentham took the sword of a hundred skills with trembling hands. His fingers tapped on the blade, and a cold light flashed on the sword. Then, a layer of frost formed on the surface of Master Bentham's fingers.
"Master, are you okay?" Abel saw the frost on Master Bentham's fingers and could not help but ask in surprise.
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