Chapter 137
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It was not easy to create a high-grade rare weapon. Without enchantment, the blacksmith master's work was the limit. Any higher would require magic enchantment.
Magic enchantment was a very magical thing. It had the ability to turn something rotten into something magical. It could add some magical power to the weapon. There were many monsters and powerful creatures in this world. Ordinary weapons could not hurt them.
For example, a real dragon. Ordinary weapons could not leave a mark on the scales of a real dragon. There were also some elemental creatures. Ordinary weapons were also ineffective. Take the fire elemental elder for example. Ordinary weapons would turn into molten iron as soon as they got close. Only rare weapons could hurt them.
Bruce's eyes became more and more bloodshot, and his spirit became more and more excited. Suhlen was worried that his body could not take it, so he asked Hathaway to make him an energy potion and a strength potion. Although Bruce's blacksmith skills were extraordinary, his strength was not strong. He was only a low-grade warrior.
Continuous high-intensity work without sleep for several days was likely to cause serious damage to his body. Maybe after he finished forging the weapon, he would exit that strange state and become a cripple. He did not want a blacksmith master to become a cripple.
Soon, five days had passed.
Bruce did not sleep for five days. Although he had the potions provided by Hathaway, he still looked thinner. However, he still looked excited. The blacksmith apprentices had already taken turns to help here. Even so, these blacksmith apprentices looked a little dispirited.
Suhlen came here every day to check. Finally, on the sixth day, Bruce's face showed a trace of satisfaction.
"Clang!"
The hammer fell. A single-sided crescent halberd covered with cloud patterns and shimmering with purple light appeared on the workbench. The halberd's body was simple. There were only some decorations like fish scales, which were used to prevent slippage. The crescent blade on it had been sharpened. The cloud patterns around it made it look very mysterious.
Su Lun took a look at it and fell in love with it at once. He reached out and grabbed it. The weight was just right. Su Lun skillfully brandished the spear and directly hacked at the black iron stone used to test his saber.
Whoosh!
A section of the black iron stone was directly cut off. The cut was as smooth as a mirror. This kind of black iron stone was used to test the saber and was extremely hard. Ordinary sabers and swords would only be able to leave a shallow mark on it, but this Purple Dragon Halberd was actually able to easily cut through it.
Suhlen held the halberd horizontally and looked at the crescent blade. He saw that there were no marks or gaps on the blade. It was still shining with cold light.
Suhlen looked at the Purple Dragon Halberd in his hand with satisfaction. This weapon could be said to be the strongest weapon he had ever seen.
"Phew, I'm finally done. I'm too tired. I'll take a nap first." I'll take a nap. "After Bruce finished forging, a strong sense of fatigue suddenly hit him. His whole body was sore and his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them at all. As soon as he finished speaking, his body swayed and fell backward.
Fortunately, Suhlen's eyes were sharp and his hands were fast. He caught Bruce and the two blacksmith apprentices beside him quickly went forward to support him. Suhlen thought that this guy was exhausted. After hearing the snoring sound and finding that Bruce was just overly tired, he was relieved and let the two blacksmith apprentices take him back to rest.
[Purple Dragon Halberd: Type: Spear Weapon (Unenchanted) + 3 Item Grade: Middle-rank Magic Item. It is a powerful weapon made with forged steel, meteor iron, tungsten steel, and purple crystal as raw materials. It is quenched with the blood of Cryopterus. Requirements: Strength 14 or above. Additional effect: Sharpness + 3, Toughness + 3, Armor Penetration + 2]
Looking at the attributes of this weapon, Suhlen's expression was also very surprised. This weapon had reached the limit of a Middle-rank Magic Item. However, this weapon itself did not have any elemental damage. Of course, its additional Sharpness and Armor Penetration were already very strong.
Level 3 Sharpness and Level 2 Armor Penetration. Even steel plate armor could be easily broken by this weapon. This weapon was not completed yet. Suhlen left the blacksmith shop with the Purple Dragon Halberd and walked towards Hathaway's laboratory.
Whether this weapon could become a high-rank Magic Item or not depended on the enchantment effect of Hathaway. After arriving at Hathaway's alchemy laboratory and telling Hathaway the requirements of the weapon enchantment, Suhlen put down the weapon and left.
This kind of high-rank enchantment could not have the slightest mistake. Suhlen naturally could not stay here. If there was a problem and caused the enchantment to fail, the power of this weapon would be greatly reduced. At that time, even Bruce might not be able to forge such a peak Middle-rank weapon again.
After coming out of the laboratory, Suhlen suddenly felt a little cold on his face. He looked up and saw snow falling from the sky. It was snowing in the Northern Wasteland.
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Suhlen stood on the balcony of the castle and looked at the sky outside. At this time, it was already snowing heavily. The caravan led by Zeon had been gone for more than half a month. At this time, they should be on their way back. However, they encountered this heavy snow, so the time of their return would probably be delayed.
He was not worried about the safety of the caravan. He was worried about the slaves that he bought this time. If the snow was too heavy and Zeon did not prepare enough cotton-padded clothes, many of the slaves would definitely freeze to death. The territory's population was not enough to begin with. He did not want to lose any more people.
"Have the winter supplies in the city been distributed?" Suhlen asked casually.
"According to your instructions, it has been distributed," Kris said. "I've already made sure that everyone has cotton-padded clothes. At the same time, every household has been given charcoal to warm themselves. Moreover, the houses we built have good insulation. This winter, no one will freeze to death."
"Zeon will definitely bring back a large number of slaves. Have their living quarters and cotton-padded clothes been prepared?"
"I've prepared for three thousand people," Kris said.
"That's not enough. Double the number. The winter in the Northern Wasteland is very cold. Those refugees who can't survive will not give up any chance to live. When the time comes, there will be a lot of people."
Zeon had brought fifteen thousand gold Nars with him this time. A slave of the lowest grade would cost around two gold Nars, while a slave with a certain skill would cost between fifty to a hundred gold Nars. He must have bought a lot of slaves this time.
"I'll have someone arrange it." Kris nodded and prepared to leave. However, at this time, a series of hurried footsteps came from the corridor, followed by a knock on the door.
"Come in," Kris said.
"Monseigneur, there's an urgent military report!" A man dressed as a scout walked in and said.
Suhlen's heart tightened. The scouts he sent out had been investigating the movements outside the territory. It seemed that another tribe was about to make a move.
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