The Eighth Hundred and Ninetieth Chapters Red King (1)

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Seeing that there were only a few families in the town, and the only tavern was too small to fit the bedroom of Master Leon's house, the young master of William's family had a bitter expression on his face. I thought that when I arrived in the small town, I could have a good time. The result is this kind of place where the birds don't shit, and there is no place to spend money if you want to. In a tavern in a place like this, you can buy a large glass of bitter ale for a dollar, and there is really nothing more expensive than you want. When he got out of the car, Leon was already thinking about whether to find a decent woman to talk about a calm love to kill time.

Lucy temporarily accompanies Leon to the tavern, while Alan finds Barwent's iron shop by himself. Early in the morning at the blacksmith shop, the chimney on the house kept smoking. Anyone who is familiar with Bawente knows that this blacksmith has been weird recently. Not only did I turn off all the work, but I also got up early to work every day for the first time, which was unimaginable before.

The door of the iron shop was ajar, and Allen raised his hand and knocked it lightly, calling the blacksmith's name. An old man's voice sounded inside: "The door is unlocked, won't you roll in by yourself?"

Allen pushed the door open and entered.

The house was like a big furnace, boiling with heat.

Bawinter was shirtless, wearing a pair of baggy trousers, and stood barefoot. With his back to Allen, he kept raising his hammer and tapping beside the stove. On the black lacquered hammer, the head of the hammer was bright red, and the body of the hammer emitted blue smoke, obviously the temperature was extremely high. Bawent didn't realize it, and knocked down with a hammer, mechanically, but every movement was extremely precise.

Allen stood behind him not daring to disturb.

Hammering down again, Bawent put down the hammer and reached into an iron basin next to him. The basin was full of clear water, and as soon as the hands entered it, the clear water suddenly turned black and red. After washing his hands, the old blacksmith turned around. Glancing at Allen, he took a sip from the jug next to him, wiped off the wine stains on his beard, and said, "Horn's grandson?"

Allen nodded.

Bawent beckoned, beckoning him to walk over. ?▋? E novel ▼ said www.e o sh u o.o ? Allen walked to the edge of the stove without saying a word, and saw that the tools here were simple, and there was an anvil next to the stove with a knife embryo lying on it. The whole body of the knife embryo was fiery red, and the edge of the knife, which had not yet opened its edge, was even more red. After standing for a few seconds, beads of sweat appeared on Alan's forehead, and he turned around: "Is this Qianjun?"

"Otherwise?" Bawent squinted his eyes, looked at the knife embryo on the anvil and said, "I will combine Qianjun's broken blade, and the fragments and corners sent by Mr. Heart melted together. After making this knife embryo, there will be nothing more. Originally, I planned to inform Master Horn to let you come, but you came by yourself, very good. I still need today to finish it .But from now on, the final steps are up to you to complete."

Allen didn't ask why,

He nodded directly and said, "How should I do it?"

Seeing that he acted simply, Bawent lost a bit of coldness in his eyes. He stepped forward, held the hammer in one hand, fixed the knife embryo with iron pliers in the other, and then raised the hammer to smash it down. Again and again, the iron edge hit the knife embryo with sparks flying, and from time to time a burst of flames spewed out from the knife, no wonder the room was so hot. Bawent hammered ten times, put down the hammer and looked at Allen: "How is it?"

Allen exhaled: "I'll try."

The blacksmith backed away, and Allen stood in his place. Stretching out his hand to hold the iron front, he felt that the hammer was astonishingly hot as soon as his palm touched the handle. Clenched again, the palms were uneven. When he lifted the hammer, he felt that the weight was even more amazing, and Allen was slightly surprised.

Bawent picked up the jug and said, "This thing is the same material as Qianjun."

Only then was Allen relieved, and then raised his hammer to strike. After knocking it several times, the palm of my hand hurt, and a thread of blood oozes from between the fingers, swims down the body of the hammer, and evaporates quickly. But Allen's perception is so keen now, he immediately noticed that a ray of pure breath remained in his blood, and it was pressed into the knife embryo with the hammering action. As soon as the blood energy entered the knife embryo, it immediately led to a flame, and an indescribable feeling appeared between Allen and the knife embryo.

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This knock lasted for three full hours.

For the first hour, Bawent drank by his side.

For the next hour, Bawent dozed off beside him.

For the third hour, the old blacksmith looked at Alan's back swinging his hammer without blinking his eyes.

When the three hours were up, he called to stop. Allen put down the hammer, and the iron lump on the handle of the hammer rubbed blood on his palm. At this time, the blacksmith brought a basin of clean water and said, "Let's wash it, and continue in the afternoon."

Allen washed his hands and asked, "How many more days?"

"At least three days."

"Then I'll find a hotel to stay in."

Bawent shook his head and said, "There is only one hotel in the town, and the price is too cheap, so stay at my house."

Allen showed a sincere smile: "That's better."

So the three of them lived in Bawent's house that day, and Alan and Bawent were busy in the iron shop. A hammer knife, and one pointing at the side from time to time. Lucy takes care of the daily life of these young and old men. There is a rare girl in the family. Lucy tidies up the blacksmith's house and cooks the food herself. She is also extremely busy. Only Leon was an idler, this young master was extremely romantic, and that night he had already invited the mayor's granddaughter to linger in the tavern.

In the next few days, Allen would swing the hammer in addition to swinging the hammer, which can be described as extremely boring. The next day Leon vowed to attack Allen, but by the afternoon he had run away without a trace. Allen showed concentration and patience that are rare at his age, and he was never impatient with hitting the hammer hundreds of times. In this way, on the afternoon of the third day, the knife embryo on the anvil was no longer as bright red as when it was first seen, and the red light on the knife was much restrained. With each swing of the hammer, when the pure blood was continuously injected into the knife embryo, the connection between Allen and it became stronger and stronger.

He could feel the fire source force active in the knife embryo, and these source forces gradually resonated with it. When he remembered that he had been tricked by the Federation, the color of the knife embryo was crimson, and the source of power in the knife surged and roared. When he thought of Lucy and Catherine counting daughters, his heart felt peaceful, the color of the knife was as warm as jade, and the source power in it flowed slowly like a stream. At dusk, with a hammer, Allen recalled the determination in his mother's eyes when he said goodbye, the whole body of the knife embryo lit up, gushing red flames, and immediately hot smoke billowed from the iron shop. When the smoke dissipated, the blade was no longer red, but a deep vermilion, with a faint flame lingering like haze.

Bawent's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands and said, "It's done, the last step is tomorrow."

Allen put down the hammer, reached into the basin, and washed away the blood on his palms. Looking at the long knife that was only a mile away from the completion, he felt a sense of blood and flesh connected. The long knife also echoed, a red light flashed deep inside the blade, like a swimming dragon.

At this time, there was a commotion outside the door.

Bawent frowned, pushed the door and walked out. It happened that several young people ran past in a panic, and the blacksmith grabbed one of them and asked, "What are you doing in such a panic?"

Seeing that it was a blacksmith, the young man shouted: "Let's go, Mr. Bawente, the town is about to suffer. It's Iron Wolf's people."

"Iron wolves? They're not in Grizzly Town, more than a hundred kilometers away. Why did they come to us?"

"Who knows? Now the mayor and his guards are going to negotiate with them, but our guards only have a dozen or so people, and there are fifty or sixty people in the family, and they are all armed!" The young man broke free from the blacksmith's hand: " I have to go home and have a look, if not, I can only take my family to the mountains to hide, hey."

The blacksmith rolled his eyes, turned around and went back to the house to get the hammer. As soon as his hand touched the hammer, Allen gently pressed the back of his hand and said lightly: "I'll go and have a look."

There was chaos in the tavern.

Leon was still leaning back on the chair with an old look on the ground, and a pretty young woman sat on his lap. Hearing the commotion outside, the girl was fidgeting. Leon shook the bad wine in the glass and said, "Don't panic, it's just a small armed group. When I was playing sticks on the surface a few years ago, I used to take it a lot." The den of these thugs. Dear Juliet, you wait here, and I'll go..."

Suddenly a figure passed by the corner of his eye, and Leon looked intently, and happened to see Allen blinking at him. The young master shrugged his shoulders: "Well, I can't get out of the limelight."

The girl named Juliet looked at him suspiciously.

Leon turned towards Alan's back and said angrily: "Did you see that guy? That's right. That's my brother. Don't look at him as tender, that guy is much better than me. Damn it , this kid who is so lucky. I accidentally rose to level 25, and I worked so hard to get two levels..."

Master Leon let out a long sigh, and could only concentrate on the fresh and simple girl on his lap. I'm used to eating big meals, it's not bad to change to light ones occasionally, Leon thought while looking at the girl with a smile.

On this day, the people in the town were in a mess. The iron wolf bandits came with bad intentions. The men were ready to fight desperately, while the women and children hid at home. Then they saw one of the young men who had come to the blacksmith's house a few days ago quietly walk out of the village, and people could not guess his intentions. Then there was the roar of machine guns and explosions outside the town, but these sounds soon died away. The young man came back after a while, and there was nothing unusual, except that when he passed by, the snow on the road melted quietly.

From the outskirts of the town to the blacksmith's house, the young man stepped on a smooth road in the snow.

Until night fell, no one from Iron Wolf appeared. Not long after, the mayor and the guards came back, and everyone looked strange. After a while, finally a young man who couldn't bear the torment of curiosity dared to look outside the town, and was immediately speechless. I saw that the snow in the open space outside the town had been melted, and there were more than a dozen charred corpses lying on the bare ground, as well as the wreckage of some locomotives.

Only the mayor and the guards knew that Allen went out of the town alone, ignited the fire with both hands, and wiped out one-third of Iron Wolf's people, while the rest were scared to death and fled.