Using the weird witchcraft of the black wizard, Molik successfully disguised himself as Leinster and walked out of the cage.

As for the dead Leinster, he was transformed into Molik by Kevin and threw him into a cage.

The life and death of the black wizard is no longer important to the current City of Braves.

Everyone's attention was attracted by the duel and they were all guessing who would win in the end?

"It goes without saying that Lord Leinster will definitely win."

"Of course Lord Lenster won, how could the swordsman be the opponent of the magician?"

"If the swordsman is really that powerful, why haven't he seen other swordsmen again in recent years?"

"Don't compare swordsman with the Demon Swordsman, he doesn't have that qualification at all."

"I think everything is hard to say before the result comes out."

"Ha, finally someone came out and told the truth."

"It's just that there's no duel. How do you know that the Swordsman will definitely lose?"

"What's wrong with the magician? Are magicians necessarily strong?"

...

The fierce debate spread in the City of Braves, and many people participated in the debate.

But most people are still on the side of the magician.

Most people think that magic has an inherent advantage.

Every magician is born noble because they can awaken their magical talents.

As for the swordsman, in everyone's eyes, he is just a group of brute force guys.

I don't know any magic, I just rely on my own brute force.

Everyone has long forgotten that in the past, a group of swordsmen drove the army of the demons out of the Brave Continent.

People today only remember the powerful strength of the magician, full of worship of magic, and hope that the magician can bring peace to their homes.

Lingut didn't care about the discussions in the city at all, and still made his own preparations every day.

And every day, I spend more time in Hans's blacksmith shop.

Hans learned about Lingut's decision and worked hard to forge weapons for Lingut.

Originally, Hans just wanted to prepare a pair of heavy swords for Lingut, but now Hans has taken out the fine iron ore that he has collected for many years.

"These blood essence and iron ore are things that I have treasured for a long time."

Lingut was also a little surprised when he saw the red ore that seemed to be bleeding.

"Mr. Hans, the money I give you doesn't seem to be enough to buy such iron ore, right?"

Hans grinned and said, "This is my sponsorship."

"sponsor?"

Hearing Hans' words made Lingut feel strange.

Hans slowly explained while throwing the blood-red iron ore into the furnace.

"Now most people are learning magic, and my blacksmith shop is almost unable to continue to operate. I hope you can successfully defeat the magician and make the swordsman regain recognition, so that my blacksmith shop business will be better."

Hearing this explanation really made Lin Gut feel amused and crying.

I obviously want to fight to the death and take the opportunity to lure some lurking guys out.

Why did he become an advertisement for him when he arrived at the blacksmith Hans?

And your expectations are a bit taken for granted?

Even if you successfully defeat the magician, it may not necessarily make more people start to learn swordsmanship?

But since Hans is willing to sponsor himself, Lingut will not refuse.

Seeing Hans preparing to start smelting and forging there, he didn't intend to disturb Hans.

But just as he was about to leave, Hans stopped him.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Will I stay here not disturb you?"

"No, you'd better stay because forging requires your help."

Turning back, he looked at Hans with a strange look.

"As a qualified swordsman, you must first understand your own swords and understand your own swords. First, you must start by forging them."

When Lingut heard Hans's words, he was stunned for a moment, and then felt that it seemed very reasonable.

Hans pointed to the apron hanging on the wall: "Go, put on the apron, and come and help."

Without much hesitation, Lingut walked over and put on the blacksmith's apron.

Then he returned to the furnace and accompanied Hans to watch the process of the blood iron being melted.

I saw the iron piece gradually melting by high temperature and then flowing into the trough prepared by the blacksmith.

The impurities in the ore are slowly dissolved during the smelting process.

The hot iron paste is like flowing blood.

While explaining to Lingut, Hans performed some treatments on the iron paste.

The impurities were screened, and before the iron slurry was about to be removed, Lingut dripped a drop of blood into it.

"Fused your blood, so that it can be considered truly injected into your soul."

After that, the solidified iron block was taken out and the subsequent forging process began.

Under Hans' command, Lingut picked up a heavy hammer.

It hits the iron block one after another, and after repeated forging, the impurities in the iron block are forged out again.

At the end, it was clear that a trace of blood appeared on the iron block.

And as the forging was forged, the blood red gradually spread, eventually dyeing the entire iron piece red.

Then Hans took the hammer and began to shape the sword body with his own hands.

Lingut had never watched the process of a sword being shaped so close.

Hans was very serious and meticulous throughout the process.

Every hammer falls is quite accurate, and the whole process is almost done in one go, and no even a slight stagnation is seen.

Finally, a red sword edge gradually appeared.

Lingut vaguely felt that the blade seemed to have some connection with him.

It was a feeling of blood connection, and I seemed to be able to feel the breath of the sword blade.

Finally, when the sword blade was completely shaped and forged again.

The most important link has come to the point where the sword is quenched.

What Lingut did not expect was that Hans let himself drip blood into the quenching fluid again.

"Why are you going to quench your blood again? Are you going to use my blood to quench it?"

Hans said very seriously: "Don't talk nonsense, this is a critical step, hurry up."

Under Hans' urging, Lingut had to cut his palm again and drip blood in the quenching fluid.

But after a few drops, Hans seemed to be unsatisfied and grabbed Lingut's hand directly.

Waving the knife in his hand, he cut a hole in Lingut's arm, and dripped more blood directly.

Lingut asked in a daze: "Are you crazy?"

But Hans ignored it and just pushed him away and took out the sword.

Be careful to put the blade into the quenching liquid bit by bit, accompanied by the sound of "Zla".

The white smoke rose instantly, and Lingut vaguely smelled a strong smell of blood.

At the same time, I feel more deeply the close connection between the sword blade and myself.

It is like two sword blades, like a part of your body, which will resonate with your heart beating.
Chapter completed!