Ride and Cut

The blade presents a fierce arc, which can maximize the power of slashing.

The blade is as bright as a mirror, and the edge of the blade has shallow wavy lines formed by burning the blade with soil. Under the sun, it shines with a chilling cold light.

With a flick of the fingers, the voice is as clear as a dragon chant, which shows how transparent the texture is. The lord plucked a strand of hair, and waved it lightly along the blade.

"bass"

There was a slight humming, and the hair immediately split into two sections.

"Hey!" A group of idlers watching the excitement suddenly exclaimed in unison.

"I'll try." Abu was still a little unbelieving, and suddenly pulled a piece of leg hair from Gunther's leg, placed it horizontally on the blade and let go of his fingers.

The hair fluttered down, the force was especially slight, but the moment it touched the blade, it still broke into two pieces.

"Aren't you in need of a beating?" Gang Manzi rubbed his calf violently, baring his teeth and grinning ferociously.

"Blowing the hair and breaking the hair, it's terrible." The lord blew a whistle.

"In the fourteen times of folding and forging, wind-milled mountain copper is added one by one to make it even in texture. The edge is sharp and the back is strong. According to the latest liquid balance theory, it is quenched with tiger urine and butter." Chief Saitos is very proud.

"It is stronger than my era in terms of craftsmanship, and it is superior to the present in terms of materials. It can be said that it is the fusion of the advantages of the two eras." He shrugged, "To be honest, even I am curious about what height it will reach."

As usual, the maker's name is engraved on the back of the knife, but as a trial work, almost all master craftsmen have contributed to its birth. The long name extends from the blade to the end, representing the wisdom of the group.

"Are there still tigers in our Alpine Castle?" the lord asked curiously when he heard the lake urine.

In this regard, several tiger hunters who were watching the excitement coughed lightly in embarrassment.

Li Cha was stunned, and forced his laughter back, "You'll know if you try it."

Ordnance manufacturing at Alpine Fort has gone through several stages of development.

Remelted and forged with spoils of varying quality, it is considered the first generation of standard weapons. The quality of the iron itself is very poor, and the blacksmiths can't get back to work even if they rush to work, it can only be said to be mediocre. Soon after that, it withdrew from the stage of history and piled up in the warehouse to collect ashes.

Later, they mined, smelted iron, and forged by themselves, and the weapons and armor were carefully manufactured by dwarf blacksmiths. Whether it is the grade of ore, the level of forging, or even the design idea, they are already quite good. This is the second-generation standard weapon, and it has been equipped to this day.

And the current magic pattern steel weapon mixed with a certain amount of wind-milled mountain copper powder will be the third generation without accident. Before it is fully installed, it has to compete with two generations of predecessors.

"Abel, raise your knife."

With an order, the majestic Charr centaur warrior grabbed the freshly baked magic pattern stainless steel long knife and cut it sideways.

On the other hand, Li Cha held a long sword that he had just seized when he gained a foothold in the wilderness. It had been piled up in the warehouse without seeing the sun for several years, and it was already covered with rust.

Accompanied by the sound of "Woo" piercing through the air, there was a textbook-like downward chop.

Li Cha lightened his hand, and only half of the sword was left. The front tip of the sword fell to the ground, and the fracture was fairly smooth. On the long knife in Abel's hand, only some inconspicuous scratches could be seen.

"It's an exaggeration to cut iron like mud." The lord said, changing another weapon in his hand.

A typical representative of the second generation of products, the cavalry scimitar used by centaurs. This time the contest was a bit worth watching, the two weapons "bite" together after hitting each other, at least they were not directly chopped off in the middle like just now.

But after the separation, the gap was still obvious—the second-generation scimitar was cut with a gap nearly half the width of the blade, and it was declared completely scrapped.

On the magic pattern fine steel long knife, there is barely a crack smaller than a grain of rice.

"An earth-shattering and terrifying improvement." Buckland observed for a long time with his cloudy eyes open, slightly puzzled, "This level of weapon is too gorgeous and too eye-catching. If you carry it on the battlefield, it will definitely be targeted by the enemy as a noble officer."

"You're overthinking." Li Cha just laughed off this worry, "In the future, the magic steel weapon will be a standard equipment for everyone, so there is nothing that is not eye-catching."

"Yes, the best way to hide a gold coin is to hide it in a pile of gold coins." The old white tiger nodded.

"Next, just start production at full capacity." The lord slammed his fist fiercely, "I see who can compare equipment with our Alpine Castle in the future!"

A group of Ripper warriors and officers were immediately excited, eager to put on new equipment and fight a battle immediately. It's a pity that with the current production speed, they must still have to wait.

"Li Cha!" Annie ran over from the hill like a gust of wind, and said out of breath, "There is a magician who claims to be your acquaintance, and is waiting for you in the living room."

"My acquaintance?" The lord asked with a question mark on his forehead.

All the magicians he knew could count back and forth with two hands, and it stands to reason that none of them should appear in the Northeast Province.

"Did he say what his name was?"

"Du Pom, he said his name is Du Pom." The half-elf businessman put his hands on both cheeks, "Almost this fat!"

Li Cha was taken aback, "Hey, then I really have to go back and have a look."

"What's the origin of this Du Pont? Why is he so arrogant?" Buckland was very indignant, "I don't know how to send a greeting card in advance to say hello."

"That's not a big deal, it's just a mere magister." Li Cha chuckled.

The old white tiger trembled and almost dropped his glasses, "Really?"

"Why are you lying to me?"

As soon as they heard that he was actually a magister, everyone else immediately paid attention to it except the lord himself.

It would definitely be a great honor for an ordinary newly developed territory to welcome a high-ranking mage in person. Even if the development is extremely smooth like Gaoshanbao, it still relies on shamans to support the scene, and there is not even a decent mage.

"In my mind, everyone is more important than the magister." The lord lowered his voice and said affectionately.

"Shh~ how disgusting." Everyone booed at him, "Hurry up, there's nothing to worry about here."

When Li Cha walked into the living room, he saw a white and fat old man wearing a purple mage robe, sipping tea slowly.

For most mages, the robe was very loose, and there was really no extra fabric wrapped around him, which made people worry about whether it would tear.

It's not Dupont.

"Master, why are you here?" Li Cha sat down beside him.

"I'm going to take a trip to the northwest. I'm very sleepy after flying all day." Du Pont rubbed his eyes, "I just remembered that I still have a little acquaintance in the Northeast Province. Let's take a rest and see you."