The Witcher: Elemental Lords

It was already dark, and Dolai had forgotten to bring candles again, so he could only practice the stance work of basic boxing for a while, then practice basic boxing and basic hammer techniques, and then go to sleep.

After Dolai fell asleep, Aoduo quickly got up from the ground. He slowly came to Dolai's face, and a five-colored light flew towards Dolai's forehead, quickly disappearing. Dolai slept even more soundly.

The dog Aoduo lazily stretched, then darted out the door, quickly disappearing into the slums. Its speed became faster and faster, and its movements became more and more secretive. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't even see its shadow.

The dog Aoduo quickly arrived at the depths of the mine, sitting on a mountain peak, its immense power permeating into the mountain, extracting the magic power from it.

As his power increased, he didn't care much about the surrounding creatures. There was almost no danger in this place. On the contrary, the place where he often stayed was devoid of birds and beasts. No creatures dared to approach.

The mountain was quiet, without even the sound of insects, only the sound of wind blowing through the peaks and leaves rustling.

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Waking up in the morning, Dolai opened his eyes, feeling his mind sharp and his whole body full of power. He touched his skin, which was rough and tough, and the muscles under his skin bulged, that was power. The physical training was basically completed, and he was very close to becoming an intermediate warrior apprentice.

He was only twelve years old now, so there was no rush, but he felt a sense of urgency in his heart, which came from the surrounding environment and from Aoduo.

Carefully leaving the house and arriving at the blacksmith shop, Dolai breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he was at the blacksmith shop, everything would be fine. No matter how presumptuous Aoduo was, he wouldn't dare to be presumptuous in the blacksmith shop. After all, he was just a small character. The blacksmith shop had complicated relationships, and anyone pulled out could control him completely.

As usual, he tidied up the tools, lit the furnace, and after finishing all this, breakfast was just ready, and Weiruike also arrived. After eating, they started working early.

There was nothing much going on in the blacksmith shop these days, Weiruike was idle from morning to night, so Dolai had more time to forge various farm tools, hoes, sickles, kitchen knives, small hammers, honing his skills, already becoming proficient. He wielded the number two hammer with great skill, but he was still not strong enough to lift the number three hammer. The number three hammer was the symbol of a level one blacksmith.

Dolai's progress was rapid, and it had long attracted everyone's attention. Even the other apprentices and level one blacksmiths expressed great surprise.

After eating, Weiruike patted his belly and sat on his seat to rest. He watched Dolai busying around and chuckled, "You can forge more yourself now, up to eight folds at most. Have you ever thought about nine folds?"

Dolai stoked the fire and chuckled, "Of course I have. With nine folds, I can forge a sword."

Being able to forge weapons meant having the strength of a level one blacksmith. As long as he passed the blacksmith certificate, he could officially start working. He had been thinking about it for a long time.

Weiruike leaned forward slightly, with a slightly seductive tone, "Want to try? Use my share of the raw ore?"

Before having the strength of a level one blacksmith, he could only use scrap, but scrap was very limited, with high hardness and low toughness. It was okay for making farm tools and other tools, but scrap was not suitable for forging weapons. Weiruike had a daily quota for practice, and if he didn't practice, he could give it to Dolai.

Hearing this, Dolai became eager to try.

Recently, his strength had greatly increased, and he could lift the number three hammer, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Try?"

Weiruike chuckled and said, "Then go get it. Let's make a rapier, that will be easier."

It was still early in the morning after just finishing breakfast, and there was nothing else to do, Weiruike was also trying to find some fun for himself. Dolai, with his strong learning ability, would eventually become a level one blacksmith, so might as well give it a try.

Hearing that Dolai was going to make a sword, the blacksmiths and apprentices who had nothing to do all gathered around.

Sangdis leaned on Weiruike's side and jeered, "Weiruike, are you trying to be lazy? Dolai is only twelve years old, and he's only been here for two months, right?"

Mole nodded beside him, and said in a muffled voice, "Yeah, it took me more than half a year to master the tricks of level one."

Sangdis said, "This guy definitely wants to see Dolai make a fool of himself."

There was an echo of agreement from all around.

Weiruike chuckled and said, "Anyway, there's nothing to do this morning, so let's try it. Dolai can already do eight folds, and he's using scrap. If he uses raw ore, nine folds should be possible if he's careful."

Mole's eyes widened immediately, "What? Eight folds? How is that possible?"

Several level one blacksmiths were also shocked at this time. They calculated that Dolai had only been here for more than a month, even if he had worked in the mine before and had some strength, but this speed was a bit amazing, right?

Weiruike smiled mysteriously and said, "This guy has good talent, you guys have underestimated him."

At this time, Dolai had already taken out the raw ore from the back with a bucket.

The iron ore had been ground into iron sand, and the purplish-red iron sand looked like rapeseed particles, grain by grain.

Dolai didn't expect so many people to be gathered outside, he didn't think much about it, he weighed the ore he needed and poured it into the crucible little by little, then quickly ran to the bellows, ready to heat it.

At this time, the handyman Ganmo quickly walked over from the side, snatched Dolai's bellows, and said with a smile, "Let me do it, let me do it."

Seeing him like this, Dolai realized that these people had come to watch the fun.

Everyone is very free today.

Dolai nodded and said, "Then thank you, Ganmo."

Ganmo was a little older than him, but he hadn't come much earlier, and his body was still a little thin, not as strong as Dolai.

Dolai took off his clothes, revealing a slightly muscular body, reached out and weighed the number two hammer, feeling it was a bit light, then picked up the number three hammer and held it in his hand, feeling it was heavy.

He will use it today.

He weighed it and put it down, quickly going to get the mold. He was already familiar with these things, and he quickly and carefully made the mold for the sword and placed it aside.

The surrounding blacksmiths didn't say much, they were usually relatively dull, didn't like to talk, and rarely chatted during breaks. In the slums, they were said to be so quiet you couldn't pry a fart out of them with three sticks.

Ganmo pulled the bellows like he was flying, and soon, the fire turned the crucible red, and the iron sand inside began to slowly melt, turning into a pile of red-hot liquid, even reflecting Dolai's face in red.

When the color inside turned reddish-white, Dolai picked up the tongs, lifted the entire crucible, quickly ran to the mold, and poured the liquid into it.

A burst of pungent smoke dissipated, and all the liquid in the crucible flowed into the mold.

Dolai tidied up the crucible and put it aside. After waiting for a while, he knocked open the mold, revealing the dark sword body inside that had cooled down slightly.

This was just the newly formed mold. The sword body needed to be repeatedly folded and forged, nine times, to become a level one sword. This was just the beginning.

Dolai held the pliers in one hand, placed the sword mold on the felt, picked up the number three hammer in the other hand, straightened his posture, using the basic hammer technique, and hammered it down.

With one hammer, a small pit appeared on the concave part of the mold. Dolai looked at the depth and knew how much force he should use, and then slowly began to hammer it.

Time passed slowly, one fold, two folds, three folds, even four folds were not difficult, and soon reached five folds.

Starting from the fifth fold, the hardness of the material had already appeared, and it began to slowly become tough. At this time, it was the test of the blacksmith's endurance. Dolai hammered down, sweat and hammer flying together, his strength not decreasing at all, and even his speed had not changed.