Chapter 2639 - 1145: Clash of Wisdom, Combined Forging_2

Chapter 2639: Chapter 1145: Clash of Wisdom, Combined Forging_2

"Alright." The legendary arcanist said without hesitation, "Whatever form you desire, I can shape it for you. Let’s start with a weapon handle."

Philancy’s misty hands swiftly moved once more, beginning a new round of on-the-spot customization.

On the other side, Gaven, understanding the hint, began casting another summoning spell.

However, this time it was an eighth-level high-level otherworldly oath binding, summoning not a medium fire element, but an extremely large elemental soldier two sizes larger, standing there like a burning Giant, dumbfounded.

Not until Philancy finished crafting the air glass weapon handle did it finally react.

But it was too late, a tremendous suction emerged, directly drawing it into the weapon handle.

The weapon handle turned fiery red as well, and the energy waves it emitted were incomparable to the flame element ball; even from a distance, one could clearly feel the heat emanating from it.

This time, Gaven did not pass it on; he directly tossed it to Giharin.

"Good, good, good." The legendary blacksmith, as if he had obtained a treasure, exclaimed repeatedly while calling out, "Chieftain Yuriu, may I borrow your forge room?"

"Follow me." Although Chieftain Yuriu’s face remained unchanged, the fiery look in his eyes toward the flame weapon handle revealed his equally excited mood, as he vaguely guessed what the other party intended to do.

He broke into a short sprint, quickly leading everyone into a forge room.

The style here was identical to the Colossus Underground City, colossal in design, clearly not meant for dwarves but for giants.

The roaring sound was incessant.

There, a line of steam giant hammers rhythmically pounded.

In front of each steam giant hammer stood a gray dwarf sweating profusely, holding a red-hot suppression steel ingot with tongs, repeatedly hammering, adjusting, and finalizing its shape.

Having just observed the fully automated smelting, now suddenly entering a factory combining steam machinery and manual labor, gave a severe sense of rend, a kind of fantastical cyber sensation.

This was partly because reaching the final stage required a substantial technological leap for further mechanization.

Also, due to the dwarves’ pride in their forging skills, believing machines could never replace their dwarven craft. Only in their hands could the full performance of weapons and armor be realized, and flaws be discovered and remedied.

This perspective is not incorrect.

For in this world, magic exists.

Even the most exquisite on a production line, they remain mundane items.

But in the hands of these gray dwarf craftsmen, it was different. During forging, they genuinely resonated with the weapons, tailoring them to their own nature.

Every so often, a magic aura would bloom from a workstation, symbolizing that a weapon or armor had transcended limits and been endowed with some magical attribute.

The chance of creating a magical weapon is closely tied to the gray dwarf craftsmen’s own forging level.

With the same materials and conditions, the higher the craftsman’s skill, the greater the chance of crafting a magical weapon, and the stronger the magical attributes, which also varied greatly.

According to the blacksmiths, every weapon is unique, and they must adapt to circumstances based on the actual situation.

If they rigidly applied a formula to these weapons, the chance of success would significantly decrease instead.

To forge a magical weapon, one must first bring this weapon to life under the hammer.

It’s not you forging the weapon; it’s following where the weapon leads.

This idealism is the nemesis of mechanization, difficult to replicate or mass-produce.

Giharin, finding an available craftsmen’s station with ease, forcefully pulled the nearby lever. High-pressure steam instantly surged, gradually driving the stationary steam giant hammer into a rhythmic pounding.

Giharin picked up nearby tongs and casually grabbed a fiery red two-handed sword blank from the line, placing it under the steam giant hammer to forge it.

In his hands, the two-handed sword blank seemed to come alive, rhythmically twisting and turning, allowing the steam giant hammer to strike at his desired spots.

An otherwise mundane task transformed under his skill into something pleasing.

Upon closer observation, one would find Giharin’s seemingly casual handling of the blank was in fact meticulous.

The two-handed sword blank quickly displayed a fish scale-like pattern, dense and layered, beautifully and mysteriously united.

"This isn’t right! Why hasn’t any magic aura blossomed?" Shanoba, staring at the beautifully artistic two-handed sword in the legendary blacksmith’s hands, then at the sporadically blooming magic auras around, was full of confusion.

Logically, given the appearance of the sword forged by Giharin, it ought to be at least a high-quality piece.

In Felen, beauty equals justice.

While the powerful aren’t necessarily beautiful, beauty implies strength.

Because magic is a mysterious art.

"Because it’s a semi-product, it’s not yet complete." As an insider, the gray dwarf chieftain naturally saw the trick, taking the flame weapon handle in hand, and aimed the open end at Giharin.