C12 The divine sword came out of the furnace

After recuperating for a month, Ye Qiu's body had already fully recovered. This day, when Ye Qiu walked out of the house he had stayed in for a month, he pushed open the door.

Ye Qiu knew that this was a Dwarf Tribe, but he didn't have the feeling of personally seeing many Dwarves standing together. In front of Ye Qiu, there were at least tens of thousands of dwarves standing at the doorway, and they were roughly as tall as Ye Qiu's shoulders.

If not for the wrinkles on some people's faces and long beards, Ye Qiu really thought that he would have gone back to a modern kindergarten.

"Congratulations on your recovery." A short old man laughed heartily. Ye Qiu recognized this old man. He was the leader of the Dwarf Tribe, A Luoke.

Ye Qiu rubbed his nose, and looked at A Luoke a little embarrassedly: "You called so many people over, making me embarrassed, but I still have to thank everyone for your concern." Ye Qiu was 1.7m tall, standing out among the dwarves, appearing extremely conspicuous.

A Luoke cursed inwardly: Damn, if you weren't a God's Envoy, I would have kicked you out. I have never seen such a shameless person scrape away the Ten Thousand Year Freezing Iron that I painstakingly accumulated for my entire life, what is there to be embarrassed about?

A Luoke's face did not reveal any oddity, he laughed and looked at Ye Qiu, and waved, signalling for them to return. Until the clan members left, A Luoke said to Ye Qiu: "Sir Envoy, the things that you wanted to create have been completed. I wonder if you have time to take a look now?"

Ye Qiu's eyes lit up, and urgently said: "It was created so quickly? "Quick, take me to see it." As Ye Qiu walked forward, he muttered: "I wonder if Xuan Tie is like how the legends say, where all the weapons are made from divine weapons." A Luoke, who was standing in front of Ye Qiu, resisted the urge to pull out.

While Ye Qiu was recuperating, this A Luoke would frequently come to visit Ye Qiu to see how his injuries were. As time passed, the two of them gradually got more familiar with each other. When Ye Qiu found out that this short old man was the leader of the Shan Qiuairen Tribe and also a top-notch master at forging weapons, he purposely befriended him.

But because of Ye Qiu's identity, A Luoke wasn't prepared for it. One day, in the midst of chatting, Ye Qiu mentioned the matter of him lacking a weapon.

A Luoke, who wanted to show his strength, immediately patted his chest and agreed. Furthermore, as long as Ye Qiu could tell them what kind of weapon or request they had, A Luoke would be able to forge it.

Overjoyed, Ye Qiu immediately took the pen and paper and drew a model of the sword on the paper, giving the blueprint to A Luoke. A Luoke had a lot of experience in forging such a weapon, so he could immediately tell that this weapon only had the function of accessories. It would not be of much use in actual combat.

It must be known that the current Dou Zhe only used the broadsword, not this type of sword.

Ye Qiu did not care what kind of sword he was using, as long as his own weapon was suitable for his own use, that would be enough. Ye Qiu had stayed in the tribe for a long time, and because he had intentionally known A Luoke, he was very clear about the profound iron, cold iron, and other ores that A Luoke had kept.

To obtain the ore that A Luoke treated as his lifeline, Ye Qiu would have to expend a lot of effort. No matter how deceiving or deceiving Ye Qiu was, he never agreed to it or avoided it. Until one day, Ye Qiu said that it was God's will and wanted A Luoke to hand over the ore. A Luoke hesitated for a while, but in the end, he still compromised, after all, the person in front of him was a God's messenger. If the God's punishment were to befall the entire tribe due to such a small matter, it would not be worth it.

Ye Qiu looked at the black iron in his hands and the cold iron in his hands. He patted A Luoke's shoulders and said, "Clan Leader A Luoke, when I have time, I will give you some good words in front of the gods. I will not forget your benefits." Ye Qiu had pretty much learned the Demon God's Set.

Although A Luoke had promised Ye Qiu at that time, he had went to the ancestral hall to pay respects to the Fire Phoenix and finally found out that the Guardian God had never said such a thing.

A Luoke had already taken out all of the precious ores. Now, it would be embarrassing for him to come back, so he could only resign himself to his fate. One must know that these precious ores were all accumulated over his life. Thinking of this, A Luoke's heart could not help but ache.

In the end, A Luoke turned his grief into strength and used all his might to forge weapons for Ye Qiu. The remaining ore was made into the so-called throwing knives for Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu held onto a sword that was pitch black, three meters long and not more than two and a half inches wide, and looked at it carefully. Although this was A Luoke's first time forging such a weapon, the rich experience of forging it did not disappoint him.

Ye Qiu excitedly looked at the sword in his hand. Finally, he had a weapon that belonged to him, and he even had nine throwing knives. Such equipment gave Ye Qiu a strong insurance in this place filled with countless beasts.

"Does this sword have a name?" Ye Qiu held onto the sword hilt, waving it around a few times, testing out the feeling, at the same time he asked A Luoke.

A Luoke shook his head, and looked longingly at the sword in Ye Qiu's hands. This was the most perfect piece of work he had ever performed, but he didn't have the right to name it.

Ye Qiu had already reached the peak of the second level of the Shennong, and could clearly grasp the changes around him.

Ye Qiu could understand A Luoke's feelings. Compared to A Luoke, this sword was like his own child, but he could not give his own child a name. Ye Qiu laughed: "You are the creator of this sword, it's better if you take it."

A Luoke's eyes lit up, he raised his head to look at Ye Qiu, and said in pleasant surprise: "Really?"

"Well, really, I'm not lying." Ye Qiu smiled and looked at A Luoke. The sword blade is pitch black and is made out of black iron. " A Luoke pondered for a moment, and then a sword name came out.

"black sword, black sword, good, I'll take this." Ye Qiu recited it a few times, and felt that it still fit the sword well, so he agreed with A Luoke's suggestion.

Seeing Ye Qiu training in the sword and throwing daggers in excitement, A Luoke quietly left, and did not disturb Ye Qiu.

Until the sky turned dark, A Luoke sent someone over to tell Ye Qiu to go eat. After practicing for a whole day, Ye Qiu did not feel exhausted at all. Instead, he became even more spirited and showered before changing into the clothes that A Luoke specially made for him and going to the feast.