Berserk Blacksmith Novels & Stories

His color in his eyes turned drained to grayscale. Almost instantly, the metallic hollow rings in his grip dissolved, and another sparkling soul Armas appeared. Inside his right grip, a long silver long sword with a pitch black hilt emerged. As soon as the sword appeared in his grip, a dark chain also emerged from its hilt and wrapped tightly around his wrist. A burst of spark stretched across the field. The ground below his feet turned to dust, and he stormed with his unsuppressable fury holding the Hell-Flame sword. Now that he had opened his berserk skill, the time was of the extreme essence.

Ribs pressing against his skin like a washboard. The blacksmith was a one-eyed old man with a vicious temper who forged blades that never broke. Every soldier in the camp came to him for repairs. Rex crouched outside the smithy for three days, watching the old man work the iron. The metal in the furnace bloomed orange-red. The old man pulled it free with tongs, laid it on the anvil, and struck. Sparks burst with every hammer blow. Burn scars covered his hands, layered over each other like the bark of an ancient tree.

" He surprises to see ten thousand gold on the table, hurry up back to the steel store, give all stock to Xiao Wan. Xiao Wan takes all of the steel, puts it in the storage, he disappears instantly into the forest. The young forge looks around the room, all the steel was gone and the guest is missing, leaving only ten thousand gold on the table. He thought this is some dream, the sun already in the mid cloud, back to the reality that it isn't night day. Stand at the high tree, he releases the Stealthmode off. Jump to the ground, walking for a while. The scenery makes him want to sleep, laziness arouses when hears the bird's voice. "System! Upgrade blacksmith. Tink! Upgrade blacksmith success.

Dragon Slayer (Berserk) Guts started using this sword after the somber "Moon Eclipse". Dragon Slayer was forged by a blacksmith named Godo when he was young and working in a royal castle. Although the large swords that Guts had used previously looked astonishing in size and strength, they were nothing compared to this giant sword.

I was shoved inside a building by one of the guards. It was the blacksmith's dwelling place. The blacksmith forged and repaired weapons for the pack's warriors, ensuring they were well-equipped for battle. It wasn't just for the warriors alone. The hunters, gatherers, and even craftsmen were included. I had been here on several occasions, running errands. But each time, the heat from the furnace was hotter than the last. "She's here," one of the guards with me said to the head blacksmith, Benjamin Robinson. A man in his early forties, maybe with balding hair and wrinkles at both sides of his eyes.

“Could you tell me if there are any tricks to defeating slimes?” Paul scratched his head. “I’m just an armourer. There isn’t much I could tell you about it. Ah! However, if you look for Ben, the blacksmith, he might be able to give you some advice.” Zen thanked the cheerful armourer and left to find the blacksmith.

------------------ The Centermost of The Great forest of nowhere - The Black Merchant tree house ------------------ The top naked firm build boy in 16-17 is smithing the red-hot sword in the blacksmith behind the tree house. He uses all of his skill and spirit qi to smith all of his equipment, preparing to go out from two years of hiding. This double edge longsword is the best masterpiece from all of his work. It can cut even space if the user has cultivation high enough. This work he commits his all to the person he wants to meet the most. Xiao Lan.

I'm just an escort. Yarsi turned around, measured the blacksmith with a calm look. Let this person feel his essence. He even wondered how someone who could understand who he was would react. “I have heard about your skill, blacksmith, I hope you will not refuse to help me,” he bared his fangs in a smile, examining the man with curiosity. The blacksmith was not young, but still quite strong, with a face without wrinkles and a completely bald head. On his face smeared with soot, very bright, understanding eyes burned with feverish lights. It was better to talk to such a person directly, without hiding your intentions.

(Carn Furry) Furry took a chance before we were seated to swiftly introduced the Old bulky full beard man to me. The man looked really menacing, but at the same time carries a calming aura, kinda like a hidden master. I casted an [Appraisal] secretly on him, and finds out that he is a Grandmaster Blacksmith, a 55 years old half Dwarven and a Threat Level 4 fighter. “Greeting, your Excellency President..Carlos Manuel, at your service..”. (Carlos Manuel)

And that was how he ended up tapping his healing magic that left him currently worn-out. The guy kept murmuring stuff when he was tending his wounds about some things he couldn't understand. It was about something that's going to happen. Something about darkness. Ceremonies. Well, he did really felt like there was something wrong but he didn't know what it is and he doesn't want to start thinking about it. He was staring blankly outside by the window of the carriage when his thoughts were interrupted by his brother. "Kaylus, is everything okay?"