Manga Blacksmith นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They held no value in my eyes, unworthy of even a bronze coin from my pocket. However, I did have a dedicated blacksmith village that had pledged their allegiance to me long ago. Currently, they reside in the City of Light alongside Iris. Iris managed the core business and had expanded her ventures to include weapons and armor shops as part of her business endeavors. Indeed, while I couldn't recruit those local blacksmiths, my requirement wasn't for new weapon or armor creations. Rather, I sought skilled artisans for repairs and servicing—a crucial need in times of war. These exceptional craftsmen, blacksmiths, and armor makers were invaluable assets in any conflict.

Mira got out of the Jeep along with Griffin. “Miss Red, it was good to see you again,” The older man greeted her. To the others, he was just an old man working with the outlaws. To those who knew him, he was a well-known businessman. They called him ‘The Blacksmith’. Nobody knew his real background or real name. He designed, created, and supplied weapons—guns, bow and arrow, swords and anything that made it into a killing tool. He did this for the right price. Nobody did a free job anymore because everything was a business.

He seemed composed and… anyway… What I mean is that I could never have known but I am happy that he is doing it with me and that I am also his first. The naughtiness he was referring to was the fact that I attacked him without him being prepared. But I personally don't see what the problem was because he was able to defend himself. “So, what is the thing you wanted to show me?" He asked me after I had caught my breath. This day had not started well but although the dream eater refused to give me my memories back, I was able to practise some more and show Darius what I could do. “The last thing I haven't shown you is how to control metal. Aunt Kula told me that those blessed with this gift ar

She planned to adjust the armor Kaelen had sent earlier, to better fit the slender builds of her orphan girls. The sound of clanging hammers grew deafening the deeper they went. Blazing furnaces kept the whole area sweltering hot. Eira halted before the largest blacksmith shop, lined with finely crafted plate armor. Before she could speak, three burly bare-chested Blackrock men blocked their path. The leader stood fully two meters tall, a long claw scar slashing across his chest. He held a huge wooden tank of cloudy ale, reeking of strong liquor. He sized them up openly, eyes wandering insolently over Serena and Eira.

He circled me, admiring his handiwork. “That’ll do. Now, I must bid you adieu. Roarx, clean her up! Make her presentable!” The table lowered, tilting me back at an angle, like a doll on display. My voice was gone. I felt a wet cloth wiping the blood from my skin, a needle and thread pulling my flesh together. As my world faded to black, one last thought echoed in the void. Why me? What made me so special? And then, nothing.

He would be the one to attack next. "Black metal is the conductor of energy that allows these undead to move as we wish. Brother, you would never guess that if all your brothers unite, they will create an incredible work of art. I donated this black metal to each of our dolls. That way, we won't have to get our hands dirty to kill you." Hirayaksa smiled from her altar in one of the rooms of the Nuswapala royal palace.

As he spoke, Mane and Lam’s eyes glowed as they wished for powerful weapons of their own. “This world is more mysterious than we thought,” Hildegarde stated from atop Mane’s shoulder, and Mane nodded in reply. Indeed, this world was a fascinating one. There were Soul-Bound warriors, Returning to Origin warriors, and blacksmiths capable of fashioning intelligent middle class weapons. Now Mane was very interested in visiting Blacksmith City. “Are you interested in going there?” Vital Orange asked with light glowing in his eyes. Mane furrowed his brows upon noticing this. He suddenly realised that Vital Orange didn’t tell him this for nothing.

“I made it after finishing the specialisation because you took too long. After getting materials from the others, the blacksmith allowed me to borrow his workshop. It’s built from dismantling the magic wand the specialist NPC gave me with additional crafting ingredients for the buff. How does it look? It’s more efficient than waving a stick. I haven’t had time to create pre-casted magic circles into this, so it’s merely a punching machine for now.” Punching machine… Zen could hardly believe his eyes. However, upon inspection, he confirmed Damian was telling the truth. It was probably better for the NPCs to not know what he did to the magic wand. For any RPG gamer, having a magician’s wand wa

Sweat ran down the back of my neck. The blacksmith was completely bald, but with a huge walrus moustache. He wore a heavy leather apron that made him look like he had nothing on underneath. I desperately hoped that wasn’t the case. He ignored me and continued to bang away — Pang! Pang! Pang! — red sparks flying in every direction. The hammer could have been borrowed from Thor. He picked a glowing object off the anvil with large pincers and plunged it in a bucket of water. Steam shot into the air. “What is it?” he finally said without looking at me.

- -TITLE ADDED: APPRENTICE BLACKSMITH- GIVES 6DEX TO THE USER- -BONUS REWARD TO RESURFACING THE LEGENDARY BLACKSMITH PRODUCTION METHOD, THE HUNDRED REFINED HAMMER WILL BECOME THOUSAND REFINED HAMMER! a system notification appears in front me, I can't believe what I am seeing but our ancient blacksmith method was a legendary one! using its breathing method in blacksmithing and controlling mana was a great method in strengthening the body! as I hold the Bronze Hammer that I make a series of excitement flash to my heart and mind while holding the hammer I check its body and start pouring mana on it "It absorbs my mana very well, but how can I check-"- Phil and before I finish my sentence a holo