Novel & Cerita Mithril Swords

"Maybe you're not strong enough. Move aside…This kind of heavy work is for the men." Shiloh said flatly, "This Godslayer sword was forged from ancient mystical iron. During the forging process, something happened to the swordsmith, and he died midway. So this sword was essentially left unfinished. Therefore, the spirit within the blade automatically sealed the sword body. Every master of Swordhaven Keep, upon taking office, makes pulling this sword their first task.

“Sanguis Umbra... arise.” From my back, wings exploded—jagged, glass-like constructs of obsidian laced with crimson veins. The sky flickered with lightning as the blood in my veins answered my call. A hiss escaped my lips as my sword appeared—Crimson Mourning—forged in the underworld and fed with the souls of fallen enemies. The blade thrummed in my hand, alive, hungry. All around us, the wizards unleashed their spells. Lightning, flame, frost—chaotic and furious. But I moved with the grace of a phantom, slicing through the spells as I charged forward.

"That crappy orchard your brother bought. It’s got quite a bit of rosemary in it. Ha! Not only has that dump never made a single dime, we still have to pay a crew to maintain it every year." A thought flickered in my mind. I knew that place. The orchard sat on a ruined silver mine, its trees drawing on the soil and the breath of silver for years, gaining a power to ward off evil. The Haunts came with the wind, but silver tamed the wind. Those trees were worth far more than my mother and brother could ever imagine. If my infant spirits had wielded weapons made from that wood, they would have been unstoppable.

She imagined the frost turning to mist, the light scattering harmlessly. Her fingers brushed the relic. For an instant, nothing happened. Then the glow inside the glass flared, not gold, but silver. The priests gasped. The hum deepened into a low vibration that made the air tremble. Frost formed at the base of the relic, spreading in thin veins across the table. Seraphina lifted her hand. “How curious,” she said softly. “Your relic is broken.” Lucien’s eyes gleamed faintly. “Perhaps.” Elysia clutched Adrian’s arm. “What does that mean?”

Zane looks at the gear and walks forward to the counter and asks, "what's this? Can you explain it to me? I'm a new shopper." "This is the finest craft I have. Magic infused armor that uses your mana to provide a physical defense. And this sword is 'Mronie'. Crafted from the finest metal anyone can find, which is 'Prijon', it's infused with magic as well to make it lighter," the shopkeeper explained thoroughly and politely. "Does he even have any Gold or silver to pay for all that?" Clarissa asked Lucia. "I'm not sure as well," Lucia bluntly said. "If he doesn't have any, looks like we'll have to pay for it ourselves," Lucia added.

His sheath, and the sword, as well, had so much gilding and gems that a magpie would be envious. Even the blade had a gold engraving, while the pommel could have been easily worn by a court lady as a brooch. My sword was plain. It had no adornments at all—just dull grey metal with shark skin on the grip. Still, it could easily pierce chainmail and remain just as sharp, almost without any chips.

I was so lost in familiarising with the new feeling, that I didn't realise when the princess came and stood across me. The princess held a shining silver sword which made my hands itch to hold it myself. The hilt was black adorned with brass at the top and the end. The black color formed a design above the hilt and ran straight to reach the middle of the sword. The blade was so sharp that every time the sunlight touched it, it gleamed brightly trying to blind me. The more I looked at it the more the urge amplified to play with it in the air for hours. Mixing some mysterious ingredients into the copper Chalice, the priest dipped his fingers in the mixture and dropped three drops of blood abov

I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me. They were bloodred eyes!

He knew that persuading Lily Moon was futile, so he shifted his attention to Sebastian. "Junior Brother Sebastian, it's good that you want to help Junior Sister. I appreciate it, but unfortunately, your cultivation is still shallow. If you go, you won't be of any help to Junior Sister; instead, you might cause trouble. It's better to consider it carefully." At this point, Alexander waved his hand, and a green sword appeared in his hand. "This sword is called the Pure Yang Meridian Sword, a mysterious-grade treasure sword that I used when I built the foundation. As long as Junior Brother Sebastian promises not to cause trouble, I will give this sword to you."

“Have you heard of the crystal Mith-” “Mithril?” I asked. “Okay, we’re on the same page. I know somewhere we can get it.” “It’s useless unless we have a special type of metal to mine it with, we spoke to the blacksmith, and he offered us a bargain for a pick axe.” “Aurora, what bargain did you make?” she asked warily. “I offered to get the metal ourselves, why?”