Noble's Slender Sword Farming Novels & Stories

Noelle watched in amazement as he worked, his hands moving with practiced ease. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the master alchemist held up a small vial of liquid. "This is it," he said, handing it to Nathan. Nathan thanked the master alchemist and turned to Noelle. "Let's go," he said, and they made their way back down the treacherous mountain path. As they reached the base of the mountain, they saw the Raven advancing towards the palace. Nathan pulled out his sword. It was unlike any sword Noelle had ever seen. It was long and slender, with a silver blade that shone in the moonlight. The hilt was intricately designed with golden details and the grip was wrapped in black leath

Blade’s POV It was getting dark now and I could see the early stars peeping out of the sky and I still wasn’t sure of my destination. I knew Susan lived at the other end of town after the green meadows. It was the only area which had not changed at all. There were still farm animals dung littered all over the ground and most of the houses were small bungalows with henhouses beside them. Susan had told me that their house was the biggest around here as it was the only storey building.

She couldn't even lift it by her waist. “My sword, I got in a village far across the ocean, it's made of iron specially forged by a skilled blacksmith…he smeared it with wild boar's blood and soaked it in palm wine. My sword is coated in a special metallic coating that makes it unbreakable. The sword is also decorated with precious stones that you have never seen before. The first lesson…raise the sword! Try again!" Randu did so, her hands shaking as she tried to lift it again, this time she is only able to lift it to her thigh.

The clerk clears her throat before speaking. “Yes, you have a very good eye and magical control Miss. Any and all of the weaponry made from this family of smiths can also be bonded to your blood. This means it will become dual and deliver a shock to those who try to use it without you keying them in first. There is a memory on them too so you can view all that try to use it. The magic in this short sword and the daggers are semi-sentient and has adapted to different users and their fighting styles. If you are of open mind and heart, the sword and daggers can teach you all that they remember. Those two are the only pieces left from his grandfather the smith. However, I think I could get you s

Yanlong added. "Can we really buy a sword?" Her brother asked excitedly. "Yes, you must buy one. Not just a sword, but a bayonet of military standard too. If possible, get a few crossbows and arrows too." Yanlong advised. "Yes!" her brother shouted joyfully. After all, he's a thirteen year old boy. Guns and swords are the most coveted items for them now. She could hear her mother's reprimands in the back, saying they can only get refundable items.

"But if given an opportunity, I also want to learn how to fight with swords, preferably lightweight ones." Sir Dallas clapped his hand once loudly and pointed at the High Lord. "He owns lightweight swords, usually used by winged Feralis." He brought his hand down the table. "I'm quite sure the weapons of Luminozenko and Earth are the same or have similarities in some ways, but the type of sword he usually uses is called Zerfara." I looked at the High Lord. "Zerfara, sir?" "Yes." Lord Lavendori nodded and he tapped on his bracelet, making it glow before a sword started materializing in his hand that he raised.

From sadness into happiness in a short time, she was one of the experts. "What weapon do you like?" "Twin swords, I like two for play." "System! Active blacksmith and making one Sword." Tink! The menu options release. "What state need to imbue?" "Strength." Tink! One weapon done, imbue sword strength success. Tink! State sword release. Name : Sword Strength : 10 "Spelling?" She talking alone, with little voice till her ears can't be listening to herself. "Try this Sword." The weapon out from thin air, he takes it and gives it to Cleo Nie.

The dagger that he was holding clattered to the ground during the process. The little boy coughed up blood. Perhaps it was due to anxiety, but his voice was no longer one of a regular child’s. Instead, his voice became hoarse and deep, like a middle-aged man’s. In other words, Nebulous Swordsman was not a child at all, but a dwarf who looked very young. “V...Vlad, I give up on the competition for the Cooter Armor. P-Please… Please spare me!” Nebulous Swordsman pleaded with a horrified expression on his face.

Attwell laughed. "Then, let me see what level you have reached with the Boundless Heavensword. Come on! Keep going." "Ninth Sword!" Noel shouted. As he swung his longsword, he called out, "Gideon, I'll hold him off. Go to Nethercult and get your woman out." Gideon's heart stirred. Attwell's face darkened. "You're too arrogant!" "Go!" Noel urged, striking again. This time, it was the Tenth Sword. The slash was even sharper and more dazzling than before. It stopped Attwell in his tracks.

Nearly all of their melee weapons took on some variant of the scythe’s form: Long-handled heavy war-scythes, long-handled light war-scythes, short-handled light war-scythes, double-edged war-scythes, gun-scythes, and many more besides. This was because the war-scythe was intimately bound to the racial class of the Gondarians: the Slaughter Knight. Many inherited battle techniques could only be executed in conjunction with a war-scythe. The weapon Lombart handed to Logo was a long-handled gun-scythe, 2.23 meters in length and 0.64 meters in width, forged from transcendent metal and layered with multiple enchantments. It could hook, thrust, and cleave with devastating force.