Prodigiously Amazing Weaponsmith Novels & Stories

"Ah, the Whitmoor mate. Your naming-day treasures are forged and ready for pick-up." I started the runner, the massive engine let out a fierce, mechanical growl that made my wolf purr as I steered the machine toward the high-ranking quarter of Abakon Yellow. It was a small, exclusive merchant square nestled beside the elite training dens. The master smith quickly handed me a series of locked velvet boxes containing an expensive silver-link watch forged with lunar stones, a pair of thick black leather hunting boots stitched to my exact size, and a massive chest crate containing a dark, form-fitting combat tunic woven from reinforced silk.

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

“I’ll make sure to return it to you unscathed.” “Don’t worry about it. I can always repair,” he gives her a nod and pulls out a pair of daggers, surprising us all. “Well, shit,” Haden comments, “Those look wicked.” “They are wicked,” the weapons smith agrees, handing them to Hunter. “It amplifies the cuts when you use it on anything. For example, with those, you can even cut through rock.” “Wait, seriously?” Hunter asks before taking the daggers. “I never kid about the prowess of my creations,” Master Tsertinand snorts before moving on.

Kirou just watched as Bladesmith examined his gloves to his heart's content without getting into the senior weapon master's way. After scrutinizing the gloves for a few minutes, Bladesmith finally returned them to Kirou before speaking, "You definitely made another new weapon, lad. I've been around for a good while now and I've never seen another weapon master create a weapon as unique as this one. It looks like you've got a knack for these things."

That cool-looking monkey became Walter’s idol and future goal. Walter’s stick was the result of his hard work. It was with great difficulty that he managed to obtain Star Divine Metal and later found the renowned blacksmith, Devon Stronghold, the Infinite Divine Ox, to forge it. As a master blacksmith and a rarity among monsters, the weapons he forged were well-known in the nether realm.

+500 XP] [Smith 2 has leveled up! Smith 4 has leveled up! Smith 3 has leveled up! Warlock 21 has leveled up! Warlock 4 has leveled up!] [Please allocate attribute points.] [The rest of your army have received +1 Int.] The rest was easy: they created a "bucket" out of rubies and strapped a thin rod made of Sapphire. After a couple of minutes, they retired the molten copper from the forge and poured it on a mold carved in the dirt after compacting it with earth magic.

His hair and beard are almost white, with visible streaks of gray, and along with his crumpled and stained lab coat, they all seemed to have been unattended for a long while now. "It's an artificial spirit prototype made by yours truly, the great Professor-Inventor Zen Xiu, 'cha know?," the professor said with a sly smirk on his face. The young student was amazed and filled with awe, his eyes wide with interest, but was instantly replaced by ripples of worry, leaving his face creased with apprehension. "You're creating something that will most likely provoke some of the Elder Council again...," the young man replied with a worried look on his face.

The Famed Sword Manor had forged most of their amazing weapons there. The Famed Sword Manor stood outside the Sword Casting Pool, and it had incredible scenery. The Famed Sword Manor had been passed down for generations since a few thousand years ago. Their skills in casting weapons were unparalleled. A thousand years ago, one of the Yohan ancestors found out through trial and error that forging weapons with natural lava would make the weapons tougher and sharper. So, he set up a huge casting base there. Swoosh! Jackie also shuddered when she saw what was in front of her. She was extremely stunned.

The Rogue Alpha, the Warlord, Dalhkan King of the Rogue…how the epithets pile up, no one knew his true name, because throughout the entire pack, one name stood above all, we called him…The Butcher. He was also rumored to have possessed dark magic that revealed his enemy’s thoughts. I didn’t want to find out how true that was. We finally set down after hours of travel, after my hours of crying in silence, and I was blown away by the sheer size of the place. It was their campsite, where they stayed and waged war, a site that once belonged to another before them. ‘You are not going to die, Sybil.’ ‘Think about your sister!’ I chided myself when the thought of death and fear and failure shot its

This teacher had massacred and killed one of his family, because he had been framed by the elders in that place. because of the extraordinary talent he has shown, it scares everyone and they end up trapping Khalid. Khalid his name is Khalid the son of the fiftieth generation swordsman who saves the world.