"And those damn drunks, throw them into ice water for . Now allowing you to drink and hold banquets is the greatest grace I’ve given you; don’t push to anger!"
Lurik’s authority made the group of dwarves imdiately stand up straight, and the alcohol in their bodies was almost sober.
With Lurik’s arrival, the banquet was nearing its end, and the dwarves began tidying up.
Lurik ca to Kana’s side, holding a sword in his hand.
"Co, take a look."
Kana looked at the sword and imdiately sobered up, quickly taking it.
He found that the original scabbard had been replaced with one made of silver and an unknown material.
It beca subdued and simple, still bearing simple patterns on it.
Kana touched the scabbard, feeling as if so kind of magic was attached even to the scabbard.
It seed capable of providing so maintenance to the sword.
Grasping the hilt, he slowly drew the sword.
With the sound of the blade being unsheathed, Kana looked at the Prince’s Sword in his hand.
At this mont, the blade of the Prince’s Sword had not changed much in shape from before, still featuring a hollow design in the center of the blade.
This indeed cannot be changed; otherwise, this blade would no longer be usable.
Unless it was reforged.
But the blade clearly had so technical coating applied, and the original tallic color had completely changed to a silvery-white hue.
And it was a matte silvery-white, looking very textured.
On the guard, aside from the previously adorned small gemstones, there was now a thumb-sized blue gemstone perched, inside which seed to be a surge of electric light.
Around it, fine runes were unmistakably inscribed.
In terms of appearance and texture, it had been elevated, and holding it felt even more comfortable.
The only change was that the blade seed to need to be redatafied.
Magic power flowed into it.
This ti, rather than consuming 10 points, it only consud 5 points of magic power.
Why?
There is no doubt this was a weapon that had undergone enchantnt, a magic-quality weapon.
Could it be that the power from the previous datafication still remained within, so only an additional 5 points were needed to datafy the newly added enchantnts as well?
Very likely.
Kana looked at the brand new sword.
[Evil Breaker’s Lightning]
[One-Handed Sword—Silver Sword—Magic]
[Attributes: Sharp, Lightweight, Demon Guide]
[Special Effect: Perfect Exclusive, Evil Breaker’s Blade, Lightning Entanglent]
[Perfect Exclusive: When the wearer is Kana—Power Enhancent, Agility Enhancent (Power Agility )]
[Evil Breaker’s Blade: When the wearer is the Evil Breaker—Evil Break (Break ), evil ones shall fear]
[Lightning Entanglent: When the wearer attacks with the weapon, additional lightning damage is inflicted.]
[Evaluation: A decorative sword adorned with masterful forging, the master’s craftsmanship has elevated it.
Now, it has beco a magnificent Evil Breaker’s Blade. Co! Let the evil ones cry out!]
An extrely formidable weapon, also at the peak of magic-stage weapons.
Only slightly weaker than that other sword, the Mountain Warrior’s Sword in hand.
But that’s inevitable, as the foundation itself wasn’t quite there.
Feeling the power coming from the blade, Kana couldn’t help but smile.
With his current level, combined with his skills and these two powerful weapons.
Kana’s combat capabilities now completely surpass his own Level Four.
Even against Level Five opponents, Kana was confident he could take them down. If they were familiar to him, the process of the battle would beco even easier.
A player’s combat power cos from three aspects.
One’s own level, the equipnt owned, and the skills used.
Combining these, a player’s true combat strength erges.
And now Kana, one could say aside from his level, has surpassed his own level’s standard in all other aspects.
Lurik watched from the side, witnessing Kana holding the blade he had personally refined, the sword beginning to change.
It was a feeling hard to describe.
But Lurik was after all a Rune Blacksmith, a master among blacksmiths, thus he could sense this indescribable feeling, similar to what Kana said, the weapon indeed was different in his hands.
He couldn’t help but marvel, "No wonder you use such a weapon to fight; it becos different, becos... stronger in your hands."
Kana chuckled, offered no explanation, and sheathed the blade back into the scabbard.
"Thank you, this is definitely a great weapon; I like it very much, I am very satisfied."
Lurik also couldn’t help but laugh heartily and said, "Haha, for a weapon to be wielded by warriors, by champions is its honor, its reason for existence.
The weapons I forge, the ones I elevate, being wielded by warriors is also my honor."
Lurik’s smile was heartfelt, genuinely joyous. He was a sage, but also a blacksmith.
A blacksmith’s duty is to craft perfect weapons and then entrust those weapons to those worthy of them.
This is what defines the true aning of a blacksmith.
Having secured the weapon, Kana prepared to take his leave.
"Sage, I must depart now; I must return to the camp, as I am needed there."
Upon hearing this, knowing roughly so of Safro’s situation, Lurik did not obstruct him but glanced at Kana, nodded slightly, and then spoke in a very solemn and dignified tone.
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