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Perhaps because of the characteristics of cosmic star iron, the blade is as mysterious as the starry sky and universe, and often flashes of blue and red light.
[The creation of Ornn, the god of fire and forging!
Grade: Low-level mythical grade!
Special Note: This special weapon was forged by Ornn, the god of fire and forging, using cosmic star iron and many precious materials. Due to the fusion of Ornn's first fire and Anivia's true ice power, the grade has been upgraded! 】
"!!!"
Looking at the information fed back by the weapon identification system in front of him, Zuo Chi's eyes suddenly widened.
Originally, he thought that if high-level legendary materials could be used to forge weapons of the same level, it would be a great thing.
Who would have thought that it would be a legendary level!
In the entire Rune Land, the only weapons Zuo Chi knew of that could possibly reach the mythical level were perhaps those in the hands of the Protoss on Mount Targon.
After all, those weapons originated from outer space and were created by the Titans for the human beings of the Protoss. They are inherited weapons.
And now, there is such a weapon in front of him!
"Zuo Chi, I'm glad you fulfilled your mission."
At this time, Ornn's voice was relieved and full of joy, and he was also looking at the weapon in his hand.
Ornn had to admit that the weapon in his hand was still the best among all his creations.
As a blacksmith, he also felt a great sense of satisfaction in his heart to be able to forge such a weapon.
The next moment, the power of fire lifted Zuo Chi's long sword and brought it in front of him, and Zuo Chi stretched out his hand and held it in his hand.
At the moment when his palm touched the hilt of the long sword, he felt an extremely powerful and mysterious force surging into his body, and the force in his body was also interacting with the long sword in his hand.
Staring at the blade of the long sword, Zuo Chi felt as if he was staring at the deep starry sky.
Taking his eyes off the long sword, Zuo Chi looked at Ornn beside him.
"Aunt, thank you very much."
"This is also my wish." Ornn said softly, "I also want to thank you for providing me with such precious materials."
Zuo Chi looked at the extra cosmic star iron in the furnace beside him and said to Ornn sincerely:
"Owen, these remaining should be enough to make a weapon. If you don't mind, please accept them."
Zuo Chi looked at the hammer in Ornn's hand and said to him jokingly, "You can use them to strengthen the hammer in your hand."
Zuo Chi remembered that Ornn named the hammer in his hand: Hammer.
Ornn looked at Zuo Chi, and then at the remaining cosmic star iron in the furnace. He had to admit that the remaining cosmic star iron was more than enough to forge a weapon, because Zuo Chi's long sword only consumed almost half of the cosmic star iron.
Finally, Aoun nodded gently to Zuo Chi: "Then I'll accept it. Thank you very much."
Anivia stood on Ornn's horns, looking at the two men who were being polite to each other with a friendly smile on her face. She said softly and teased:
"If you two really admire each other so much, then just spend more time together. You both have a lot of free time anyway."
"That's right, Anivia."
Aoun suddenly said, "While you are still here, I will use up the remaining materials."
Anivia: “???”
You are treating me as a tool again, right?
Remember me now, there is no need for a seal nun!
For ordinary forging, Ornn always likes to find another sister to help him temper the steel.
After all, ordinary forging does not require true ice to cool down, only sea water is needed.
The ability of the demigod Seal Sister is to control sea water, which serves as another quenching machine for Ornn.
Winter's Claw, west of the Freljord.
"Sejuani, we have already found out everything."
Sejuani's tent was opened and Olaf came to Sejuani's side.
Olaf took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "The Ursine will go to the Monster Ranch in the next few days. At that time, Volibear will definitely go with them. This is the custom every winter."
Sejuani looked at Olaf and asked in a very serious tone, "Is the news true?"
Olaf paused for a moment, then nodded. "I have asked many frost priests and sent people to investigate near the Monster Ranch. I am here to report to you now."
As if he always felt that this method was unreliable, Olaf added: "Sejuani, does the Great Elder really exist? Maybe it's just a legend."
"Then how do you explain that shaman?" Sejuani asked in a deep voice.
Olaf knew that the shaman Sejuani was referring to was the old man who had been hungry for several months but still showed no signs of weight loss. The news about the elder came from him.
"Maybe." Olaf's tone was choked: "Maybe it's just a rumor to confuse the people."
"Olav."
Sejuani's tone was extremely solemn: "We must try our best to find enough food while the supplies are still sufficient. Otherwise, when the supplies are really exhausted, everything will be over."
"If it is true as the investigation says, the Ursine and Volibear will go to the Monster Ranch during this period, then this is our only chance to get Da Weng!"
Whether it was to convince Olaf or herself, Sejuani looked at the camp outside the tent and said softly:
"Even if there is no Big Bear, as long as Volibear is not in the bear territory, I can still escape successfully. And if there is, then Winter's Claw will no longer have to worry about food."
“There’s no risk involved.”
123. Chapter 122: A Scam! Udyr, the Demigod!
A few days passed in a flash, and Olaf came to Sejuani's tent again.
Olaf knew that once Sejuani made a decision, she would definitely implement it, and the same was true now.
In order to help everyone in Winter Claw survive this winter, Sejuani will definitely go to Volibear's territory to steal the big bird!
After considering it for a few days, he has made his own choice.
The fact was just as Olaf thought, Sejuani had already prepared everything at this time.
Pulling open the curtain of the tent, Olaf came before Sejuani:
"Sejuani, do you need me to go find Master Udyr and bring him back?"
"No."
Sejuani shook her head, her eyes full of determination:
"Udyr may be at a critical moment in improving his strength, so don't disturb him. For this kind of operation, the fewer people there are, the lower the chance of being exposed, so I'll go alone."
"What about me, Sejuani? You should take me with you!"
Olaf's tone was firm, his hands tightly gripping the handle of his double axe.
"Olaf, this operation is very dangerous. If you are not careful, you will be doomed!" Sejuani said in a deep voice.
"But that's exactly what you promised me! And it's why I became your warrior!"
Olaf looked at Sejuani without giving in. "Do you think I'm afraid of death? That's exactly what I want!"
Olaf was once born in the northwest of Freljord, on an island called Lokfar, which was one of the most desolate areas in the entire Freljord.
A place where rage is the only fire that can warm a frozen body, where fighting is the only way to keep the blood flowing, and where nothing is worse than growing old, weak, and forgotten.
Olaf was once a warrior of Lokfar. Even in Lokfar, which was known for its ferocity, Olaf was still an extremely powerful warrior.
One evening, as he and his people were boasting in the ashes of a recently razed village, an older warrior grew tired of Olaf's boasting.
The old warrior used provocation to get Olaf to tell his fortune and see if his fate would match his current self-importance.
Olaf went there with confidence.
But the result of the divination made Olaf the laughing stock of the whole village.
Because the divination showed that Olaf would live a long and uneventful life, and die in happiness.
Olaf could not accept the result of the divination in any way. After all, he was a powerful warrior famous for his fighting and anger. However, his final ending was not a glorious death in the battle, but sitting in the tent with a bloated head and waiting to die of old age!
From then on, Olaf began his journey to death. He challenged various powerful monsters and fought close combat with countless strong men, just to die in a glorious battle.
But the result was something Olaf could not accept no matter what.
No matter what kind of strong opponent he challenges, whenever Olaf is on the verge of death, the powerful physique given to him by the ice blood and the special violent attribute hidden in the blood will make him lose his mind and kill his opponent in a rage.
By the time Olaf regained consciousness, he had already won, and he didn't even know how he won.
He even killed the frost snake that was causing trouble to the people by himself.
In the end, in order to seek a glorious death, Olaf chose to leave the village and challenge the Winter's Claw, the most powerful warband in the entire western Freljord.
It was also here that he lost to Sejuani.
But just when Olaf was about to accept his death calmly, Sejuani reached out to him.
"This is not an honest fight. From now on, I will find the most glorious way for you to die. I promise!"
Sejuani promised that she would give Olaf the glorious death he desired, in exchange for him becoming her warrior.
Olaf agreed.
In the following years, Olaf always fought alongside the warriors of the Winter Claw, and the bond between him and the Winter Claw became deeper and deeper.
And now, Olaf knew that the glorious death he longed for might very well be coming!
There is no more glorious way to die than to die in battle on the territory of the God of Thunder.
Even if his deeds were to be spread back to his hometown, I think he would be praised by many people.
"Sejuani, let me go with you, I can do it!" Olaf repeated again.
In the tent, Sejuani stared into Olaf's bloodshot eyes. After a long silence, Sejuani slowly nodded.
"The Berserkers and Blood Warriors escorted us across the Ice Bridge, and then we entered the Bearman Island together."
"it is good!"
Hearing Sejuani's words, Olaf nodded heavily.