Noda examined the dagger in his hand, plucked out a strand of hair, and placed it on the dagger. Nothing happened. Not even a single hair fell off.
"What are you doing?
Are these two daggers not good enough? "
Dao Gen strode to Noda's side with his short legs and sat down next to him. As a result, he fell backward — Noda wasn't sitting on a chair, but a solid wooden pole that was placed horizontally. The pole wasn't very thick to begin with, so when Dao Gen sat on it, it immediately snapped with a "kacha" sound.
"Damn it, cutting corners is shameful!"
Daugen cursed as he got up from the ground. Ever since he had been with Noda for a long time, the big-nosed dwarf's curses had increased. But this only made him look more like a bad-tempered dwarf.
"What do you mean by cutting corners?
Dwarf, this is a waste. Don't make a fuss. "
Noda didn't fall down. He had already stood up when Dao Root fell down. At this moment, he sheathed the short sword in his hand and looked at the short man who was struggling to get up with a mocking expression.
"You haven't told me yet. What do you think of the dagger?
Let me see! "
"Here."
Noda did not refuse. He handed the two daggers in his hand to Daugen.
These two daggers were very different from the ones that Noda used. The original two daggers were forged by the Elven blacksmith Durhara. They were light, sharp, and meticulous. In Saint-Rames, these two daggers were definitely the best of the best. For Noda, these two daggers had saved him from danger countless times, and he had developed feelings for them. On the other hand, the two daggers that were given to him went to the other extreme: simple, heavy, and without any unnecessary decoration.
And there was a very obvious difference between the two daggers: one blade was slightly wider and heavier, while the other was narrow and light. But even this thinner sword was wider than the original dagger that Noda used.
At a glance, these two daggers seemed to be semi-finished products because their blades did not have a dazzling luster, but there was no rust. In short, they looked black and did not look like valuable goods. If placed in a stall, it would be easy to confuse them with inferior goods. But Noda knew that many of the things that were given to him were not ordinary, but now it seemed that these two daggers were not good.
"Huh?"
Daugen held the dagger and seemed to have discovered something.
At this time, the sky was already bright. Both of them did not participate in yesterday's battle. Noda was a scout, and Daugen was temporarily classified as a blacksmith. In fact, both of them knew that many of them were doing this to train their soldiers. They might be able to handle small battles with ease, but in a large-scale battle like this, it was very easy for them to make mistakes because they had not practiced their tactics with the trolls.
Swords were merciless, and they understood that many of them were doing this to prevent them from fighting. After all, accidents could happen every second on the battlefield, and high-level professionals could die in the blink of an eye.
Both of them clearly saw the battle last night from the city wall. At the same time, they were also happy for the smooth victory of the first battle. But then came an inevitable sense of urgency. Who knew how many undead would come next, and how strong they were?
That was why Noda was sitting here. Previously, he had been trying to find the mystery of these two daggers, but to no avail. Daugen met him when he was about to go to the blacksmith shop in Oditore Castle after breakfast, and the two of them had this conversation.
Looking at the dagger in his hand, Daugen exclaimed, which made Noda look over curiously.
"Why, did you discover something?"
Daugen did not answer, but slowly lifted the slightly wider dagger and looked at the rising sun in the distance. The next moment, something that shocked Noda happened!
The originally pitch-black body of the sword turned transparent under the illumination of the sun!
It was like a piece of black glass, and Noda could clearly see the bright red sun on the horizon through the blade!
This isn't metal?
Noda's expression was conflicted. In his mind, if the weapon wasn't made of metal, how could it slash people to death?
"Oh, Rollier above …" Daugen's eyes widened like a cow's. He carefully observed the dagger, then took out a cloth from his pocket, poured a little liquor from his flask, and carefully wiped the blade.
The liquor quickly evaporated in the morning breeze, but it made the originally dirty dagger even more translucent!
"Obsidian!
Rollier's beard, it's actually obsidian! "
Daugen's beard trembled. He wanted to swallow the dagger, so he carefully stroked the blade with his fingers. The cold and smooth feeling seemed to make him more excited than the female dwarf's huge breasts.
"What kind of stone is obsidian?"
Noda did not know much about ores, and he had never even heard of the name obsidian.
"Damn it, this thing is extinct now!"
Daugen was very angry at Noda's ignorance. He held the dagger, and the light of his fighting energy flashed. Then, with a "ka" sound, he cut the tree trunk that he had just sat on.
Although it looked like he didn't use any strength, the blade that was infused with fighting energy cut the tree trunk effortlessly. The trunk, which was as thick as a calf, was cut in half.
"That's it?"
Noda could not tell what was different about it. Even if he were to chop it, he would be able to chop it down with the dullest of swords.
"Oh my, it really is obsidian!"
Daugen ignored Noda's question. He looked down at the broken stubble and reached out to touch it.
Following the dwarf's gaze, Noda realized that there seemed to be something wrong with the stubble. He took two steps forward and saw a scene that he would never forget!
The stubble had changed color … Or, it was not wood at all!
Instead, it had been changed by some kind of power!
It had turned into a grayish white like a stone!
Daugen reached out his hand. His hand, which had been forging for many years, had great strength. He grabbed the stubble and squeezed it. The piece of wood that had turned grayish white suddenly broke into pieces of stone slag!
"Obsidian, after being activated by energy, the effect of attacking a target is like this. However, this rare ore doesn't belong to this plane." Daugen looked at the dagger and waved it lightly, feeling its balance and feel. "Perfect proportion, perfect design, it's a sharp weapon made purely for killing!"
Squinting, the dwarf brought the hilt closer to take a look and said softly, "Most importantly, this thing is man-made by the dwarves!"
"Man-Made by the dwarves?"
Noda's eyebrows knitted together. No wonder the shape and details of this thing looked so rough. It was indeed the style of the dwarves. "Then you said that this ore doesn't belong to this plane. Could it be …"
"The Abyss, from the Abyss."
Daugen turned his head and seemed to be recalling something. Then he gently tapped the blade in his hand. "Ding!" The blade gave out a hum that was crisper than metal. "The Stonehammer tribe still retains the traces of the Abyss War. The obsidian has been kept as a trophy by the tribe leader in the depths of the Stonehammer Fort. For thousands of years, this obsidian has never been used. If the rumor is true, this sword should have been personally forged by one of the earliest tribe leaders of the Stonehammer tribe."
"In other words," Daugen turned his head and handed the dagger to Noda with both hands. "This sword has existed for nearly three thousand years."
"This …" Noda took the dagger, but he didn't know what to say. A moment ago, he didn't think there was anything strange about it, but in the next moment, he brought out such a piece of history. He really didn't know where these antiques came from … and they were very powerful antiques …
"This, if I didn't guess wrong."
Daugen took out the narrower dagger. Its blade was also black in color, but when Daugen poured his Dou Qi into it, the blade suddenly turned bright silver!
"Crescent Ore!"
He shouted the name of the material of the blade. At the same time, he picked it up and lightly drew a line on the tree trunk beside him. Then he said to Noda: "Watch carefully."
After that, Daugen casually slashed at the tree trunk. Noda had used the sword for so many years, so he could naturally see where he was going to cut. Looking at the current situation, the place that Daugen was about to cut was still some distance away from the mark that he had just made.
"Bang!"
This time, Daugen didn't use much strength. The dagger steadily cut into the tree trunk, embedding into the not too thick branch. But Noda found that the edge of the dagger had actually accurately cut into the mark that Daugen had just made!
"Weapons made of Crescent Ore will automatically look for weaknesses."
Daugen sheathed the dagger and passed it to Noda with both hands. "Crescent Ore is a treasure of the Elves. I guess only Dashiell has it now?
I can confirm the names of these two daggers. The wide one is called 'Dark Meteor', and this one is called 'Moonlight'. In the history of the Dwarves, they are called 'Dark Moon Swords'. "
"Are they very valuable?"
Noda grinned and asked an extremely idiotic question.
"Priceless!
Rollier above, you really are an idiot! "Daugen's beard curled up as he stared at Noda and shouted." Keep it well!
If it weren't for you, I would have snatched it and brought it back to Rockhammer Castle! "
These words made Noda understand the importance of the two daggers in his hands. But at the same time, he thought of a question. Where did such valuable things come from?
Doesn't he know where they came from?