章 114: Forging Some Swords

100 pounds was nothing for Abel. To him, this colossal hammer was as light as a child's toy. As he swung it around his arm, he began to focus his power of the Will on the piece of iron ore. 

After the locals left for many, many years, the sound of metal clashing against each other finally appeared in the Rogue's Encampment once more. As the clashing noise echoed through the night, the sound of the nearby river and trees combined to produce a symphony. The Rogue's Encampment was alive again, so it seemed.

The burning temperature of the ground fire was too high. In his repeated attempts, Abel slowly mastered the best way to use the ground fire, and with the better tools, he managed to treat the metal base for about 125 times. 125 was a number that far exceeded his best record, and that's the result he's got even when he made some mistakes at the start.