#422 - Thunder tribulation? (asking for monthly ticket recommendation)

The centaur elder, Brandvardon, nodded solemnly upon hearing this, and then mustered all his strength to strike the sword blank on the anvil with a heavy blow. He had already exhausted a great deal of physical strength in the previous forging process, and the alchemical hammer in his hand would also absorb the magic power in his body with each strike, making the previous hammering even more exhausting.

But seeing that the 'holy artifact' was about to be born, and that he was assisting in its completion, Brandvardon immediately perked up, as if the fatigue had been drawn away, his muscles knotted, and each strike seemed to exhaust all his strength.

Anduin's condition wasn't very good at the moment either, after all, in addition to burning and hammering, he had to keep injecting magic power into the sword. He had already downed several bottles of potions before, but now he could only grit his teeth and persevere.

"Clang!" "Bang!" "Clang!" "Bang!"

The sound of hammer blows echoed in the ears of the onlookers, but this time the metallic sound was particularly short, turning into a viscous 'poof' sound after only a few rings.

At the same time, the shimmering silver-blue arcs of electricity on the hammered sword became finer and denser, until the sword in their eyes was almost completely transformed into the shape of lightning.

Moreover, Firenze, who had been observing the celestial phenomena, also noticed that the thick clouds in the sky seemed to be getting closer and closer to them, and the air became drier and drier, as if a storm was about to descend at any moment. At the same time, the lightning in the clouds flickered more and more frequently, and thunder rumbled above the crowd.

Seeing that the long sword on the anvil was like a substantial electric baton, Anduin knew that the forging was about to be completed, and at the same time he looked at the clouds in the sky with a tangled expression.

Was he really going to have to undergo tribulation?

Anduin felt the faint pressure in the sky and suddenly had an absurd idea.

But Anduin himself didn't know what kind of changes would happen next, he only knew that the long sword was already full of magic power, and he couldn't squeeze in a single bit more even if he wanted to.

Come what may, Anduin made up his mind, and threw down the alchemical hammer in his hand, reaching out to grab the Thunder Sword in front of him.

Seeing this, Brandvardon quickly stopped the hammer he was waving and slowly retreated, staring at Anduin in front of him with a serious expression. In fact, during the previous few strikes, he had discovered that the hammering could no longer strengthen the sword blank in any way, and he had no idea what would happen next.

"Boom!"

As soon as Anduin's right hand grasped the long sword, a gong-like thunderclap suddenly sounded in the sky, and began to stir in one direction. The thick cloud gradually turned into a vortex, like a typhoon raging on the sea.

And in the center of this vortex, the naked eye could see lightning constantly gathering and tumbling, as if it were accumulating power, making everyone tremble with fear. This made them retreat a few steps, leaving only Anduin on the mountaintop platform.

Seeing this, Anduin was also panicked, but after he grabbed the Thunder Sword, he could feel that the 'Desolate Thunder' shining on the sword became very active, like a joyful child.

Faced with this situation, Anduin also knew that there was nothing to hesitate about. He could feel the 'Desolate Thunder' magic rune's affinity for him, so he didn't hesitate any longer, and suddenly raised the long sword high, pointing straight at the center of the swirling vortex in the sky, with an aura of piercing the sky.

And then... there was no then.

Anduin held up his long sword and pointed at the thunderclouds for a long time. He originally thought that like a treasure being born, it would attract heavenly thunder to strike down.

But the thunderclouds in the sky didn't seem to be interested in his raised long sword, as if they were really just anomalies that appeared, and didn't react at all to his actions.

The surrounding onlookers just stared at Anduin in a strange pose, their faces full of expressions of 'although I don't understand, it seems very powerful'.

After the thunderclouds didn't react for a long time, Anduin, who was holding the sword, felt a little embarrassed at this time, and then pouted speechlessly.

Is that all?

So he was just wasting his expression like an idiot after posing for so long? As a result, the thunderclouds didn't even bother with him.

It's like a person seeing a group of fully armed troops coming towards him, and even pointing their guns at him, he was so scared that he raised his hands in surrender, but after these people got closer, they didn't bother with him at all and just passed by him. Only later did he realize that these people were actually a bunch of cosplayers.

But it's not Anduin's fault. He had just forged a lightning-attribute holy artifact, and as a result, a thundercloud gathered in the sky. This kind of scene was very similar to the tribulation scenes in cultivation novels for Anduin, a transmigrator. Who knew that you were just running over to watch.

After waiting for a while, not only did the thunderclouds in the sky not react at all, but the anomalies on the long sword in Anduin's hand also slowly faded, and the electric light that had been flashing back and forth on the surface of the sword returned to the sword body, revealing the exquisite Han sword body.

Seeing this, Anduin suddenly lost the mood to pose, and quickly retracted the long sword, then glanced at the sword in his hand, and then glanced at the sky, and found that nothing really happened, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Since there was no so-called thunder tribulation, Anduin ignored the threatening dark clouds above his head, but carefully looked at the four-sided Han sword in his hand.

This sword is silver all over, and the sword body is flashing with a shimmering phosphorescence, which is dazzling even in this dark environment. At the same time, its blade and hilt are integrally formed. After adding a sword guard and wrapping a layer of leather on the hilt, it is completely formed.

Anduin held the Han sword in his hand, and was overjoyed. He immediately held the sword and waved it.

I saw this sharp sword flying up and down in Anduin's hand, like a silver snake spitting out letters when it was stabbed out, hissing and breaking the wind, and like a swimming dragon shuttling through the four bodies.

As he danced with excitement, Anduin even took a stance, used his steps to perform sword moves, sometimes as light as a swallow, tapping the sword and rising up, sometimes as sudden as lightning, with fallen leaves falling apart.

Finally, Anduin made a sword flower and placed the long sword flat, only using one finger to hang on the sword grid and gently supporting it, but soon the long sword slowly tilted slightly towards the tip of the sword.

"Huh? Strange, the balance of this sword is not right, why is the sword body one hundred grams heavier than the hilt?" Anduin frowned slightly, staring at the slightly tilted long sword in his hand and muttered.

Then he realized something and patted his head, "I'm really stupid from forging iron, how could I forget about it."