Praise the Orc! Chapter 186:
Chapter 186 – New Slayer (1)
A blacksmith’s blood flowed through the dwarves of the Golden Anvil Clan . Zakiro had been born as the most talented one among them . The clan’s chief craftsman, Solardo had told him,
‘If you are a true Golden Anvil craftsman, you can see the finished product before you melt it . ’
Zakiro believed he had understood those words . He always had a blueprint . The moment he wanted to make something, he was clear about how it would be completed . All the masterpieces he had already created were once in his head . However, Zakiro realized that wasn’t the case . He hadn’t seen it properly . Zakiro had used his intuition to complete it, but he hadn’t really seen it .
“Now I see . ”
Zakiro muttered as he saw the weapon which filled his mind . He could see what it would be like, what type of power it had, and how it could be created . Additionally, he could see what it would cost . Zakiro wanted to move his body . Right now, an unknown inspiration was filling him and moving through his entire body . He wanted to start working soon .
“You came . Zakiro . ”
“Yes . ”
Zakiro’s body trembled . Rastad, the blacksmith who maintained the last forge, saw Zakiro’s face, and his eyes widened . He studied Zakiro and laughed . “‘That’ has arrived . ”
“What is it?”
“The thing that comes to a great blacksmith once in their lives . ” Rastad looked around the last forge . There was nothing special except for the fact that it was in the temple where the last fire was kept . “Come along . ”
Zakiro followed Rastad . There was a door in the forge . Rastad opened it to reveal stairs . Then they went down to another smithy . Dust had accumulated since it hadn’t been used for a long time, but the facility itself was good to use right now .
“Use this place . ”
“This place…”
“It is literally the last forge . The outside area is just an assortment of things . ”
Zakiro looked around the interior . It was the first time he’d seen it, but it felt familiar somehow . The inspiration in his head and the familiar feeling of this forge tangled together .
“So, what will you create? Will you use iron?”
“It will come soon . ”
As Zakiro spoke, there was a small noise from above . They waited for a bit, and someone came down the stairs . It was Crockta . He greeted them with a huge sword on his shoulders .
“Zakiro . You were here . Ah, someone else? I am Crockta, a warrior . ”
“I am Rastad . I am the blacksmith who maintains the last forge . ”
“It is a pleasure . I am alive . ”
“It has been a long time since I’ve heard an orc greeting . ”
The two of them shook hands, then Crockta looked around the forge . “Will you fix my sword here?”
Zakiro smiled . “That’s right . You can be expectant . ”
“Well…” Crockta looked at Zakiro and Rastad . He scratched his head and put down Ogre Slayer . “At any rate, thank you . Please take care of it . ”
“Don’t worry . ”
“I have to talk to the priest . ” Crockta’s hands moved awkwardly without Ogre Slayer as he climbed the stairs .
Zakiro’s and Rastad’s eyes turned to Ogre Slayer . It was an excellent greatsword .
…Except for the fact that it was breaking down .
“This sword?”
“That’s right . ”
“Haha… That warrior, he is Crockta . Now I understand why your eyes are like that . ”
Excellent warriors always inspired blacksmiths . The Golden Anvil Clan might have a philosophy of not caring about the users of their weapons, it was exciting to make a weapon for a warrior like Crockta .
“Maybe this is the arrangement of the sun **** . ” Rastad muttered .
Zakiro was silently moving Ogre Slayer . He had begun working .
Rastad watched quietly . The genius of the Golden Anvil Clan, the Slayer Maker who had created many masterpieces at a young age… What would his ability be like? At that moment, the forge became hot .
“Ah…!”
Rastad could feel it clearly . The temple of the sun was welcoming Zakiro . The last fire, which hadn’t reacted to blacksmiths for a long time, started to heat up the forge .
Rastad was in awe . “Finally, a blacksmith has appeared to match the last forge!”
This was the true last fire which Rastad had experienced a few times during his youth but could no longer use . It was the last fire in the temple of the sun **** . In combination with the last forge…
A greatsword was reborn again .
***
Crockta, Tiyo, and Anor went to have tea with the priest . While Ogre Slayer was being repaired, they wanted to find out as much as possible about Hedor .
“You are looking for Hedor . ” The priest took out some papers from the temple’s archives . Things like the temple’s entrance register and access records remained . “He did a lot of research on the sun **** in the temple . The inquisitive gnome asked me many things . Why the sun **** disappeared, the circumstances of the gods…”
“Why did the sun **** disappear dot?”
Tiyo asked .
The priest laughed . “Humans can’t accurately know the story of the gods . The reason he fell into a deep sleep is probably due to a problem when fighting the gods in the past . ”
“The gods fought dot?”
“That’s right . The reason was never revealed, but there are records about a dispute among the gods . In the aftermath, one **** died, one **** fell and one **** went to sleep . ”
Crockta’s eyes widened . In the aftermath, one **** had died, one **** had fallen, and one **** had gone to sleep . The gray **** was the one who had fallen .
Crockta asked, “What gods are they?”
The priest laughed . “Haha . You are only asking hard questions . Please remember, this is just a story and it isn’t definite . I will warn you in advance . ”
“It’s okay . ”
“Of course, the sun **** is the one who fell asleep . The gray **** is the one who fell . No one can remember what she was the **** of, or what power she had . ”
“……!”
The gray god… The one who linked Elder Lord to Earth and seemed to be plotting something . When she fell, one **** had died and one had gone to sleep . There was a relationship between the gray **** and the sun **** . The journey to find Hedor was becoming increasingly connected to the answers Crockta wanted to find .
Crockta asked again, “Then the dead god…?”
“Ahh . He was like a father and mother to the sun **** . He is…” The priest paused for a moment before replying, “The ‘stars’ . ”
***
“There are many stars in the sky . ”
Yoo Jaehan muttered . He was sitting on the beach and looking up at the sky . It was night, but young people were still gathered on the white sand . They occasionally threw stones at the surface of the sea and squashed beer cans .
“Try to imagine it . ”
A voice suddenly said . Yoo Jaehan turned his head . A woman was sitting beside him . Her skin and hair were exceptionally white . It was a unique appearance, but thanks to the darkness and the hat covering her head, no one in the vicinity noticed .
She was the gray **** .
“The sight of the stars disappearing from the sky . ”
“Awful . ”
“I always have to see it . ”
“……” Yoo Jaehan smiled . “How awful . ”
“After coming to this world… I don’t want to see that type of thing… Still, seeing the stars of Earth relieves some of the despair . ”
“Do you want a beer or something to drink?”
“It is okay . ”
“It isn’t uncommon for you to drink or eat . ”
“You spoke to Jung Ian . ”
“Ian asked me about you . ”
She scooped up the sand with her hand . Yoo Jaehan asked, “Is the plan going well?”
“Somewhat . ”
“What is your influence?”
“The achievement points keep rising . It is thanks to Crockta, Rommel, and Keynes . The rankers are much better than I thought . ”
“Yes…” Yoo Jaehan smiled . “They have no idea what they are doing . ”
“Yes, that is better . Do you know? When Crockta came alone, I got angry and raised his assimilation rate to the limit . At that time, I ended up giving a little bit of my power to Crockta . So, I was worried… The gods noticed I had something to do with Crockta and told people to wipe out Crockta and the orcs . ”
The gray **** chattered on, and Yoo Jaehan listened to her words .
“If they move in the correct manner, Crockta won’t be able to stay still… Once this is over, I can really accomplish my plan . Now is the real beginning . ”
“Yes, it seems like it . ”
“So…” The gray **** got up . “When the time comes, please thank Jung Ian for me . ”
Yoo Jaehan looked at the sea and replied, “Until then . If he is still alive, I will . ”
“Yes . Well, even so . He will be alive . Otherwise, I will be sorry . ”
“Really?”
“Really . ”
Yoo Jaehan smiled and nodded .
The gray **** added, “Ah right, Gordon wanted to say hello to you . ”
“Is he doing well?”
“He is . ”
“Gordon is also a great person . ”
Suddenly, there were fireworks on the beach . The long curves of light rose into the sky . The gray **** spread open her arms and gazed at the embers in the night sky .
“Pretty . ”
***
After Rastad left, Zakiro pulled something out . It was a small lump of golden metal .
When Zakiro gained the title of Slayer Maker and rose to the rank of a craftsman, Solardo of the Golden Anvil Clan had given it to him .
‘You can only use it once . Keep this in mind . If you aren’t ready, it will be used in vain . You will have consumed it uselessly . The craftsmen who used it correctly are recorded in the history of the Golden Anvil Clan . ’
Most people used it in vain, but those who used it correctly made the best weapons in history . It was a piece of golden metal given to the craftsmen of the clan . This was why Zakiro’s clan was called the Golden Anvil .
That was a piece of a golden anvil . The clan split had apart the anvil, which was said to have been given to them by a god, and gave the pieces to their craftsmen . The pieces would gradually disappear over time . Fortunately, Zakiro had been able to receive a piece at a young age .
He sensed that now was the right time to use it . So, Zakiro grabbed it . It melted and disappeared into Ogre Slayer’s melted form . The color of the molten iron became even redder . However, the piece of the anvil didn’t melt completely .
Zakiro started to furiously work the bellow, and the temperature started rising gradually . Sweat flowed down Zakiro’s face, and it felt like the bones in his body were melting . His hands worked faster .
Then after a moment…
A tremendous heat hit him .
“……!”
He stepped back like he had been pushed, and he stared blankly at the sight in front of him—a fire . The furnace was literally ablaze .
Zakiro watched it . There was something shining in the furnace . It was a red crystal… And it was dazzling, like a ball of flames . Zakiro knew what it was . The last flame…
This was ‘it . ’ The last fire should be at the altar above, but now it was down in the forge . The fire added to the heat which was melting Ogre Slayer . The forge—no, the entire temple started to heat up .
The temperature rose . It was unexpected . Above him, there was the sound of people urgently rushing out of the temple . Shouts could also be heard .
Zakiro gritted his teeth and withstood the heat . The last flame… This was a crystal left behind by the sun **** . It melted the piece of the Golden Anvil as well as Ogre Slayer . Zakiro laughed . Despite the heat covering his entire body, he burst out laughing . His intuition, close to a prophetic ability, wasn’t wrong after all .
He had seen this scene already . He had known it would be here . The world was pushing at his back . The sun, the hottest flames which could melt anything… No one would be able to endure it .
…Not even the gods .
Zakiro made a fist as he glanced at the molten iron . This sword would be his best masterpiece, and it would be the best work in the history of the Golden Anvil Clan . The purpose of the sword was simple .
God killer…
The sword which was born with the flames of the sun…
It could even kill a **** .