Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

There wasn’t an easy way to explain who the children of the deities were.

Strictly speaking, Gloria belonged to the descendants of a deity. This is because the predecessor of the Northern Witches was from a powerful organization. This organization, which had existed for a long time, had leaders that were even once chosen to be the Goddess of Magic. That was also when the north gave birth to many powerful Witches in that period. Some of them even rivaled the deities.

However, that was a long time ago.

The only place to have records about the ‘Chosen Northerners’ was in ancient literature.

As a pure Northern Witch, Gloria more or less had some inheritance in her blood, which was similar to the Elven noble in front of Soran. Some of them had the opportunity to strengthen their talents, and others had already exhausted their bloodline powers.

For example, the God of Slaughter had fallen for some time now but the descendants he left behind, who were the Sons of Slaughter, had multiplied for generations to generations. In the end, they were no different from ordinary people.

Occasionally, a very gifted descendent would appear. This was unlikely because the blood would be so diluted.

There were many such cases.

Hence, most regarded the true descendants of deities were born within three generations. Anything else wouldn’t be considered anymore.

The Elven noble in front of Soran had no more divine powers; He may not have any trace of divinity in his body. At best, he had a little better blood and talent, and he might have slightly higher basic Attributes compared to ordinary people. His innate talents were roughly equivalent to the direct descendants of a legendary profession, or may even be inferior.

Once upon a time,

There was a saying that hero templates had inherited the blood of the God of Slaughter. That was why they could extract soul energy. Only a few of the world’s NPCs had very special existence to enhance their powers through killing. These special NPCs basically had a blood relationship with the God of Slaughter.

However, this was never proven.

Soran didn’t pay much attention to the Elven nobleman. He headed straight for the hotel, where he would rest for the day.

The village was not small, and the population was very large. It was only a matter of time before it became a well-developed town.

Soran’s Half-Elf blood was really thin, so he seemed very human and was not given many favors in the village. The Elves here still regarded him as a risky human being, and their attitude toward him was cold. The Elven race wasn’t actually a very friendly race. They were merely beautified by the Bards because the outside world was curious about them.

Soran even thought that the stubborn Dwarfs were a little better to deal with than the Elves!

There was a weapon shop in the village.

The Blacksmith was a big Elf, with no elegance to speak of. He banged with a hammer and wore an apron. There was no natural elegance. To eat, drink, and poop, one had to farm for food. To have food, clothing, and shelter, one had to work.

Even the Elves would use their excrement to fertilize the land. Some Druids who believed in the way of the earth would even do some seemingly dirty labor themselves, which they regarded as a form of cultivation.

The cultivation part was probably influenced by the Monks, especially the Ascetic Monks.

Over the years, a large number of professions have sprung up. The unchanging things would only be gradually eliminated. The Druids were now a relatively powerful spellcasting organization, among which the Enlightenment had even accepted the elements of Shamanism. The village Soran was in, believed in the earth’s teachings. Consequently, in the middle of the village, there was an ancient stone pillar.

From this perspective, it seems that the world is still very lively!

The burly Elven Blacksmith took a look at Soran. Blacksmiths were a profession best not to be messed with. They were staunchly middle class and a very common advance profession in many areas.

People who dared to mess around in a weapon shop would always end up regretting their decision.

Soran, naturally, would not disrespect the Blacksmith in front of him. After more than ten years of Blacksmithing, the Blacksmith was basically trained as a Quasi-Fighter. Soran nodded slightly and said, “I want to buy a quality curved sword, and I have no problem with the prices.”

“Curved sword?” The burly elf Blacksmith looked at him for a while then brought one out of the back and handed it to him. “How’s this one?” he said.

Entry level.

Soran didn’t even have to look at it closely. He took the weapon over and instantly knew that it was an entry level weapon. It was even slightly too light.

He shook his head somewhat disappointedly and said, “It’s too light. I’m afraid this hardness can’t withstand the explosive power of battles. This might even become damaged when going against the Gnolls.”

The Elven Blacksmith glanced at him then said, “Well, then there’s nothing better.”

“I mainly make sickles and kitchen knives, or longswords for the patrol guards. If you want a long sword, I still have some good ones here.”

Elven patrol longswords?

Soran recalled that they seemed to have carried precision forged items. Does that mean that the Blacksmith in front of him could precision forge?

Basically, Blacksmiths who could do precision forging were able to make rare grade 1 weapons with special materials.

The craftsmanship of the Elves was not bad.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to create two legendary curved swords in the Underdark. The Blacksmith in front of him was not a master, but he should be able to build a + 1 curved sword.

High-grade Blacksmiths were rare to come across. That’s not to say the average Blacksmith was not good, but that the profession was already a high-grade profession!

Thus a high-grade Blacksmith was someone who also mastered other skills.

The man who once forged Soran’s legendary curved sword was a level 15 Ranger/level 3 Ronin/level 8 Sorcerer. He had a proper legendary profession, and this fellow even had a quarter of Dragon blood.

His family once captured a Shadow Dragon.

Capturing a Shadow Dragon was not the most important thing, the important fact was that it was a male Shadow Dragon. That was why the evil Drows imprisoned it.

They used a certain spell to change the Dragon to have a Human form.

Then there really was nothing much more to say, since everyone knew what the Drows were capable of. A group of female Drows imprisoned the male Dragon for a long time and every day they committed acts which were inappropriate for children. In the end, they succeeded in giving birth to a large number of mixed-blood Half-Dragons. When the male Dragon finally escaped, he almost went mad. He went after all of the mixed-blood Half-Dragons, but some of them survived.

One of them was the one that forged Soran’s legendary curved sword!

Soran had to finish many tasks before the Drow finally forged his weapon. He even had to kill one of the candidates for the head of a family.

Fortunately, the blacksmith in front of Soran did not have such high demands.

Soran glanced at him and asked tentatively, “If I get you the materials, could you build a rare grade weapon?”


The Elven Blacksmith looked at him, thought for a moment, then murmured, “It’s certainly possible if I had the materials, but I don’t know Alchemy so I can’t add elemental damage.”

That was good enough for Soran.

Soran didn’t ask for an element damage buff now. It took at least a hundred or two hundred in Alchemy in order to add elemental damage.

It was enough for him to have a + 1 ordinary rare-grade curved sword. Average Blacksmiths were quite common, but only a few of them could make fine military grade equipment. There even fewer who could add elemental damage.

The Dwarven Blacksmiths were as arrogant as the mountain goats, but when Soran went there to see them, they were only a group with 150 to 250 blacksmith skill.

No one in Ironforge was able to make a grade 3 rare curved sword!

Indeed, the Dwarfs should not be completely trusted.

These Dwarfs would boast once they had a round or two, and their boasts usually weren’t true!

The Elven Blacksmith in front of him seemed to be approaching middle age. He must have been forging for quite some years. Soran estimated his forging skills could be more than 200. It should be possible for him to forge a rare grade 1 curved sword.

Soran immediately followed up and said, “What do you need! I’ll bring them to you as soon as I can.”

Rare grade 1 items were not uncommon.

They probably had Refined Iron here but may be lacking in some other materials.

“300 Derahls.” The Elven Blacksmith was not in a hurry. First, he looked at Soran, then he took out a rough piece of paper and wrote down a list of things. “You just have to find me the items here. In fact, you could probably buy them from Priest Hierro.”

Soran took it over and looked at it.

The items on the list were not very rare and probably was worth around 200 Derahls. In the list, Fluorite was the easiest to find. Custom made weapons cost twice as much as used weapons, but 500 Derahls was still within Soran’s acceptable price range.

So, he agreed without any hesitation.

For a while, he even felt a little sad that he was finally getting a rare-grade weapon after being so long in this world.

Even though it was only a grade 1 weapon, he was already satisfied.

At least the custom made curved sword could be made according to his standard, which was definitely better than the military grade weapon he bought previously. For a skillful Rogue like him, weapons that fit him best were the best to use. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be too hard to buy a + 1 longsword. The problem was that a one-meter sword was a longsword, and a one and a half meter sword was also a longsword. Even though this fellow called every long sword a longsword, it definitely felt different when used.

A Rogue was definitely more particular about his or her weapon compared to a Fighter; Fighters relied more on their skills, not their weapons to determine how powerful they were.

That’s one done deal.

The Elven Blacksmith began to work after he gots the deposit. First, he needed to melt the Refined Iron. Rare-grade weapons were all forged from steel that had hundreds of folds. The Elven Blacksmiths were characterized by their ability to create tiny fish scale patterns in the process of forging. The Dwarfs forged weapons which had high hardness while the Elves forged weapons that were tough, both made weapons that were not easily broken.

Soran went straight to buy all the materials, without bargaining and sent them to the blacksmith.

The Elven Blacksmith seemed very interested in making the rare-grade weapon. He even heated his furnace overnight, indicating that the forging could be completed in three days. This was undoubtedly good news, and Soran’s injuries would also be completely recovered at that time.