Chapter 65

The end of the thick chain is linked to a huge iron ball, which is twice as big as the iron ball on the general Gothic chain hammer. It is full of three edged iron spikes thick and thin on the baby's arm. When dragging, it is stunned to draw deep grooves on the floor of the blacksmith's house.

"It weighs 108 pounds and is also made of wrought iron." the blacksmith rubbed his hands and said proudly: "I dare say that it takes a lot of effort even if the blacksmiths in the military headquarters of various empires want to forge it. Even if it is forged, it is not as strong as me. Look, I have left blood grooves on each iron spike. Well, although it seems redundant, I believe that such a deterrent force is stronger than that without blood grooves."

"Very good, I'm very satisfied." kukas nodded. He grabbed the hammer. There was a small iron handle at the tail of the hammer head and the chain link. If necessary, he could use the hammer as a hammer. Of course, the hammer was only a little bigger and looked a little ferocious.

"A hundred gold coins, I think you should be satisfied, so..." The blacksmith was surprised to see that kukas waved the chain hammer easily and quickly for dozens of times. After all, the chain hammer weighed more than 100 pounds. If ordinary soldiers or knights, even if they had fighting spirit to help, they had to take a break if they waved more than ten times in a row. But now this situation can't be seen in kukas.

"Don't worry, I won't owe you a gold coin." kukas nodded with great satisfaction and threw the hammer on the ground. He began to wrap the thick chain of the baby's arm around himself.

The 20 meter long chain was wound around him in a special way. He first started winding from his left arm. The thick chain was wound around his arm for more than ten times before it was wound around his upper body, and then spread out along his right arm. Finally, when it was carried in his hand, the chain in his hand was only 35 meters long from the hammer head.

Of course, the length of 35 meters can be extended at any time. If necessary, kukas only needs a small skill to release the chain wrapped around him. In this way, he has a special card.

This chain winding method was not obtained from any book, but from the collection of old knights. Because a long time ago, some Knights used this method to fight, and many people were hit by a sudden surge of chain hammer because they didn't pay attention to this, and finally died.

The blacksmith swallowed his saliva after watching kukas wrap the chain around him in circles, and then picked up the chain hammer and waved it at will. He thought he had great strength, but in front of kukas, he felt like a child. There was no comparison between the two.

"He's just a little taller. When he first came here, he wasn't so tall and powerful. Now it must be caused by external forces. If I can get the help of external forces, I'm afraid it's not much worse than him." the blacksmith looked at kukas carefully and finally came to a conclusion: "Such a strong body, such strong endurance and strength are all necessary conditions for becoming a blacksmith. Damn it, why not be a blacksmith? Instead, be a knight with no future?"

Not to mention how the blacksmith thought and muttered in his heart, just kukas.

After playing with the chain hammer in his hand, the bald man felt that he still didn't have much weight, but this was the blacksmith's limit. Although he could continue to increase the weight of the chain hammer, he couldn't guarantee whether the increased weight chain hammer would suddenly break after hundreds or even dozens of powerful blows. Therefore, he created the 108 pound chain hammer.

"Damn it, it's an inhuman power. Even the barbarians can't wave such a heavy thing for a long time." the blacksmith knew that kukas disliked the light weight, so he despised him again and again. Of course, he didn't dare to say all this. God knows whether the terrible bald head would kill him with a hammer.

You know, if you kill yourself with a hammer, the bald man not only opened his weapons, but also saved a hundred gold coins. The blacksmith shivered at the thought of that bad thing.

After winding the chain around his body and trying to wave the weapon several times, kukas felt very satisfied. With the help of the blacksmith, the leather bag storing the javelin was carried by him, and the belt storing the shuttle of one elbow was wrapped around his waist. Then he stepped on the heavy iron shield that was so tall. Finally, he put on the huge ox horn helmet with face armor.

One hundred gold coins were put in the blacksmith's place, and then kukas would not leave. Although the one hundred gold coins looked small, the blacksmith was very satisfied, because it was only his manual fee. Kukas sent him the best iron materials for making weapons. Moreover, he also deducted a lot of iron materials in the process of making, and the money he made was not enough Less.

With a shield in one hand and a chain hammer in the other, kukas rode on the horse and walked slowly towards the white robed priestess's church. On the way, mobs saw him and hurried to avoid around. They felt heavy pressure from the ferocious weapons and sharp ox horn helmets. They were afraid that when they blocked each other's road, the other would not hesitate to use huge force Smash them into meat patties with a chain hammer.

"Priest, are you ready?" when kukas came to the church, he found that the church was empty. Only the white priest knelt quietly under the altar and looked up at the vague statue.

There was no prayer, but a trace of milky white divine power poured into her like no money. Under the action of these divine forces, kukas felt that the other party's figure was so holy that he almost lowered his head and didn't dare to look at it. But instead of lowering his head, he raised his head and looked down at each other quietly.

After a short time, just as kukas's patience was about to run out, the white priest stood up. At this time, the holy power poured into her body began to dissipate a little.

"Ready, let's go!"

A white priest robe, a thick hooded cloak and a thick book in his hands. There was nothing else on her. Well, there's no other luggage.

"Leave like this?" kukas asked, looking at the priestess suspiciously.

"Do you want to say goodbye to them? I think it's better to forget. Parting will bring negative emotions. I don't think anyone wants to say goodbye to us now." the white robed priestess shook her head gently and wrapped herself tightly with her cloak.

As the white robed priestess said, kukas knocked on the door of the black robed sorceress, but there was no sound inside. Then he knocked on the black haired Knight's door, and there was no sound in it.

"They will stay here, maybe they won't see you again until they die, so they won't see you again." kukas felt very strange when the white robed priestess said so.

You should know that when he was in the world of his previous life, parting was the most solemn. Relatives and friends gathered together, endless narration and endless advice. But this is not the case in this world. People are far away from it.

After preparing some food and water, kukas and them officially embarked on the right path. A little incongruous was that the white robed priestess did not prepare her own carriage or mount, but sat on the horn horse with kukas.

You know, since kukas's body soared to more than three meters high, the wildebeest looked much smaller. When kukas was accommodated alone, he couldn't put anything else. Now the white priestess had to ride a war horse with kukas, so she had to sit on his lap.

"You should have your own mount," kukas said to the priest with some dissatisfaction. Because he wanted to take advantage of this long journey to train with his wildebeest according to the methods of the knights, he was very dissatisfied with the passengers.

"I hate feeding horses, and ordinary war horses are not as fast as your war horses, which will delay our speed." the white robed priestess giggled. She didn't care about kukas's anger at all, because she knew that kukas wouldn't pour His anger on herself because of this little thing.

"Well, that's the only way. At least if we go back to get the mount now, others will laugh at us." kukas looked at Kent town more than ten miles behind him and had to reluctantly promise.

The strong wildebeest moves forward at an even speed. Although the speed is not fast, the victory is lasting. Kukas, on the other hand, began to inject his fighting spirit into the wildebeest according to the secret method of the Knights.

First, he only drew the fighting spirit as thin as hair into his fingers, and then linked it to the shoulder blades of the wildebeest to inject the fighting spirit into the wildebeest in a special way.

Although the fierce fighting spirit was very few, and was strongly controlled by kukas, it seemed to be much more stable, but as soon as it was injected into the wildebeest, it still gave out bursts of uncomfortable neighing. Perhaps it was aware that all this was given by the owner, and the wildebeest just sneezed discontentedly and continued to run.

Every time, a little fighting spirit was injected into it. At first, the wildebeest was very uncomfortable, but later, it gradually got used to it. I even like the comfort brought to me after the short pain.