NABC Chapter 77: Chapter 77 - Iron Heart Sword
Chapter 77: Chapter 77 - Iron Heart Sword
Chapter 77: - Iron Heart Sword
[Iron Heart Sword]
[Grade: Elite]
[Attack Power: 100-120]
[Durability: 100/100]
[Weight: 320]
[A fierce weapon that demands attention on the battlefield. Its sharpness is unmatched, its shine is blinding, and its power is deadly. It was the weapon of choice for any brave warrior looking to make a statement in battle.]
[Skills:]
[Severing Strike: Dealt 400% of the user's physical attack power to a single target. Ignore 50% defense when striking a wounded target.
Mana Cost: 120
Cooldown: 45 Seconds]
[User Restriction: Level 50 or higher.
Swordsman class or a similar one.]
Fokil's eyes widened in wonder as he held the sword, admiring its craftsmanship. He ran his fingers along its length with reverence, feeling the skill and dedication imbued in every inch of the weapon.
"This is truly remarkable," he exclaimed, his voice tinged with amazement. "I can sense the craftsmanship poured into this blade. It's sure to be a powerful ally for you."
Broken, too, felt a sense of satisfaction as he examined the sword. The 400% damage dealt in physical attack power was impressive enough, but the ability to ignore defense when striking a wounded target added another layer of utility. Despite its relatively high cooldown, Broken felt confident that he could manage its mana requirements effectively. While the weapon's base attack power may not have been extraordinary, its overall stats were exceptional for a weapon of its grade.
"Put on your new gear quickly. The Warrior's Call set likely comes with special effects or skills," Fokil advised.
Following Fokil's instructions, Broken swiftly donned the helmet and proceeded to equip each piece of armor, covering his entire body in the formidable black shining armor. Though he couldn't see his reflection to admire the full ensemble, the firm patterning of the armor hugged his form, giving him a commanding presence. While he couldn't fully appreciate the overall look of his armor set without a mirror, there was no denying the intimidating and captivating aura he exuded. He was a warrior, fully prepared for battle.
With a determination, Fokil fixed Broken with a stern gaze, emphasizing the urgency of the situation. "I understand that you may have grown fond of this place, but you're also a fighter. It's time for you to leave and gather materials to craft the Moonvine Knuckles. Move quickly, kid!" he commanded.
Feeling the weight of Fokil's words, Broken let out a heavy sigh. He knew deep down that Fokil was right. With sluggish steps, he began to shuffle away, attempting to mask his reduced speed with casual conversation.
"Well, it looks like I should be off for a bit. Uh, there's some important business I need to attend to," he mumbled slowly, each word accompanied by a laborious step.
"Why are you still lingering here then?" Fokil's voice boomed. "Get going already!"
Ivana observed Broken's struggle to move forward. Despite his weariness, his determination remained unyielding. Was he too hungry, perhaps?
"Wait, Broken!" she called out, hurrying over to grasp his wrist. "Let me lend you a hand. I'll whip up some food for you."
But, Broken lost his balance and stumbled, Ivana reaching out to catch him. Instead, he ended up falling into her arms. For a brief moment, they found themselves locked in an unexpected embrace, their faces inches apart. It was the closest Broken had ever been to Ivana, a normal NPC in the small town, yet her beauty surpassed that of most women he had encountered in
the real world.
As he found solace in her embrace, their eyes met, and a sense of calm washed over them, momentarily filling the room with serene tranquility.
"You're exhausted," she murmured softly. "You should rest first. Let me prepare some food
for you..."
He shook his head. "No, I'm fine," he insisted. With a swift motion, he pulled himself upright again. "Thanks, Ivana."
Resuming his slow pace, he continued on his way, leaving Fokil and Ivana puzzled by the
encounter.
"I think he wanted to show off?" Fokil mused.
Ivana simply giggled at the thought.
Once outside the Smithy, Broken breathed a sigh of relief as he removed his armor.
"I think it's time to log out," he declared.