Morgan pulled out the cross sword and opened his mouth to blow away the thick dust covering the sword.

At the first glance, he could see that in terms of forging materials, the long sword in front of him was far more than the sword he was on.

The long sword is silver-white overall, with exquisite and graceful shapes, full of high-end texture.

Looking at the long sword in front of him, Morgan suddenly felt that it was not just a sword, but more like a work of art.

In the Middle-earth world of cold weapons.

There are not many races that can forge weapons by themselves.

There are very few races that can forge weapons like this kind of artwork.

"Wow..."

Morgan suddenly drew out his sword.

The blade is also silver-white, as smooth as new, and the cold light is sharp.

Morgan moved his finger close to the blade and immediately felt a tingling sensation.

It was the extremely sharp edge of the sword that pressed the skin.

"Wow..."

The long sword is sheathed.

Morgan was extremely satisfied: "What a good sword."

Just then.

There was a sudden noise outside.
Chapter completed!