I've been transported to the orc continent.

The knife was very heavy; Bai Ling estimated it to weigh seventy or eighty pounds. The blade was thick and solemn, covered with irregular patterns. The back of the blade was straight, and the edge was sharp. The entire knife was bluish-gray, and under the light of the iron-smelting furnace in the room, it shimmered with a mysterious luster.

This was a luster unlike anything else, a cold beauty belonging to metal. The beastmen had never seen metal before, yet they were captivated by it at first sight.

This luster is cold, sharp, yet mysterious and dreamlike, making one involuntarily want to hold it in their hand.

Holding it in your hand feels like holding the most powerful weapon in the world.

Although there were quite a few people in the room, it remained completely silent. The beastmen even held their breath, as if any loud breathing would be pierced by the gleam of the blade.

Chen's eyes widened, and he murmured, "So beautiful."

The other tribesmen were similar to Chen, staring blankly at the knife in Yue's hand, as if they couldn't get enough of it. Xiao looked at the knife in Yue's arms, then at Yue herself, swallowed hard, and said, "Yue, can I touch it? It's so beautiful."

Yue gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, his eyes fixed on the blade. His icy blue eyes were reflected in the gray-blue blade, filled with fascination and affection.

However, since his friend had already brought it up, Yue still handed over the knife, while reminding Xiao, "Xiao, Ling said this kind of knife is very sharp, be careful not to cut your hand."

Xiao nodded and took the knife from Yue's hand.

While touching the blade, Xiao muttered to himself, "It's completely different from a stone knife. It looks thinner and feels cool to the touch." Xiao even tapped it with his knuckles, and the steel knife made a crisp sound. Xiao laughed and said, "A stone knife sounds dull when you tap it, but this knife sounds very nice."

Xiao Ai was so enamored with the knife that she didn't seem to intend to put it down. Chief Zhan coughed, but Xiao Ai didn't hand it over. She continued to hold the knife and examine it closely. Zhan could only say, "Xiao Ai, let me take a look. If this knife is really good, then we'll make a few more for the tribe's patrol team."

Xiao then came to his senses. He looked at the knife in his arms for a long time before reluctantly handing it to Zhan.

“Chief, this knife is absolutely excellent,” the little one said, his eyes brimming with laughter. “I’ve decided, I want three knives made: one for my father, one for my father, and one for myself.”

Chen poured cold water on him from the side: "Xiao, you only have a basket of iron ore. Don't even mention three knives, you don't even have enough for one knife."

Xiao immediately said, "There are still many iron ore rocks on that riverbank. I can go and collect them."

Bai Ling laughed and said, "Little one, this knife was specially designed for Yue. He needed such a big knife because he wanted to hunt. You don't go out hunting, so you don't really need such a big knife. You can make a dagger, which doesn't require much iron ore."

Actually, Bai Ling originally wanted to make a dagger for Yue.

Daggers are small and easy to carry, and once they're made, you'll definitely want to carry them with you at all times. But machetes like this aren't actually that useful in everyday life.

But since Yue wanted it, Bai Ling naturally didn't say anything else and just made it for Yue.

Xiao was very happy to hear this: "Ling, I believe what you said. Then I will make three daggers, one for Father, one for Dad, and one for me, so that the three of us can have one."

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The steel knife passed around among all the tribespeople who participated in the iron smelting, and they all cherished it. When the knife finally returned to Yue's hands, all the tribespeople stared at Yue with eager eyes. They all wanted to know how this knife, which looked sharp and mysterious, would work.

Bai Ling saw through the clansmen's thoughts and said, "This knife needs to be sharpened before it can be used."

He went inside and brought out a basin of water. He found a smooth stone, sprinkled water on it, and began to sharpen his knife.

As Bai Ling sharpened his knife, the other clansmen formed a circle around him and stared at him.

The blade rubbed against the stone, making a "whoosh" sound. The sound was somewhat jarring and unpleasant to hear, but none of the beastmen in the circle backed down; they all stared intently at Bai Ling's movements.

Gradually, the bluish-gray color on the blade dissipated, revealing a bluish-white hue underneath. The orcs present didn't know how to describe this color, but they all felt a sense welling up from the bottom of their hearts: this blade must be extremely sharp.

The sharpened knife is different from the one that was just forged. The dusty color on the blade is gone, and it's like a person covered in mud who has finally been cleaned up, revealing healthy skin and beautiful features.

Yue took the knife from Bai Ling and flicked it casually. The clansmen who were originally surrounding Bai Ling and not far from Yue all took a step back.

Although they didn't know exactly how powerful the knife was, the orcs still felt a chill run down their spines when they saw the light dancing on its blade.

This is a completely different feeling from facing the stone knife. When facing the stone knife, the orcs are afraid that they will be hit or bruised. When facing this knife, the orcs always feel that the place that is touched by it will fall off their body.

Xiao patted his chest: "Yue, this knife is a bit scary. You have to be careful and don't let it touch you."

Yue smiled and said, "Don't worry, Xiao, I'll be careful."

Bai Ling looked around, pointed to a tree not far away that was about the thickness of a wrist, and said, "Yue, use this knife to chop down that tree."

Without saying a word, Yue picked up her sword and walked towards the tree. Bai Ling and the clansmen followed. Yue stopped in front of the tree, gripped the hilt of her sword with both hands, took a deep breath, and chopped at the small tree that was as thick as a wrist.

With a flash of light, the tree snapped in two.

When they saw the broken end of the sapling, all the tribespeople stared in astonishment.

It's not surprising to use a knife to cut down trees. They use stone knives to cut down trees when they're out there. For a small tree as thick as a wrist, a few cuts with a stone knife can leave a deep notch, and then a hard kick will bring the tree down.

But this knife cut the sapling in half with just one use, and the cut was very clean. What does this mean?

Although the orcs' civilization was in a primitive stage, they were not fools. On the contrary, because they had to work every day, they were very saddened by such things.

The fact that the cut on the small tree was so smooth and even means only one thing: the knife encountered no resistance during the felling process and easily chopped down the tree.

What does this tell us?

This indicates that the knife is extremely sharp, many times sharper than a stone knife.