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Forging Blueprint: Arcane Axe

It's actually the Arcane Axe!

Forseti couldn't believe it and immediately turned the page.

**Auspicious Axe**

**Type: Battle Axe**

**Standard Item Level: Level 6**

**Main Material: Arcanite**

It should be the Arcane Axe that he is familiar with, but after thinking for a while, Forseti calmed down from his excitement.

There is only one main material, Arcanite.

What is Arcanite? One of the most important metals in World of Warcraft, it is expensive and has never been cheap.

Regarding the Arcanite Ingot, there is also a widely circulated player story—a hundred Arcanite Ingots or something... Forseti had seen it more than once in his previous life.

Arcane Axe, Sulfuron Warhammer, Thunderfury, Blessed Blade of the Windseeker, Sulfuras, Hand of Ragnaros the Balrog... These weapons are inseparable from Arcanite. There is no doubt that Arcanite is definitely the top metal.

Forseti estimated that the substitute material for Arcanite in this world is likely to be Vibranium.

The price of Vibranium...

Although he didn't remember the exact number, he could probably guess it. After all, the superpower on Earth, the United States, just got a Vibranium shield, and the price of Vibranium can be imagined.

Not only is it expensive, but mainly because of its price and scarcity. Wakanda, the origin of Vibranium, is a highly secretive country. It is hidden in an unknown corner of Africa and is difficult to reach.

Even in Wakanda, Vibranium is a rarity, and only the royal family of the Black Panther can use it freely. It is also because of the rarity of Vibranium that the Black Panther can maintain wealth that rivals Iron Man.

For Forseti at this stage, it is really too far-fetched to build an axe with Vibranium.

Of course, there is also Uru, but this material should be more precious than Vibranium, so it is best not to think about it.

He shook his head, stopped paying attention to the Arcane Axe, and continued the lottery, purchasing one hundred gifts of destiny in a row.

Obtained [Thank you for your patronage], obtained [Devotion 1.12], obtained [Thank you for your patronage], obtained [Book of Experience: Dire Wolf]... Obtained [Judgment (Shard)]... Obtained [Standard Space]... Obtained [Reckoning Hand (Fragment)]...

Luckily, in addition to the Arcane Axe, Forseti also got three space grids.

Even though he still had a lot of balance, Forseti would not allow himself to buy a lot of gifts of fate at one time, otherwise, there would be a very bad feeling of indulging in gambling.

He packed up his mood and went out to start a new day.

...

Ten months passed.

In the blink of an eye, Forseti had been at Camp No. 3 in Vanaheim for more than two years, from a twenty-five-year-old man to a twenty-seven-year-old.

Fighting, a lot of training, and of course, plenty of meat supported by money, have helped him develop a lot in the past two years.

According to the length unit that he was familiar with in his previous life, Forseti estimated that he should be over one meter seventy.

This height is no longer short among Earth people, but it is still short among the Aesir, and he is basically the shortest person in the camp.

At night, Forseti and Sigurd carried a large box into the doctor's house and put it down.

The box was opened, and inside was a pile of books, most of which were medical books with a practical nature, such as "Greenhilde Pharmacopoeia."

"After moving this box, there are still three boxes." Forseti exhaled and said.

Sigurd complained: "It's a hassle to relocate the camp."

Forseti laughed: "You said a few days ago that the camp should have moved here a long time ago."

"...Did I?" Sigurd said uncertainly.

Forseti didn't answer. As he turned around and left the room again, he said, "After all, this is indeed a good place. When we came last time, many people hoped that the camp could be moved here."

In the past few days, the third camp had been busy relocating, and the new camp was not elsewhere, it was the small island in the middle of the lake that the herb collection team visited before.

The environment here is beautiful, the terrain is dangerous, the mountains face the water, and it is suitable for the growth of medicinal herbs. Under the suggestion of the medical officer Scala, the camp finally decided to relocate here. Of course, in order to move the camp here, the Aesir also spent a lot of effort, and there were countless Skrins people to clear out along the way.

They also encountered a troll tribe on the way. Fortunately, the Aesir discovered it early and took the initiative, otherwise, the losses could have been significant.

With the relocation of the camp, the Aesir took a small step forward in dealing with the Skrins.

It is almost impossible to destroy the Skrins, so the goal of the Aesir is very clear: to limit the Skrins to a certain area.

The line on the map has already been drawn, and all the soldiers need to do is gradually advance the front line until it coincides with the line drawn on the map.

In addition to books, there are various pharmaceutical tools, which are more troublesome than books and have many precautions.

Therefore, they were busy until late at night, and the doctors finally completed the task of relocation.

Forseti entered his new room, sat on the bed, and looked out the window.

The new camp is divided into inner and outer layers. The inner layer is a small island in the middle of the lake, including several places such as the council hall and the hospital. The outer layer is mainly where soldiers live and train. The two layers are bounded by the lake and connected by four wooden bridges.

From a visual standpoint alone, the new camp is much better than the previous one.

The only downside is that it is a little more open. On the one hand, the place is larger, and on the other hand, some soldiers have not yet moved from the old camp.

The relocation of the third camp is expected to be completed tomorrow.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Suddenly, there were bursts of shouts from outside.

Needless to say, the soldiers in the camp quickly assembled, forming a line of defense around the camp as before, ready to stand.

Forseti immediately took the Fist of Verigan, then jumped out of the window and went straight to the outer camp.

"You're here, Forseti the lantern bearer," several soldiers teased.

Staying in the camp for more than two years, as a maverick and keen to fight, Forseti had made friendships with many soldiers and received a nickname: the lantern bearer.

The reason is naturally his Holy Light spells, one is more dazzling than the other, which is impressive.

Especially when Forseti injected holy light into Verigan's Fist, it looked like he was holding a lantern...

"Guess the scale of this attack?" Forseti looked at Ander beside him.

Ander: "The camp has just fought a tough battle recently, and also eliminated a big lord, so I think there shouldn't be too many enemies, at most two or three lords."

Because when he went deep into the enemy's territory more than a year ago, Ander was successfully promoted to deputy captain, and he became captain not long ago, leading a team by himself.

This brought a lot of convenience to Forseti, and he often joined Ander's squad to participate in battles.

"The enemy is coming!" said Vice-Captain Wayne.

Everyone looked serious and peered into the depths of the night ahead.

But soon, they couldn't help showing some doubts, and one of the soldiers couldn't help but ask: "What is that big creature? A forest troll?"

"No, I'm sure it's not a troll," Wayne said.