I Lent a Knife to the Whole City

The demonic tide pressed down on the city, and all the three thousand defenders of Shuochuan received were scrap metal that could be sharpened with the first sword. The only qualified knife is in the hands of Xie Zheng, the bladesmith who is awaiting trial. He has a perfect balance that can lend the sharpness, toughness, toughness and heat that an object truly possesses to another object. But borrowing is not copying. No matter how much you borrow, the original thing will be lost; if the borrowed thing is destroyed, the debt will be paid by his flesh and blood. As a result, the blade of a knife fell into the hands of three ordinary defenders one after another; the gates, crossbows, bells and thousands of household utensils of a city were gradually connected into the same deed of mutual covenant. When magic weapons only belong to the strong, what Xie Zheng wants to do is to let everyone who defends the city grasp the edge at the moment when they need it most. "There is only one knife." "That's enough. Let the whole city borrow them in order."