Ride and Cut

When the intoxicating warm wind of golden autumn and October brought a mature atmosphere, the banks of the Raging River and the lower reaches of the hills began to secretly build several smelting furnaces of unusual size.

These smelting furnaces are almost as tall as the designed castles, and the manpower and material resources required for construction are extremely huge. Almost all the male adult leaders of Gaoshan Fort were recruited for this huge project.

Six-wheeled double-drive carriages traveled along the temporary road like flowing water, bringing in piles of building materials. After a little estimation, I knew that the gold coins spent must be an astronomical figure.

Since the day the construction started, the entire wilderness has been completely under martial law.

Within a radius of tens of miles, the aborigines received orders from the king of the wilderness, asking them not to take a single step closer to the Alpine Fort without permission.

Now it is early autumn, the fruits are gradually ripening, and the prey is beginning to become fat, which is an important pass for storing food for winter. Once the scope of activities is restricted, there will undoubtedly be a lot of losses, and the harsh winter will become very difficult.

However, this slightly harsh ban has not encountered any resistance in its implementation.

Because Gaoshanbao subsidized them a lot of jerky that looked weird but tasted delicious. The natives don't mind the source of the meat at all, as long as they can fill their stomachs and not kill people.

The carrot was stuffed in one hand, and the big stick in the other hand did not fall.

Not only were the centaurs led the hounds to expand their patrol range, but even the vassal militiamen dangled around on a big black spider all day long.

This is of course the "Ghost Warlord" that Elizabeth helped to tame - the Lord of the Alpine Fort finally had to admit in private that this name is more domineering,

With limited load, lack of stamina, lack of spirituality, and poor impact power, although it has a bit of melee combat ability, it is nothing but a joke to the powerful Alpine Fortress fighters.

This kind of crappy mount, the regular army of the Ripper completely despises it, and even despises it for transportation.

But it doesn't matter, the east is not bright, the west is bright. The Nether Warlord has now become a standard mount for militiamen and sheriffs, and is well received.

Most of them came from cowardly vassal races. Having the opportunity to ride such a majestic guy, they were so excited that several of them fainted on the spot.

All the shortcomings of the Nether Warriors are not shortcomings for them-although the load is limited, it is still enough to carry the thin militiamen; the lack of endurance and weak impact are not shortcomings for patrolling, and the dull mind is suitable for the same dull master.

Although the Nether Warlord's offensive ability is a dish for the soldiers, it is a powerful helper for the militia, after all, they are not even a dish for themselves.

In addition, they can eat only jerky spider meat, so there is no financial pressure—due to the huge output, jerky spider meat is currently the cheapest food in Gaoshanbao, even soybean meal and pasture are ranked first.

The patrolling vassal militiamen riding ferocious spiders soon became a scene of Gaoshanbao, but due to the recent martial law, outsiders rarely have the opportunity to see it.

Soon after, billows of black smoke began to billow from the completed smelter, swallowing truckloads of spider silk sacs and iron ore.

Only the iron giant can easily manipulate such a behemoth that can produce several tons of steel at one time.

Chief Saitos went back to the Twilight Forest and gathered more than 40 clansmen. A total of 60 iron giants were divided into three shifts to work day and night. The efficiency can only be described as appalling.

What really makes people scratch their heads is the wind-milled mountain copper powder. The progress has been very stable from the beginning, and it has stabilized at a very desperately low level.

The thing itself is too tough, and the extreme heat and cold cycles can make it a little bit brittle, just a little bit. The lord has inspected it on the spot, and this process is fully qualified to be called a black hole of working hours.

The most manpower is invested, and the least output is obtained. There is no good way except killing time, so I have to comfort myself to work slowly and carefully.

However, no matter how unsatisfactory the overall progress is, the first batch of materials will soon enter the final forging process.

The King of Iron used to be the best blacksmith in the entire continent, bar none. But now, even Chief Saitos himself has to admit that in terms of metal processing technology and forging techniques, he has been far behind by the dwarf blacksmith and the centaur Busmi.

For thousands of years after the Titans left, the intelligent beings in the other world have not been idle. They have used their wisdom and brains to explore and refine their crafts and techniques bit by bit.

At the same time, the iron giants lived in the Twilight Forest, and hardly had any opportunities to practice.

Sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat. The simple truth is fully reflected at this moment.

The times are developing, and most races can use this to get a better life. But for the iron giant who was abandoned by the times, it was undoubtedly particularly cruel.

This is not their fault, but the consequences will be borne by themselves. It's unfair, but that's the reality.

"Chief, will you be sad?" Li Cha thought it might not be so easy to accept.

The more you are like the Iron Giant, who once led the coquettish trend of the times, the more confident and arrogant you are in your professional field, how can you accept the fact that you are lagging behind?

"Sad? If the level of the world on the other side stagnates, I will be really sad." Saitos wiped off the black stains from the charcoal fire, and grinned to reveal two rows of big white teeth. "For true craftsmen, it is always happy to have new things to learn."

"If one day I start to envy the talents of my juniors, it may be that my blacksmith heart is beginning to age."

"Master style, absolute master style!" Li Cha gave a thumbs up and laughed.

In the end, a batch of trial works completed the final quenching, polishing, and were equipped with hemp rope handles and fish skin sheaths, and presented them to the lord.

Looking at the finished product, Li Cha intuitively felt why this thing is called magic pattern steel - because there are really clouds and mist-like black patterns on the surface, arranged densely and integrally, and the appearance is very pleasing to the eye.

At first glance, it looks very similar to the cloud patterns commonly seen on high-end weapons, but when you look closely, it seems to be different, appearing deeper and more restrained.

"You know, the reason why the blacksmiths first pursued forging moiré was the imitation of magic-weave steel." Chief Saitos took a sip of ale and said, "Although it is an excellent craft, it is still incomparable with real magic-weave steel."

"It's such a beautiful guy." Li Cha picked up one casually.

It is a heavy-duty two-handed scimitar specially designed for Shire warriors, with one blade and two blades, and a handle with one blade.

Due to the amazing bravery of the Shire warriors, the back of the sword was deliberately thickened, and the overall weight reached the illustrious figure of seventy-five pounds.

The design has also been deliberately adjusted, with the center of gravity more forward, so it is more conducive to chopping. With the strength of a Shire warrior, with this kind of weapon, even a hard hit can easily smash ordinary plate armor into scrap iron.