"It seems that we need to take a trip to the dark elves." Thinking that these assassinations are all related to the dark elves, I feel a little strange. You must take a trip after finishing all these things. Anyway, I don't have anything important now.
"It's noon so soon!" I looked up at the sky, and a round of tomorrow was hanging high in the middle. Exudes a fiery light. "Let's go, let's have a delicious lunch together, and then take a shower to wash away all the blood on my body. It's really uncomfortable to stick to my body."
"Then what should he do?" Jerry was covered with blood splashing all over his body. The double-edged axe in one hand was still dripping with blood, and the other was pointing at the dead dark elf corpse, which looked like it was. A Shura who came out of hell. "Easy to handle!" I snapped my fingers, and the mausoleum on my shoulders said: "I swear, this is definitely the last time!" After that, I went down on fire and burned the dark elf into fly ashes. As soon as the wind blew, it disappeared without a trace. If it weren't for the blood stains on the walls on both sides of the alley, it would be difficult for ordinary people to find that there was a fierce battle here!
"Do you have any arrangements for the afternoon?" I asked Xiang Jerry and the others as I walked to the hotel with Lingguang. "Sleep!" Firenze said coolly. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Let me see. I'm going to the Countess Stan's house later. Oops, I'm going to see my beloved baby in the afternoon. Well at night... Uh, let me see." I knew that it was the voice of that guy Riddle. "You go now!" Firenze pushed Riddle, motioning for him to disappear quickly. "Oh, how can this be? Look at what I am now, how can I go?" A brand-new armor is now pitted, and the exquisite knight's sword is a bunch of cracks. Seeing his embarrassed look, we laughed. "I plan to figure out how to use this axe in the afternoon to save energy. For me, Yang's fighter, this is too important!" Jerry cherished the double-edged axe in his hand and said.
"Lawrence, how about you?" It looks like everyone has arrangements! I'm really worried, what should I do this afternoon? "I, hehe, boss, I plan to do it this afternoon. It's not good to always look at the drawings after all!" Yes, I didn't mean to teach Lawrence how to forge. It just so happens that I have something to do this afternoon. "Come on, Lawrence, I'm fine this afternoon. Let's go find a blacksmith's shop together, and I will teach you some techniques for ironing."
After a hasty lunch, Riddle rushed out of the hotel. Jerry wiped his mouth and walked to the backyard. Firenze got up and went back to the room, leaving only Lawrence and I. Lawrence couldn't wait to take me straight to the nearest blacksmith shop. The boss saw a dwarf master walk in and hurriedly gave up his seat. Lawrence didn't gossiping either. Just leave a sentence: "This afternoon you make a sample, I will use your forging room and materials for the afternoon, and the reward is 5 weapons I made by myself!" When the boss heard this, he was so happy that he almost didn't raise his eyebrows to the sky: this Good things can fall to me? 5. How much money do I have to make a weapon forged by the master! When the boss thought of this, he said hurriedly: "You use yours, master, I will close the door!" After he said that, he rushed out.
When I came to the forging room, I didn't talk nonsense, and picked up a pile of ordinary iron ore from the storage room on the side. After collecting it, I threw one of the iron ore in my hand to Lawrence: "First remove the miscellaneous, then refine it!" Lawrence looked at the iron ore in my hand a little dumb: Although he had just grown up, there was no one he had dealt with before. Not the best ore. Which mithril pulls, charcoal pulls and the like, and again, a little bit of ore that can bless various special effects. For example, those wind and spirit stones. How long has it been since I have not touched the basic ore that can no longer be basic in my hand, the boss asked himself to use this to refine
Although Lawrence felt a little unacceptable, he still followed his instructions. After a while, an irregular piece of iron ore the size of an adult fist came out. Looking at the ore that was nearly a circle thinner than before, I still wrinkled. He frowned: "Unqualified! Reprocess! Impurities haven't come out." "This is impossible!" Lawrence, who was expecting my praise, felt a little weird when he heard me say this. For this kind of basic ore, it's an exaggeration, you will refine this ore if you don't go. Actually unqualified! Lawrence felt that he couldn't bear it.
I looked up from the ore pile and saw Lawrence's complicated face. I sighed: once a person is denied by others about what he is best at, he will react somewhat.
I picked up the ore that Lawrence had gone to miscellaneous: "I see it clearly! I only do it once." I threw the rough ore into the smelting furnace again, and after it turned into water, it cooled again. I took it out, put it on the chopping board and beat it over and over again. After a while, I threw it back into the melting furnace and continued to melt. Doing it over and over again a dozen times before stopping. I took out the re-forged ore blank, but the size was nearly half smaller than the one previously refined by Lawrence.
"See it clearly?" I asked Lawrence, raising the rough ore in my hand.
"See it clearly!" Lawrence was already surprised and speechless: It turns out that the ore can be purified in this way.
"As long as the temperature can rise to about 1000 degrees Celsius, the iron ions in the iron ore will be reduced to metallic iron at this time, and the gangue will become slag. This must be squeezed out by forging as I did just now. Iron ore is being forged. Because it is loose and porous, I called it sponge iron. The sponge iron after forging to remove the slag is a carbon alloy with low carbon content and soft texture. The carbon alloy can be forged repeatedly by heating with carbon fire. The forging material you need. It's like this!" I raised the carbon alloy in my hand. Explained to Jerry.
"Oh! I understand. That means this thing can be built now, right?" Lawrence wiped the carbon alloy I handed him curiously. "Well, of course. You can refine some other iron ore, and then you can make it, let me see how your crafting technology is!"
I have to say that Lawrence is really talented in forging. In no time, five refined carbon alloys were placed in front of me. "Not bad!" I praised, and then motioned Lawrence to create a big knife first. Lawrence nodded. Now he is completely convinced by me and doesn't wait for me to introduce the main points to him. A bright big knife began to take shape in Lawrence's hands. Watching him beating meticulously, flipping. I can't help being a little speechless: the forging craftsmanship in this world is too outdated!
I took the knife that Lawrence had built, turned it around and looked around, and then asked him, "You built it?" Lawrence nodded. "Did you know Lawrence, it is qualified as an ornament, even excellent, but let it be a weapon. It fails!" I squeezed the ends of the knife. Bend gently. With a sharp sound of "bang", the knife broke apart in the middle. "It's too brittle, too soft, the basic hardness and flexibility of a weapon. Tell me, what is it?"
"This..." Lawrence looked at the broken knife in my hand and was silent.
"I made this. See how it is different from what you made!" I took out the saber from my waist and handed it to Lawrence. Lawrence stretched out his hand to take it, and first tried to bend the knife like me, but he found that even with no amount of force, the weapon in his hand was still extremely rigid and there was no trace of crease. This alone was enough to make Lawrence ashamed. But Lawrence did not give up on taking out a piece of iron ore. Use a knife to slash and go down. The iron ore became two pieces.
Lawrence handed the knife back to me silently. "Do you understand?" I asked.
"Boss. Teach me!" After a while, Lawrence raised his head and looked at me with shining eyes.