The design drawings drawn by the dwarf chieftain may seem like a mystery to outsiders, but they are priceless treasures in the eyes of Master Bronzebeard and the goblin Gallywix.
The gun body has almost perfect proportions, the handle is adjusted according to ergonomic calculations, and the functionality of the two guns also has extremely excellent performance.
In terms of material selection, Master Bronzebeard even took out his own treasured mineral, a type of ore that has been mined almost completely across the entire continent - Fragrant Flower Stone.
Although Fragrant Flower Stone has a beautiful name, in fact, Fragrant Flower Stone has extremely high scientific research value and collection value. It is a mineral variety that collectors dream of. In the market, it is a treasure that is hard to come by at a great price.
The black and white bedrock, the smooth and graceful serpentine lines, the white calcite accompanied by purple-red fluorite, and the jewel-like crystals dotted among them are very ornamental.
It is worth mentioning that this ore can be processed into excellent energy storage crystals by skilled craftsmen.
The goblin Gallywix contributed a lot of high-strength manganese steel that he used to build large siege weapons.
The most important feature of high-strength manganese steel is that it can quickly undergo work hardening on the surface under conditions of strong impact and extrusion, so that it still maintains good toughness and excellent wear resistance inside.
Manganese steel is the perfect material for making gun barrels. If necessary, it can even be used as a melee weapon to hit people using the hardness of manganese steel.
In order to create the most perfect dual guns, the dwarf chief also paid out of his own pocket and mobilized a lot of gems from the dwarf warehouse.
These colorful gems are ground into powder and used to make potions that enchant magic circles.
To ensure that the enchanted circle does not disappear, these potions will be added to the finished manganese steel.
You have to know that the finished manganese steel is at a temperature of 800 degrees when it is just out of the furnace. It is not easy to carve an enchanted magic circle on the orange-red boiling steel.
The three men were shirtless, working hard in front of the furnace, one forging iron, one grinding, and one enchanting.
The moment ebony and white ivory officially appeared, it seemed as if time had stopped.
At the same time, phantoms of angels and demons appeared in the void above the furnace, as if symbolizing that the two guns had received recognition from heaven and hell.
Three top craftsmen completed this perfect work.
Just looking at the appearance, it has a very high artistic atmosphere.
The Ebony Muzzle is the demon's gaping mouth that will unleash the most deadly roar upon its enemies.
The ebony gun body was covered with charred rock like cooled lava, and the demon's pupils were inlaid with processed energy storage crystals that had been added with fire attribute magic arrays and turned red, just like Joet Brown's scarlet eyes.
On both sides of the white ivory hammer are a pair of angel wings, which are elegant and graceful.
The overall design looks like a vase in the hands of an angel, but with streamlined curves.
The mixture of white pearl powder and holy water creates a pale white coating on the surface of the manganese steel, and the enemy will examine their sins under its merciful but severe judgment.
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After waiting for Bronzebeard for a long time, Jobtran was so bored that he sat on the bench.
Looking at the people coming and going in front of him, Master Bronzebeard's stall has not received any customers.
Out of curiosity, Jobtran took out the soul scroll he bought from the demon merchant Shaks and played with it in his hands.
Most of the clauses on this scroll are currently left blank, but the overall format does not look that strict.
Jobtran picked up a feather pen and added hundreds of clauses that were beneficial to him to the contract. Only then did he stop making changes to the contract with satisfaction.
Knowing well that the devil likes to exploit loopholes in contracts, Joet Brown naturally wrote the terms of this contract in an extremely overbearing manner.
The Yama Sword on his back was suddenly unsheathed without Joet Brown noticing, and the blade pierced into the contract, without any follow-up action.
Jobtran was naturally startled, but after pulling out the Yama Sword and putting it back into the scabbard, he discovered that the word Yama had been added to the contract.
Without realizing it, Joet Brown had signed a contract with this long sword that had self-awareness.
The entire contract burned itself out after Joet Brown read it, turning into some useless ashes.
The shadow of Yama Knife appeared in his mind, humming in Joet Brown's mind, as if trying to communicate with Joet Brown.
Joet Brown calmed down and felt the thoughts coming from the Yama Sword.
His soul stretched out its hands and gently stroked the blade of the Yama Sword, but the Yama Sword spontaneously pierced the abdomen of Joet Brown's soul.
An intense but unspeakable pain suddenly spread from the soul to the body, but it was followed by a feeling of joy and comfort.
The ocean of negative energy in the soul sea began to churn, as if protesting the intrusion of the uninvited guest, Yama Sword.
When the pain was over, the black spots on Joet Brown's body had already reduced a lot, but Yama Knife sent a very clear thought, like the clear voice of a little boy.
"I can't eat anymore."
Apparently, the filth attached to the soul did not disappear out of thin air? Instead, the Yama Sword ate it up for its master, Joet Brown.
"Huh? You can talk?"
said Joe Butran in surprise.
"belch."
However, Yama Knife burped and withdrew from Joet Brown's abdomen, ignoring Joet Brown's advances.
"Seems like a cool guy."
Joet Brown couldn't help but laugh, then he withdrew from his sea of soul and returned his consciousness to reality.
After waiting for a long time for Master Bronzebeard to return, Jobtran became depressed again.
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Arnold, Heyman and Harvey found a small restaurant to sit down and prepare to discuss the next plan.
"Heyman? When are you planning on leaving?"
Arnold held a cup of tea and took a sip elegantly.
"Not so fast. Ever since Munihei's battle with that weird Cthulhu disciple, the power in his body has been stimulated and he hasn't yet fully controlled it.
These days, thanks to Xavi, I will gradually master it in every battle with Xavi, but to be honest, I still don’t have enough confidence. "
Harvey rolled his eyes at Harman, who still looked a little timid.
"Weren't you so angry that you were going to kill your blood enemy alone
Do you know now that rashly challenging a Duke-level vampire is like committing suicide?"
Arnold nodded slightly and put down the teacup in his hand.
“I suggest you practice more.
According to your past fighting style, the Duke's guards would discover your murderous intentions before you even get close.
Although mastering your own strength is a crucial thing now, if you really want to succeed in revenge, you must also learn the skills of assassination and concealment.
If the attack misses, he will immediately flee the scene.
If you fail, the Duke's wrath will cause the blood of innocent civilians to flow for thousands of miles."
"I will be very careful, don't worry about that.
But I am more worried about the recent social developments.”
Heyman answered with a worried look on his face.
"Yes, after the Iron Chancellor Bismarck left office, the entire country basically fell into the control of the Yellow Group...
Although they still seem to be in harmony, the countries are already competing secretly and have started an unprecedented military race.
To be honest, we old antiques who are good at close combat will be defeated by those long-range weapons after just a few rounds.
No wonder the director told us not to act rashly."
Harvey sighed and lowered his head dejectedly.
The news coming from outside became increasingly serious, as if the war was on the verge of breaking out.
The diplomatic negotiation table between countries has changed from hypocritical harmony to a tense war of words.
Each negotiator was eager to throw the new weapons developed by his own country on the table and show his biceps, a symbol of strength, to his neighboring countries.
The expansion of the army is ongoing, and many adult men have been conscripted into the army at a single order to become new reserve recruits.
More funds that should have been invested in people's livelihood are now concentrated on pre-training of the army, as well as large-scale production and research and development of weapons.
Everything is happening openly on the table, but the ignorant people are only concerned with whether the vegetable prices have increased or whether the aunt next door's little daughter has gotten married.
Truly wise people have already seen the haze that is covering the entire continent.
Harvey's words have already touched Arnold's heart.
Arnold shook his head slightly.
“It’s not our turn to manage it, but that doesn’t mean we can’t manage it.
By then, Arkham and Mordor will be the last paradise on the mysterious side.
When the earth cries and the sky weeps, we must ensure safety here."
"Lord Arnold, aren't you worried that there will be a large-scale fight between the Cthulhu Cult and the Yellow Group and other mysterious forces?"
Heyman asked simply.
Arnold smiled bitterly.
“A massive struggle is certain.
Resources are limited, but human desires are unlimited.
Only by robbing can we obtain more resources.
This is the trend of the times.
War has always been a product of human desires.
Maybe it won’t happen in the near future, but it will come eventually.
The mysterious forces believe in different gods and represent different positions.
This is the best inducement for war.”
These few short sentences contain heavy thoughts.
The three of them didn't know what to say for a moment.
They seemed to have seen the flames blazing across the sky and the red earth covering the ground, but they were powerless to stop it.
In front of the country, the power of an individual is so weak that it can even be vulnerable.
"Should we go collect more resources?"
Harvey thought for a moment and broke the silence.
“This is necessary to collect more resources for survival so that we can cope with possible disasters in the future.
But at the same time, you need to pay attention to maintaining public security in the cave.
Not everyone is qualified to step into this final pure land.
Anyone who trespasses will be killed on the spot.
Do you remember
Here, we can only be shadows surviving in the darkness."
Heyman and Harvey nodded heavily and said in unison,
“I remember.”
“When you have time, remember to go find the goblin merchant and ask him to bring back more supplies.
At the same time, we must remind him that he must not be greedy this time, otherwise he will not sell any weapons and weapons produced in the Demon Cave, and he must not make money from the war. "
Arnold explained earnestly.
"Goblins are greedy by nature. I hope he can listen to me..."
Heyman scratched his head and answered helplessly.
After talking till here, Arnold was about to get up to pay the bill and leave, but suddenly he felt a sharp breath coming from the cave where the dwarf chief was.
Although this breath only flashed by, it rushed straight into the sky.
In a way, it is an announcement to the world.
"Hey, a magic soldier appeared here."
Arnold's face changed immediately. He flew out of the magic cave and set up several magic arrays outside the cave to cover up his breath.
But there are still a few powerful people with extremely sharp senses who keep their eyes on this place from afar.
A streak of light as fast as a meteor flew out from Miskatonic University not far away. It was the figure of President Merlin.
He was now wearing funny cartoon pajamas and a clown-like nightcap on his head. He stayed high in the air calmly, meeting those gazes.
"Haha, this is my territory. You have come here uninvited. Why don't you send me a visiting card first?"
Merlin, who was wearing pajamas, burst out with a compelling aura, and loudly declared his sovereignty to the owners of those gazes in the void.
When some of them saw the great magician Merlin appear, they retreated consciously and withdrew their gazes.
The one that stayed was filled with greed and a hint of coercion.
“The treasures of nature and earth are obtained by those who are capable.
Even if you are the great wizard Merlin, aren't you overreaching?"
At the same time, a figure emerged from the ground.
It was an old man in a red robe.
He looks kind, but actually there is a hint of viciousness in his eyes.
"Oh, who was this distinguished guest? It turns out to be the priest of the Jishihui.
Why do you come to my little cemetery in a remote village instead of spreading the holy light and grace to the believers in the church
I see, there are no evil spirits here that need you to purify, right?"
Merlin had a false smile on his face, but secretly he tightly grasped the cane hidden in his sleeve.
"There are no evil spirits, but I see that church not far away seems to have some problems?"
The priest narrowed his eyes, pointed to the church next to the cemetery, and smiled grimly.
“Thanks to the grace of Saint Son Ye Su, when I was observing the sky tonight, I felt a sharp aura coming from here that was somewhat similar to holy light.
I have come here specially in the hope that the great magician Merlin will not restrict the actions of this priest. "
“Haha, I know everything about that church, so you don’t have to worry about it, Master Priest.
And that aura was just an experiment done by my old students. Please forgive me, Master Priest.
It's a rare visit from the priest, why not...
Come with me to taste the delicious food in our Miskatonic University cafeteria?"
The two seemed to be talking in a perfunctory manner, but their momentum was constantly increasing.
It seems that a big war is about to begin!