Speaking of his love gun, Arnold had a pride on his face that could not be concealed, and patted his old buddy and said: "This gun is called the Elven Blood Thorn, which is considered an ancient relic, produced in the period of the Elf Empire, thousands of years, after countless masters, it is still sharp, and it is undiminished in the world, but it is difficult to find the second handle, and their forging process has long been lost in the long river of history."

It has been passed down for four generations in our Strachrich family, and it has already discovered its unique advantages in horse warfare, but it does not have the imitation of the popular type, ordinary hardwood lacks sufficient hardness, and the hardness is enough to make of steel, but it lacks toughness, and the weight is too terrifying, even if it is knight-level, there is no way to dance for a long time.

The biggest advantage of this spear is that it is full of agility, soft and rigid, and when it is soft, it can be bent into a bow, even if it is an Odin orc wearing heavy armor, it can easily pick them up with the help of inertia, and when it is strong, it is indestructible, and ordinary iron armor can also be penetrated. ”

Arnold said as he gestured.

The elven blood stabbed in his hand, bent into a large bow for a while, and stabbed hard, poking out large holes in the hard stone ground.

"Therefore, until now, the Broken Blood Cavalry is still based on the severed head sword, and if the lord wants to equip his lord's guard with spears, he must first solve the weapon problem. Arnold's smile was evidently sly cunning and smug.

The deal that Sean had just proposed to him included gunmanship.

He nodded his head in agreement almost without thinking about it, just because there were natural traps in it.

The forging of the spear!

If you don't have enough guns, the so-called learning of marksmanship is basically nonsense.

I promised you the conditions, but whether or not the conditions can be met is not my business.

"Everybody come with me. Sean didn't say anything to explain, nodding at Arnold, Dicron, and Daddy Locke, motioning for them to follow him.

After walking a few steps, he remembered something, turned to Arnold and said, "The general's health is fine, right?"

It was a typical wheel battle just now, and after a heads-up and scuffle, his physical strength had been squeezed out of the game I don't know how many times, and the magic sucking technique of the vampire shadow vine was not thrown at him less, and his spirit was tossed and sluggish.

"It's not a big deal. Arnold shrugged and said, "Compared to fighting on the prairie for seven days and seven nights, crazy rushing thousands of kilometers, this is nothing at all, just a little hungry, if you can eat a little, then it would be the best, this is most of the year in your northern fortress, afraid of being discovered, even if there is food, I don't dare to eat more, I don't know what it feels like to be full for a long time." ”

Listening to him, everyone realized that although Arnold was strong, it was purely a large skeleton, and the flesh on his face was obviously a little concave.

For champion knights with a super good appetite, this situation can only arise in one case, and that is chronic food shortage.

In other words, Arnold is not at his peak right now, and he has a hunger and weakness buff on his body.

Obviously, the life of rats in the northern fortress for most of the year is not easy.

"I've got a small bag of nuts here, so let's take the mat first!"

"I have a bag of peanuts here, and the general will take it and eat it first!"

"I've got a bag of jerky here!"

"I still have three big buns here!"

"I've got a few pies here!"

The barbarian soldiers of the mountain Kentana, led by Father Locke, generously donated money from themselves, and even took out a large amount of food, all kinds of snacks, staple foods, and so on.

Sean is not surprised, the mountain Kentana barbarians are famous for their big stomachs, large size, large daily consumption, natural appetite, more likely to be hungry, from the day they are born, they are afraid that the number of times they eat their stomachs is not much, especially in the face of the invasion of the Kentana barbarians, the life and hunting area is shrinking, and the food is more scarce.

Although the Eternal Night Army Leader supported some of their living materials, the Eternal Night Army Leader also belonged to the peak period of food consumption at that time, most of the food was imported from Sophia's hands, and they all lived tightly, how could they supply them in unlimited quantities, and there were naturally fewer opportunities to be full.

Now that they have joined the Eternal Night Army, they naturally can't be embarrassed in this area, regardless of whether the food is good or bad, it is necessary to be full!

They are like rats that have fallen into a rice tank, not to mention the sense of happiness, the low level of resistance is not only beyond Daddy Locke's imagination, but also a bit beyond Sean's, so far there has not been a case of conflict that broke out in the mountain Kentana barbarians who were dissatisfied with the resettlement life.

This situation must be because the preparation of the Eternal Night Army Leader has exceeded their expectations, naturally there is only satisfaction, there is no dissatisfaction, and the simpler the temperament, the easier it is to be satisfied.

It's just that they are afraid of poverty, and when they are full, they will pull it into their pockets, even if they know that they will not wait until they are hungry, and the next meal will be opened.

Now it comes in handy.

"Thank you! Thank you! This is good, this is good, I like your big buns here the most, but unfortunately I have never let go of the amount of food!" Arnold didn't dislike it, although those big buns didn't know how long they had been carried by them, they were all crushed and deformed, and they were sent to his mouth.

Those who are born in the military, especially those who have fought hard battles, usually do not have so many problems and exquisiteness, even if they originally had, an ultra-long-distance march can be worn out.

Arnold's gluttonous appearance, which does not refuse to come, is very close to the temper of the mountain Kentana barbarians, and they grinned one by one and showed a sincere smile.

In just ten minutes, Arnold swept the food in the hands of these mountain Kentana barbarian soldiers into his stomach, patted his belly without any bulging belly and said: "I finally feel that there is something in my stomach, it is no longer empty, lord, let's continue, there are these bottoms, enough to carry it for a day and a night." ”

"Come with me!" Sean nodded and took the lead to go down, he knew that Arnold was by no means bragging, but the physical fitness of the champion knight, which was indeed so terrifying.

Led by Sean, the group went straight to the Northern Fortress Arsenal.

They were fighting under the mage tower, and the arsenal was not affected at all, and it was still busy, even if the sun had already set in the west.

Since Sean led a group of masters in the arsenal to drum out the Perception Tower, the research here has completely fallen into a state of madness.

People need to rest, but the Tower of Perception doesn't!

Rotate 25 hours a day.

What 996, there is basically no such thing here.

The majority is 597.

I started work at 5 o'clock in the morning and got off work at 9 o'clock in the evening, seven days a week, and there was no rest at all.

If it weren't for their sleep time, they would have to go to the residential area, they would just be afraid that they would directly call the arsenal home, eat and live here.

It's not that Sean is a slave owner, crazy to squeeze and persecute them.

The situation is almost the opposite, Sean is afraid that they will be overworked and fall to their jobs, so that the Eternal Night Army Leader will lose the masters he has cultivated with great difficulty, and he always forces them to rest, strictly prohibiting them from working for more than twelve points in a row, and not allowing them to rotate day and night.

But if the supervision is not in place, they sneak into their research room and refuse to come out.

If you don't go crazy, you can't live.

It's basically their wave of people.

They were able to stand out from the crowd of the Eternal Night Army, and they were able to come to this level with the strength of this mad demon.

For them, the work of the arsenal is not only a job, but also their love.

Especially when they delve into something useful and new, the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction that money can not give them.

Of course, Sean never skimps on his rewards.

But these people, who really work for money, are very few.

As a result of this crazy work attitude, it only took them three months to thoroughly eat the undead bone armor, and it took another two months to come up with a highly feasible magic transformation plan, and they are now in the final stage of non-stop debugging.

Especially the lord's guard is formed in the near future, this kind of magic bone armor will enter a state of large-scale transformation and production, and the arsenal is tighter from top to bottom, regardless of Sean's emphasis on the ban on continuous rotation, several masters basically eat and live here, and their eyes are boiled like rabbits.

I heard that my lord was coming, and the entire arsenal was jumping with chickens and dogs.

is afraid that Sean will be held accountable in this regard, and he is afraid that he will officially place an order for the mass production of demon bone armor, which is somewhat almost hot.

"Lord Lord, why do you have time to come here?" Hearing the news, Master Bazel rushed out, and said with a smile, "We are not counting overtime now, but belonging to the shift system, and each worker is guaranteed to rest for more than eight hours normally. ”

Sean snorted, didn't puncture the lie of Master Bazel, now the entire Northern Fortress was under his nose, how many hours did these craftsmen sleep every day, could he count in his heart?

He hasn't taken the time to do it yet, and when he has time to build a health file for each of them to supervise their work and rest, he will see how they play tricks with him.

These masters sometimes work hard to make people feel distressed.

Sean is glad that the Eternal Night Army Leader has such a group of people, and with their existence, why shouldn't the Eternal Night Army Leader not prosper?

"Where's the master of Amos!" asked Sean, looking for the master of Amos who was the best at forging weapons in the arsenal.

"Master Amos, it's the night shift today, and it's not yet time for him to work, Lord Lord, wait a minute, I'll send someone to urge you!" Master Bazel replied hurriedly.

"No need. Sean shook his head and rejected the other party's proposal, "It's the same with you, is there still any stock of finished brass camphor wood for bowmaking, the kind that hasn't broken down into roots yet!"

"Yes, how can our arsenal be without that thing? Most of the ballistas I've developed recently use this. "Master Bazel knows it well.

His main direction of attack is equipment manufacturing, especially in siege equipment, when it comes to wood, that is definitely his old profession.

"General Arnold, could I borrow your spear? Sean tilted his head to Arnold.

"Please. Arnold generously handed over the elven blood thorn, he somewhat understood, Sean was ready to prove the feasibility of making a spear with practical actions, his strong curiosity was aroused, and his mood was full of complicated.

That is, I hope that Sean will fail, let him slap him in the face, suffer a dull loss, and hit his hateful appearance of always holding Zhizhu.

I also hope that Sean can surprise him and bring him a surprise, why don't he want to bring a lancer out, to be able to accompany him across the grassland, the severed head sword of the broken blood ride is domineering, but there is always less such a feeling.

Without waiting for Sean to speak, Master Bazel had already taken the initiative to reach out and take the elven blood thorn, just like caressing the skin of a lover, carefully stroking the pattern on it, and sincerely admired: "Good gun, the runes on this are not from the period of the Ancient Andes Empire, they should belong to the period of the Elven Empire, and they are very valuable for research. ”

Although Master Bazel is not a warlock, he has been in the Northern Fortress Arsenal for a long time, and he has a deep knowledge of basic runes and spell circuits, and he can see the subtleties of the elven blood thorn at a glance.

"There's no rush on this. Sean shook his head and said, "I want Master Bazel to make a replica of brass camphor wood in its shape, isn't it difficult?"

"It's so easy, please come with me and wait for me for an hour. Master Bazel led the group to his laboratory.

"You wait here!" Daddy Locke left the group of mountain Kentana barbarian soldiers who had been following them outside the Northern Fortress Arsenal.

These buildings are a little too narrow for them, and it is difficult for such a group of big men to turn around.

Any job, if done well enough and in an orderly manner, will have a pleasing feeling to the eye.

The same is true of the carpenter's craftsmanship of the master craftsmen of Bazel.

An arm-thick hard brass camphor wood is quickly disassembled, polished, and shaped.

In the process, Master Bazel also played tricks with the elven blood thorn.

One will take the tool to measure and weigh it.

After a while, the target was set up again, and Arnold was asked to use different postures and forces to perform a stabbing test.

At the last time, he put it on the tool rack and squeezed it hard, so that it became a bow, and the arc of pressure was so large that Arnold's eyelids jumped straight when he saw it, lest the other party get rid of it and fold his precious spear, but he handed it over too freely just now, and now he wants it back, isn't it a very shameless thing?

Fortunately, the elven blood thorn was strong enough, and this kind of tragedy did not occur.

After all the experiments are completed, a long brass camphor rod on the other side has been processed, the kind of polished and waxed.

The long brass camphor rod crafted by Master Bazel is not exactly the same as the elven bloodthorn.

The thickness of the elven blood thorn is very uniform, and the long brass camphor rod is thick at one end and thin at the end, although it is not very obvious, but it does exist.

As a result, the tail of the long rod of brass camphor is thicker than the elven blood thorn, and the head is thinner than it.

In addition, in terms of length, the long rod of brass camphor obviously grows nearly one-third.

Before Sean could ask, Master Bazel had already explained: "Lord Lord, I have just verified the accurate data of this weapon, the mystery of this weapon is not only the material, but also inseparable from the spell circuit above, and it is preliminarily speculated that there are at least two major spell circuits on it, Solid and Sharp, but these spell circuits are a little different from ours.

Our spell circuit is mainly actively activated, but the spell loop on it seems to have passive characteristics, no external force, and it will continue to exist forever, which is more valuable for research.

The lord chose very right, brass camphor wood itself has this characteristic, whether it is toughness or sturdy, but in terms of texture, brass camphor wood is slightly inferior, it seems a little light, but there are also benefits, under the same weight, it can be made longer.

This spear is also very interesting, the weight is about the same as wood, there is no similar metal in our territory, if you use steel to grab the point, the weight must be very heavy, so, I made a little change to it as a whole, you can see that after loading it on the tip, it can be balanced. ”

Master Bazel wrapped the wire around the thinner end of the brass camphor rod, which was regarded as a substitute for grabbing the point, and threw it to General Arnold with his backhand: "General try it, see how it feels, how does it compare with your original spear?"

In the face of Master Bazel's analysis, Sean only nodded frequently, not to mention others, who were already dumbfounded.

Because they knew it all the time, they didn't say anything superfluous.

Sean only mentioned a brass camphor wood, and then asked Arnold to hand over the elven blood thorn to Master Bazel, and the rest was just watching, and he didn't say what he was going to do from beginning to end.

As if they had understood, Master Bazel took out what they wanted in minutes.

Is this the instinct of the master craftsman?