When the warm breeze of autumn and October brought the smell of maturity, on the banks of the Angry Waves and in the lower reaches of the hills, they began to secretly build several smelting furnaces of unusual size.

These furnaces are almost as tall as the castle they were designed for, and the construction requires a huge amount of manpower and material resources. As a result, almost all of the adult male lords of the castle were recruited to devote themselves to this vast project.

Six-wheeled, two-wheeled horse-drawn wagons flowed along makeshift roads, bringing mountains of building materials. With a little estimate, you know that the gold coins spent must be an astronomical amount.

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

Within a radius of tens of miles, the natives had received orders from the King of the Wilderness, asking them not to approach even a single step in the direction of the mountain fort without permission.

It is now early autumn, when the fruit is ripening and the prey is beginning to plump, which is an important gateway to stocking up on food for the winter. Once the range of activities is restricted, there will undoubtedly be a lot of losses, and the cold winter will become difficult.

But this slightly harsh ban has not met with any resistance to its implementation.

Because Takayama Castle subsidized them with a lot of jerky that looked weird but tasted good in their mouths. The natives don't mind the source of the meat at all, they just can't eat the dead if they can fill their stomachs anyway.

I stuffed a carrot in one hand, and the stick in the other hand didn't fall.

Not only did the centaurs lead the hounds to expand their patrols, but even the vassal militia rode a large black spider around all day.

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

Limited weight, lack of stamina, lack of spirituality, and sparse impact, while a bit of melee combat, are nothing more than a joke to the mighty Alpine Fort warriors.

This kind of crappy mount, the regular army of the ripper completely looks down on it, and even the substitutes dislike it.

But it doesn't matter, the East is not bright and the West is bright. Nether Warlords are now standard mounts for militia and sheriffs, and are well received.

Most of them came from a cowardly vassal race, and the opportunity to ride such a majestic big guy was so excited that several of them fainted on the spot.

All the shortcomings of the Nether Warlord were not disadvantages to them - they had enough weight to carry a thin militia, and their lack of stamina and impact were not disadvantages for patrolling, and a dull mind suited an equally dull master.

While Nether Warlords' offensive abilities are a dish for the warriors, they are a powerful helper for the militia, who are not even a dish of their own.

In addition, they can eat only spider jerky, so there is no financial pressure - because the production is so huge, spider meat is currently the cheapest food in the mountain fort, even soybean meal and pasture are at the front.

The patrolling vassal militia riding monstrous spiders soon became a sight to behold the mountain fort, but due to the recent martial law, outsiders rarely had the opportunity to see it.

Soon after, the finished furnace began billowing black smoke, devouring truckloads of spider silk sacs and iron ore.

Only the Iron Giant, with its own block, can easily manipulate this behemoth, which can produce tons of steel at once.

Chief Setos returned to the Great Forest of Twilight and gathered more than forty clansmen, a total of sixty iron giants divided into three shifts to work day and night, and the efficiency can only be described as appalling.

What really makes people scratch their heads is the wind-milled mountain copper powder, which has been very steady from the start, stable at a very low level.

The texture of the thing itself is too tough, and extreme hot and cold cycles can make it a little brittle, but only slightly. The lord has inspected the site, and this process is fully qualified to be called a black hole of working hours.

With the most manpower, the least output is obtained. There is no good way except to grind time, so I have to comfort myself for slow work and careful work.

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

Once the Iron King was the best blacksmith on the entire continent, there was no one. But now, even Chief Setos himself has to admit that in terms of metal processing technology and forging techniques, he has been left far behind by the dwarven blacksmith and the centaur Busmi.

In the long years since the Titans left, the intelligent beings of the other world have not been idle, they have used their wisdom and minds to explore and refine their crafts and techniques little by little.

At the same time, the Iron Giants live in the Great Twilight Forest, and have hardly ever been given a chance to practice.

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

Times are evolving, and most races can get a better life through it. But for the iron giants who were abandoned by the times, it is undoubtedly particularly cruel.

It's not their fault, but they're going to have to bear the consequences. It's unfair, but that's the reality.

"Will you be upset, Chief?" Richard thought it might not be so easy to accept.

The more like the Iron Giant, the more coquettish the trendsetter he once led the times, the more confident and arrogant he is in his professional field, how can he accept the fact that he is lagging behind?

"I'm really sad if the level of the world on the other side stagnates. Setos wiped the black stains that had been smoked by the charcoal fire and grinned to reveal two rows of large white teeth, "For a true craftsman, it is always a blessing to have something new to learn." ”

"If one day I start to envy the talents of my juniors, it may be that my blacksmith heart is starting to grow old. ”

"Master Fan'er, absolute master Fan'er!" Richard gave a thumbs up and laughed.

In the end, a batch of prototypes were first quenched, polished, and presented to the lord with hemp rope handles and fish skin sheaths.

Richard looked at the finished product and intuitively felt why this thing was called magic pattern steel—because there were really clouds of black patterns on the surface, densely arranged and integral, and the appearance was very pleasing to the eye.

At first glance, it looks very similar to the moire patterns commonly found on high-grade weapons today, but when you look closely, it seems to be different, and it looks deeper and more restrained.

"You know, the reason why blacksmiths originally pursued forging moire was because of the imitation of magic pattern steel? Chief Setos took a sip of ale and said, "Although it's a great workmanship, it's not quite as good as real demonic steel. ”

"What a beautiful guy. Richard picked one up.

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

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

The design has also been deliberately adjusted to have a higher center of gravity, so it is more conducive to chopping. With the strength of the Shire warriors, with this kind of murder weapon, even if it is a hard smash, it can easily smash ordinary plate armor into scrap metal.