On the shores of Mecklenburgshire, where the sound of the waves was accompanied by the noise of the smelting base, all the slaves who had been eliminated from the castle were escorted here, and they were to be led by Orne to make weapons and armor for Arrod's army in this well-guarded iron-smelting base, and the slaves were divided into three groups, one group was escorted down the iron mines to collect iron ore, one group was responsible for digging clay and burning charcoal from the riverbank, and the last group was responsible for making furnaces and watching the fire.

"The sea breeze is strong today, and it is just right to smelt iron ore into iron as soon as possible." Dressed in a coarse linen top, he wore a round cake turban, and held an iron rod in his hand, and from time to time he walked up to the L-shaped furnace and stirred some of the fire inside, and he wore a pair of crystal sunglasses on his face, so that he would not hurt his eyes when watching the fire.

"Lord Orn, the iron smelted in this furnace is much better than anything I've seen before." Armor Master Newman followed behind Orn and said to Orn in admiration that when he was first kidnapped to this smelting base, he was inevitably dissatisfied with being a young man's subordinate, but he soon admired the young smelting master, his ability to smelt iron was much better than Newman's, no, what he refined could not even be called iron, it was something stronger than iron.

"Yes, high-quality iron can make the weapons and armor that Lord Count requires." Orn is a man who is dedicated to the study of fire and iron, he does not care about anything other than smelting, and he and his father used to fight alone, but here Arold provides him with everything he needs. It made him immersed in this kind of art without distraction.

"But if it's chain mail, you need more people to make the iron rings, otherwise you won't be able to weave them into the grandmother iron sweaters of those noble nobles, haluha." Newman smiled and patted Orn on the shoulder, jokingly saying, teasing the boring life that helps to adjust the smelting, but Orn just shrugged his shoulders, and he didn't have many humorous cells.

"This is the drawing given to us by the Earl, you can take a look." Orn stood up, from the hands of the attendants who followed him. Take down a roll of parchment. The attendants carried many of these parchments in their hands and under their arms, ready to hand them to Orn when he needed them.

"What is this?" Newman, the master armor maker, took the drawing, and he saw some patterns drawn on the drawing, which looked familiar to him. Seems to be something inside the helmet and armor. But it's all whole piece of plate armor.

"Lord Earl asks us to make and experiment with this armor as much as we can from now on." Orn was surprised when he first saw these things. Although the pattern is very rough, you only need to adjust it to see the rudimentary shape of the whole body plate armor.

"Only use this kind of plate armor that hangs on the outside of chain mail? Isn't that too heavy? Can the knights afford it? "Of course, Newman knew that the full-body plate armor could protect the user's body to the greatest extent, but with the iron smelting technique at this time, the plate armor was too heavy, and if the weight was reduced, it would not be enough to provide effective defense.

"I believe this is a vision of the Earl, but I have found that the iron in the recent furnace seems to be much lighter and stronger than the iron smelted by the original technique, so perhaps this design of the Earl is not impossible." Orn explained to Newman.

"But it's really hard to completely build such a whole suit of armor, tsk, how does the Earl's head grow, how do he have so many ideas in his head." Newman shook his head and said incredulously, although the knights would hang some armor pieces on the outside of the chain mail in order to protect the important parts of their bodies, but this kind of armor made entirely of iron pieces simply required more imagination and crafting ability.

"No way, who let this be the task given to us by Lord Earl, how to build a successful armor is a problem." Orn believed that a furnace made of clay and charcoal could make good iron, but the problem was how to turn the iron into the full-body armor in the blueprints.

"How about an impression?" Newman, the master armor maker, suggested to Orn that this was originally the method of forging a sword, making a pattern of a copper into a groove, then pouring hot molten iron from the tong pot into the impression to cool and form, and then the blacksmith repeatedly hammered it with the hammer in his hand to remove impurities and polish the blade.

"Give it a try." Orn can only try, Arold just proposes a direction for them, and how to make it can only be tried by this group of professional masters.

Orn and Newman immediately began to prepare, they selected a piece of high-quality iron, and then made the copper into a groove of armor, twelve slaves under their command sweated profusely, after a week of processing, the model was successful, but when they poured the hot red iron into the model and cooled it, they were very disappointed, the model was a rough armor that could not be rougher, and because of the temperature difference between the heating surface and the time when pouring into the model, As a result, the bubbles that form inside make some parts of the armor so weak that it cannot be worn on a warrior at all.

"Whew, that's not going to work." Newman was older than Orne, he sat on the ground sweating profusely, and the intensity of work and mental concentration made him unable to move even a finger at this time, and the scorching blacksmith room was a test of people's willpower and physical strength.

"What is wrong, I have to think again." Orn looked at the rough work in front of him, frowning and biting his thumb nail, a knee-jerk action he made when he was nervous.

"We've got to go eat, get some rest, and figure out how to build this damn armor." Even a master armor maker like Newman admired Orn's persistence, but he couldn't hold it anymore, he took off his greasy leather apron and wiped the sweat from his forehead, this smelting base has a special kitchen, in which well-ventilated kitchen, sitting in front of comfortable wooden chairs and wooden tables can enjoy the food brought by the servants.

"No, I'll let the servants bring the food here, and I'm going to keep thinking here." Orn said to Newman without raising his head.

"Okay, young man, let's pay attention to your body." Newman shook his head, but Orn's appearance reminded him of when he was an apprentice in the blacksmiths' guild, fascinated by iron and fire, working day and night under the supervision of the master blacksmith.

The kitchen of the smelting base is made of stone foundations and walls, the roof is made of wood and thatch, a rectangular building, and there are special servants who enter the kitchen to provide food for the soldiers, slaves and blacksmiths who enter it, of course, the food is divided into lower, middle and upper three, of course, the freshest and richest fruits and meat are of course for the blacksmiths, the medium food is overnight fruits and pickled fish for the soldiers to eat, and the inferior food is for the slaves, but although it is inferior food, But in the eyes of the slaves, it was heaven to be able to work here.

They don't have to worry about being attacked by robbers and wild beasts, they sleep in walled stockades, they don't have to worry about hunger, and their work is not very heavy, and God bless them to be able to find such a place in this day and age.

"What is this?" Newman gulped down the mead from a wooden cup and ate the cheese and fruit on the plate, but the kitchen servant brought a plate to him, and the plate was something Newman had never seen before, a red slice.

"The locals call them crayfish, and I heard that as long as they are boiled in water, they were sent by Lord Count Arold himself, and the cooking method was also taught by Lord Arold." The servant said to the master of armor in the smelting base, second only to the head of Orn.

"Oh?" Newman picked up the knife on the wooden table, stabbed it but the smooth armor on the surface of the lobster slipped away, and he said self-deprecatingly, "It seems that this little thing's armor is quite strong." ”

"Yes, you'll need to start through the cracks in their armor, the meat inside is said to be tender, but that's what the Earl has sent.

"You, what did you say?" Newman's face changed several times at the servant's words, and he picked up the lobster and looked carefully at the patches of barbed armor.

"I, did I say something wrong?" The servant thought that he had offended the master by saying something wrong, and if that was the case, he would most likely be sent to slavery to do the heavy work.

"No, that's great, that's right, I understand what the Earl means." Newman picked up the still juicy lobster, laughed and danced, hugged the servant and kissed him on the forehead, and then rushed out of the kitchen and towards the blacksmith's shop.

"Master Newman, what's wrong with you?" Orn was taken aback at the sight of a ruddy-faced Newman, a master who liked to joke occasionally, but was not a man of frantic and frivolous manners.

"Look at this." Newman walked up to Orn excitedly, poked the lobster in his hand almost at the tip of Orn's nose, and smashed his finger, the spikes on the lobster's armor had just pierced his finger.

"Oh, what, isn't this a lobster?" Orn looked closely at Newman's possession, and immediately recognized that he was the most prosperous southern city-state his father had ever been to compared to Newman, and that there were many of these delicious lobsters in the Mediterranean.

"That's right, if you take a closer look at its body, isn't this armor the answer we're looking for? Instead of making a whole suit of armor, we can make pieces of armor out of iron, and then connect them with leather straps, which is easier than weaving chain mail with iron rings, and the individual pieces of iron will be of superior quality. Newman pointed to the lobster's armor and explained to Orn that Orn was not stupid, he immediately understood that he had caught the lobster, and his mind was led to a dead end by the mode of full-body armor, and at this time, a little inspiration allowed the two masters to find a way to make full-body armor. (To be continued......)