"[Ordinary iron-making blast furnace]: This is an ordinary iron-making blast furnace, which is enough to cope with small-scale iron-making tasks, but the comprehensive utilization rate is not high."

Due to the low conditions, the iron-making blast furnace in Tomorrowtown naturally cannot be as sophisticated as a modern blast furnace.

After Allen's appraisal and confirmation that it could make iron, he immediately ordered someone to turn on the steam engine and pull the minecart onto the blast furnace.

"Pull the mine, open the steam engine, and all of them take action!"

"Yes, Lord Allen!" The orcs couldn't wait any longer, so they all ran back to their jobs and started the ironmaking business of Tomorrowtown.

Able couldn't help but be excited, returned to the blast room under the blast furnace, and instructed the slaves to operate the steam engine, move the high temperature of the previous few days into coking coal, and start to heat the blast furnace and the steam engine.

Boom, the air whistle of the steam engine sounded, and due to the addition of a full-process centrifugal governor, pressure gauge, throttle valve, etc., the work of the steam engine became stable and became more humane.

Able took care of this steam engine like a beauty, it was equipped with the latest technological changes brought by Allen, and the blower moved violently, sending outside air into the blast furnace at a speed that could not be done by man.

A monstrous fire soon ignited in the blast furnace, and the red light reflected on the face.

On top of the blast furnace, iron ore and coke have entered the market, and the entire blast furnace has entered the high-temperature testing ground.

The hot air gradually rises to 1,000 to 1,300 degrees, and the coke of the charge burns vigorously in front of the tuyere, producing high temperatures and reducing gases.

The black iron ore is so red that the molten drips to form molten iron, and some of the slag collects in the furnace and continues to undergo various chemical reactions.

The coking coal releases a large amount of energy in the blast furnace, and the hot gas gradually rises, transferring the energy to the charge, and the temperature rises and falls, and finally leaves through another refractory masonry channel at the top of the furnace.

There is unburned pulverized coal in these high-temperature gases, and Allen is not worth giving up, so he simply directs the gas to another building and uses it as a raw material for sintering.

As the iron-making blast furnace continued to burn, the high-temperature molten iron rolled out from the specific outlet, and the red and bright fire reflected the entire iron-making plant, and all the orcs held their breath, seeing so many high-temperature molten iron running in front of them for the first time.

They are like a small fire dragon, which is injected into a larger mold pool along the trough channel, and then merges into another pool along the small channel after it is filled, and all the way to the sky, and the white gas rises to the sky.

"It's spectacular." Rao is Abel, who has been refining for more than ten years, can't help but marvel at the power of blast furnace ironmaking.

Look at the molten iron, which flows out of the blast furnace in a steady stream, and the fiery red liquid rushes like a river, showing him the most beautiful industrial scenery of nature.

Among the orcs, Hood, a priest who had always worshipped nature, was also excited.

"Lord Allen is moving closer to God again, and his power is getting more and more terrifying." Hood was both scared and excited.

The priest of Fox Village was also inside, and he was reluctant to come to the ironworks, but he heard Hood say that it was an intuitive manifestation of mastering the power of the fire god, and Alan would also go to see it, so the fox priest came half hesitantly.

After coming, the fox priest was indeed shocked, the monster of the steam engine produced a huge force stronger than dozens of orcs, and the red river, which was not emitting white smoke every moment, producing heat waves.

Even if he was a hundred meters away, the fox priest felt that his body was very hot, and the palms and backs of his hands were full of sweat, which was heated, and it was definitely not a psychological effect!

Of course, the temperature of the southern summer weather cannot be ruled out, but the fox priest prefers to believe that this is the power of the ironworks.

"It's terrifying, it's a miracle left by the god of fire." The fox priest's body was cold, and the flow of liquid molten iron had shattered his spiritual belief in nature worship compared to those invisible musket weapons.

Maybe only humans can be favored like that, and he can't, he's just a hypocritical fox people.

The fox priest's waist unconsciously bent down, and he was dozens of years old in an instant, and he was stunned there, even if a fox villager greeted him, he didn't hear it.