How big is the dragon?

Fred Alexander did not give a definite answer, and he only listened to the descriptions of his grandfather, Fred Rupert, who had also heard from the troubadours that had been passed down from generation to generation.

As for how did the troubadour know?

No one can come up with a clear answer to this point.

According to Alexander's description, the dragon, standing with its neck bent, like a mountain hundreds of meters high, its eyes as sharp as a sword, its momentum as suffocating as the deep sea, its voice trembling like thunder, and its wings waving lightly, can generate hundreds of tornadoes in an instant.

It descended on the world like a natural disaster, announcing to the world with a dragon chant that it would be the lord of this Zephyr continent.

With its brutal strength and terrifying dragon might, it occupied the land that should have belonged to the Celestial Clan for five hundred years, and in order to better control this land, it issued a 'magic ban order', and made a monarch to guard the realm of light, and also created two huge prosthetic eyes to monitor the Celestial Clan, and it wants to be the king for eternity.

Five hundred years later, seven young men of the Celestial Clan were born, and the seven of them were born with visions from heaven, and the high priest of the Celestial Clan prophesied that the seven of them were the people of the Mandate of Heaven and would bear the fate of the Celestial Clan.

The seven heroes rose to prominence as teenagers, standing at the pinnacle of mecha golem technology in their teens, and working together to create an invincible mecha golem in their thirties.

The mecha golem is as tall as a dragon, its giant hands can easily crush boulders, and the earth trembles with every step.

The mecha golem fought the dragon for seven days and seven nights, and eventually, unable to repair it in time, the dragon destroyed it and killed its maker, the Seven Heroes.

However, the sacrifice of the Seven Heroes and the Mecha Golem was not in vain, and they inflicted heavy losses on the dragon.

Taking advantage of the dragon's serious injury, the Celestials used the technology of the Seven Gods of War as a template to create countless super weapons and tens of thousands of small mecha puppets, thus setting off a huge wave of mechanical revolution.

Eventually, the tyranny was overthrown, and the dragon got its rightful end.

Peace returns to the Celestials once again.

After listening to Master Dewey's statement, I was silent for a long time.

Although troubadours may be sung with personal feelings and even exaggerated, they do not hide the facts and truths.

They will compile what they have heard and seen into poems, and give them to their successors, or the next generation, who will continue to sing them.

If this troubadour system has not changed its troubadours because of bribery, then I believe that the history he sings must be true.

If it's true......

"It turns out that technology can really reach such a high level!" I exclaimed.

"Technology is the same as manpower, and when it is not endless, it is only that human beings are created by the God of Creation, and directly receive the divine grace of the God of Creation, that is, the power of talent and transformation, will it appear that human power is more superior than technology" Master Dewey sighed, and then lifted up a little spirit, and continued: "Since the God of Creation is unwilling to send God to technology, then we will develop the power of science and technology with our own hands......"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, he looked up at me, and said with a red face: "Isn't this feeling getting closer and closer to the God of Creation?" ”

I was dumbfounded.

Master Dewey coughed and explained, "I mean, does this sense of accomplishment from developing the power of science and technology with our own hands feel as if we are the gods of creation?" ”

After listening to his words, I was speechless for a long time before finally squeezing out a few words: "About this...... I don't know very well. ”

"It's okay if you don't know," Master Dewey said, "When you get tired of being an adventurer, you can try to become a scientist, and then you'll understand what I mean." ”

Catching eye into his expectant gaze, I smiled wryly and nodded.

Become a scientist?

I'm afraid I won't be able to do it in this life.

At least, not until I pick up my book and promise not to doze off.

After the meal, Master Dewey carefully looked through the design drawings of the faucet cannon and the drawings of the delicate parts, and seriously inquired about some of the top forging masters, and determined that with the current level of forging, it was impossible to manufacture similar exquisite parts.

Then he looked at the meteorite I had brought.

Speaking of which, this piece of meteorite was originally handed over to Old Patch and others to build, but before they could build it, they suddenly received a batch of urgent orders from the Iron Wolf Guild, saying that they wanted to build a batch of medium-grade stainless steel knight swords.

After asking, I learned that the Iron Wolf Guild has recently expanded a team, mainly composed of warrior adventurers, with an average strength of about level seven.

I was a little unhappy when I heard this, why should the equipment of your expansion squad be forged by the blacksmiths of the new Valor Guild?

Don't think that you will grow into my eldest brother and you will be able to do whatever you want!

Without further ado, I found the Iron Wolf Guild President's office and prepared to make a big fuss.

However, Fergus Illidan, who had a calm face, scolded me back with just one sentence: "They are ostensibly adventurers of the Iron Wolf Guild, but in fact, they are all newly elected reserve members of the city protection brigade. ”

In an instant I was sluggish.

Well, I admit that it was my responsibility that half of the members of the Protectorate were executed.

Since we can't afford to mess with it, let's be honest.

I slipped back to the New Valor Guild and ordered the meteorite to be brought back to the villa.

After that, it became clear that in order to forge a meteorite weapon for Phoenix, Cagalli, and little Remy, I resolutely decided to bring the meteorite back to Castle Vechie, where Master Dewey personally ordered someone to forge it.

Standing in front of the meteoric iron, Master Dewey reached out and touched its smooth surface a few times, nodded and said, "This is a good piece of meteoric iron, enough to build the three weapons you mentioned, and you have no other ideas other than those three?" ”

I frowned and thought about it, shook my head and said, "Probably...... Without. ”

Master Dewey smiled: "If anyone does business with you, they will definitely make a lot of money." ”

He pointed to the meteoric iron, gestured a few times, and said: "I'll tell you, to build a war hammer, you need such a big piece, to create a pair of gauntlets, you need to be so big, to build a dagger, you only need this point, these are all added together, and less than half of the meteorite iron is used......"

"That'...... What about that? I scratched my hair, a little distressed, and said, "To be honest, I really didn't think about what the rest of the meteorite was going to be used for. ”

"Okay then" Master Dewey said: "Since you haven't thought about it, I won't force you, I will help you save the excess meteorite, and when you need it, you can ask me directly." ”

I thought about it and felt that this idea was still a bit troublesome, so I generously said: "Actually, you can also apply it to scientific research, and consider it as my contribution." ”

After hearing this, Master Dewey refused with a smile: "I would like to, but there are many kinds of meteoric iron, and yours is only suitable for forging weapons." ”

(End of chapter)