Chapter 1090: Finding the Secret in the Sand Sea (12)

Segrade continued to methodically forge the weapon, beginning to burn the ingots of the blade's outer skin red and soften them, sticking to the inner core.

Keng, kneol, knot. The flattened outer steel ingot twists the threads and wraps around the inner core, wrapping very neatly and beautifully.

After the core of the sword was evenly wrapped in a red-hot iron ingot, it had become as thick as a giant rod, and could no longer be described as a "giant sword".

It's weird. The more Daddy Odin looked, the more puzzled he became. What the hell is this kid thinking. Did he really intend to forge a great rod instead of a sword? This huge and heavy weapon could only be lifted by a few people, and even fewer could be skillfully wielded. Is it really good to have a weapon that has been forged with such great painstaking efforts and will inevitably have no market, and that the investment will be very large, but it will face the fate of losing money?

"Alright meow!" Segrade shoved the huge "stick" wrapped in the skin into the furnace and burned it for a while, so that the inner and outer layers of the weapon fused together perfectly. After being taken out of the furnace, this thing has become an astonishingly large stick, and its quality and quantity alone look very terrifying.

Keng, kneol, knot. Segrade slammed the stick at the right time, striking its shape more perfectly, making its inner density more uniform and orderly.

Then, he quickly stuffed the giant stick into the dish of cold water and quenched it, and a muffled sound accompanied by white smoke came out of the plate, causing a fog to rise around him.

The weapon is basically formed. A waste-like, hard-to-use heavy weapon, basically formed.

Before the giant stick had completely cooled down, Segrade hurriedly asked, "What about the worm slurry that Bediwell left behind, give me a little meow!" Father Odin sneered, and untied a leather water bag from his belt, which contained not water, but golden golden, half-solidified jelly-like golden worm pulp.

Leaving aside the cooling of the giant stick, Segrade struggled to squeeze the worm pulp from the leather bag into a wooden plate, and poured the remaining moonstone powder into it, mixing it with the worm pulp. In a matter of moments, the mixture of insect slurry and moonstone powder took shape, glowing shimmering, viscous and transparent, like a peculiar clay.

"One last step, meow. Segrade placed the stick on the anvil and began to apply "clay" to it.

Another layer of skinning? Daddy Odin looked even more confused. How many layers does this leopard plan to wrap around the weapon to be enough? If it is wrapped like this, the weapon can really be used!?

The young leopard man was nimble with his hands and feet, and in an instant he evenly smeared the clay all over the giant stick. It's now thicker again, and it can't be described as bloated anymore. While the iron was hot, the young leopard man stuffed the huge stick with a good layer of clay into the stove and baked it, and after a few minutes, the clay was burned hard and turned into another layer of hazy glass.

By the time Segrade pulled the entire rod out of the furnace, it was already a huge crystal stick with a red glow on the inside and a thick crystal on the outside. The crystal layer reflects the red afterglow of the inner layer, and at the same time, it absorbs energy from the inner layer and emits its own moonlight shimmer, and the whole weapon has a strange beauty.

"Very well, you make a glass stick that only Hercules can use. Now it's time to put it in the water pan for one last quenching and let it take shape. Daddy Odin said with a sneer.

"No, that's it. Segrade smiled mysteriously: "Wait for it to cool down naturally." "It's a nuisance. The old man smiled disdainfully: "Isn't it just a stick, how long will it take to wait for it to cool down naturally?" Segrade looked at the red-hot glow in the giant stick and made a rough estimate. The giant stick wrapped in a layer of crystal conducts heat very poorly, and cools down unusually slowly.

"In three hours, we'll know if this weapon is a success. Segrade smiled wryly. Even he couldn't tell what was going on with this weapon. He has spent a lot of time and exhausted all kinds of valuable raw materials, what is the value of this giant stick made by instinct alone?

Father Odin looked silently at the heavy, thick stick wrapped in crystals. There seems to be some unknown physical, chemical, and photonic reaction going on inside the red body of the giant stick.

Is it an illusion? The giant stick feels a little smaller than it was originally made?

At the same time, in the depths of the Sahara Desert.

In the vast sea of sand, Bediwell's iron horsemen carried King Arthur, and under the instructions of the navigator, they soon joined up with the dragoons piloted by Tristan and Evan.

From a distance, the dragon rode very slowly, driven by the half-dragon young Ivan, while Tristan, the fish-man prince, had already gotten out of the car, holding two unexplained instruments in his hands, probing as he walked on the sand.

"Oh, you must be joking with me!" Bediwell grumbled as he looked closer.

It turns out that the so-called "metal detector" used by Tristan is not a high-tech thing, but two primitive L-shaped iron rods.

Tristan was hilariously holding the curved ends of the two iron rods in both hands and holding them to his chest, probing the underground water veins with them like the oldest ancients did.

This is so unscientific.

Looking at Tristan's serious expression, the werewolf almost spat out a mouthful of old blood: "It turns out that your Icelandic national treasure, the so-called ultra-accurate metal detector, turned out to be two stupid iron rods?! Oh my God, iron rods!--what kind of superstitious method of finding water is this?!" King Arthur behind Bediwell was silent, and seemed to be holding back laughter with all his might. As for who the Knight King laughed at, only he knew.

Tristan glared at Bediwell fiercely and said coldly, "You hillbilly knows a fart." This is one of the ancient artifacts handed down to the mermaids by the Sea King Clan since ancient times, and its shape is like this. The metal detectors of the same shape that have been circulated in later generations may all be fake, but these two detectors are indeed genuine and have the capabilities they should have. "Oh?" Bediwell looked at the Fish-Man Prince with distrust, "Then explain how it works?Why is the L-shaped iron able to detect water sources and metals tens of thousands of feet down?If it's a precision electronic instrument, forget it, but these are two stupid iron rods!" Tristan squinted, "Because this is an artifact made by an ultra-ancient civilization." Uh, the geomagnetic force?" "Puff ho ho said so well, I just don't believe it. The werewolf mercilessly mocked the merfolk prince: "And please, you, as a prince, actually took such an unscientific thing and personally searched for the so-called underground water veins - aren't you afraid of losing your identity?" "Because this artifact can only be used by those who have pure merfolk blood." Evan on the side couldn't help but reply: "I can't use it if I want to, I can only watch Tristan look for it here slowly." "And he's just wasting our time in Lang!" the werewolf glared at Tristan. At this time, King Arthur behind Bedeville laughed even harder, and he couldn't hold back the laughter.

The werewolf couldn't help but be angry: "Arthur, don't laugh - they're lazy, you have to do something to make these two guys serious!" Don't make a fuss, Bediville. King Arthur covered his mouth and laughed, even a little out of voice because he was laughing too hard.

But this answer sounded to the werewolf ears and was nothing more than the Knight King's irreresponsible tolerance of Tristan and Evan. This made the werewolf even more angry.

At this moment, the two L-shaped metal rods in Tristan's hands suddenly separated. The metal detector rod, which was originally pointed horizontally and straight ahead, branched out as if it were alive, as if it were reacting to something underground.

"Well, the direction of the water veins has changed. Tristan said indifferently, "Let me see (he turns around, adjusts his bearings)—this way!" After he adjusted his direction, the two metal rods closed again, and finally remained level, pointing forward. Of course, it was an endless sea of sand, and there was no trace of the oasis for a long distance from here.

"Don't lie, you definitely turned the metal rod with your fingers just now. Bediwell said suspiciously, "It's not the metal detector that tells us where to go, it's up to you, right? You don't know where to go, it's all about Lang wasting our time!" Tristan glared at Bediville dissatisfied, the chattering werewolf was sometimes really annoying: "So what do you want?" "I'll go back to the battleship first, get the real metal detector from the battleship, and use the power of science to find what we're looking for." Bediwell snorted, "This is a product of pseudoscience, you merfolk should keep it, and enjoy it for yourself!" "Whew!" The merfolk prince let out an irritated snort: "Well, if you don't like to spend time with us here, take your majesty back to rest first!" We found the oasis, and we will naturally call you to let you know!" "Tristan!" Ivan exclaimed, as if he wanted to fight the grievances.

"Alright, they won't be here to help anyway!" the Fish-Man Prince insisted on taking Bedeville away so that the werewolves would not continue to chirp.

The two of them are simply incompatible, and a little friction can cause a big fight, coupled with a long time in the desert, which makes people grumpy. No matter how good-tempered a person is, there is a limit to his tolerance for things. If they continue like this, they'll only get into more trouble because of a little boring bickering - and that's not what Tristan wants.

For this reason, Tristan would rather suffer more losses and continue to search for the oasis under the scorching sun than go with Bediwell.

It was then that King Arthur spoke.

As if playing a prank, the Knight King made a very strange request: "Tristan, why don't you give those two metal detectors to Bediwell's use, and perhaps he will change the authenticity of this item after using them?"