The process of enchantment is actually to permanently or semi-permanently imprint a certain sequence of secret texts on the corresponding item, and when you want to use it, you can activate it as long as you instill spirituality.

This process requires a large number of precious materials, for example, it is impossible to carry the imprint of the secret text of ordinary metal, for example, the imprinting of the secret text on the metal also requires special materials and steps.

There are no special materials and no spiritual powers, so how to imprint the secret text on the metal and activate it afterwards is an uncertainty.

It's a process full of unknowns that needs to be explored. That's what Charles thought in the first place.

However, when he began to really learn to strike iron, or to really try this enchantment process, he suddenly found that he seemed to have a "shortcut" to choose from......

By the river, in front of the anvil, staring at the iron sword in front of him, which had just been quenched and split into a pile of pieces in a few minutes, Charles looked a little dazed.

"Why is this happening?"

The dwarf of the Kuanliang clan, who was in charge of teaching him the knowledge of iron striking next to him, was also stunned to look at the large number of metal fragments on the anvil.

These fragments are not simply four or five fragments, but as if they have been crushed into slag, broken into one piece. In the sunlight, it glows with a dull sheen.

"Heat...... Impossible...... Ore problem?"

Patting his ass and standing up from the ground, the dwarf from the Kuanliang clan began to circle around the anvil and study, his expression full of wonder.

When shattered like this, it doesn't look normal.

Iron can't be so brittle.

Why is that?

Staring at the anvil in front of him, the dwarf fell into deep contemplation.

Ignoring his confusion, Charles turned to the river not far away, crouched down and washed his hands, all the while staring at his own reflection in the river, his face beaming.

The dwarves didn't know why it shattered suddenly, but Charles did.

Because of the few characters on the sword, a few words that originally existed, but eventually gradually disappeared as they were forged.

The dwarves used pre-made molds to brand their swords or shields, and so on.

However, this process is much more cumbersome than normal forging, and the finished product obtained is no different from the normal one. Normally, only elves go to great lengths to carve elaborate patterns or words on their equipment.

Because of the secret text, Charles is more fond of this method, and this process is also what he has learned during this time.

And just now it was the first time he had made a half-finished product, and he was forging it with a hammer, when the sword suddenly shattered.

Why is it broken?

Because of magic!

Or rather, because of the will magic that this world has!

Usually, elves have a chance to create magic items in crafting items, so sword forging is no exception.

Charles could clearly feel that he had "activated" this power during the forging process.

So if he followed the normal process, the sword he made should have some extraordinary abilities - sharper, or very light, or something like that.

And yet it shattered.

It was not clear why Charles was broken, but he did not have the slightest suspicion of the source of the shatter, it must be because of the secret text.

Because there could be no other reason than that.

"Conflict?"

"If there is conflict, then it is possible to integrate...... The secret texts of another world merge with the magic of this world! ”

With this thought, Charles's heart was extremely excited, and then under the stunned gaze of the dwarf, he began to continue forging with a look of impatience.

Melting, furnaceing, molding, forging, quenching, cooling, chipping......

Day after day, day after day, day after day.

Charles was so engrossed in striking iron that he paid little attention to foreign affairs except important matters.

Near this green island, the tinkling of the riverside not far from Nando's station is also continuous.

The mastery of the temperature of the furnace, the method of forging metal, and the timing of quenching into a sword...... From rusty to proficient, everything is progressing in an orderly manner.

Relying on his unique spiritual talent, Charr is astounding in the speed with which he can accept what the dwarves teach!

However, he was never able to forge a real sword.

Shattered, shattered, shattered every time......

The Broad-Beam dwarf who had taught him at first was still at a loss for this, and he also came up with many solutions, even calling the other Firebeard Dwarven blacksmiths to think about it together.

Gradually, however, he gave up on the issue entirely.

Every time Charles chiseled the sword with a hammer, he crouched not far away as he had predicted, looking dejected, and he had no hope for himself, the king's apprentice.

Comparatively speaking, among the Nando elves, the other apprentices who studied with the dwarven blacksmith made rapid progress.

The elves are ingenious and have keen senses, and their learning speed is far from being comparable to that of the charr with a "plug-in".

Normal weapons weren't possible, but by this time, they had been able to craft bits and pieces.

In addition to the progress of the Nando Elves' forging studies, thousands of dwarf figures in the "island" at the end of the line of sight have also begun to get busy.

Their first task was not to start building the city, but to build a bridge, a challenging bridge to cross the river.

Only when the bridge is repaired can there be a road to smoothly transport all kinds of materials and stones into the island.

Otherwise, there is no way to build a city on that tree-covered island alone—unless it is all made of wood.

A bridge alone is already a huge project, let alone a city that can carry tens of thousands of people, and the time it takes to complete the entire task is based on age.

For a while, it is obviously impossible to see much effect.

The dwarves were responsible for the construction, the elves were responsible for logistics and support, and the elven army in the far north was gradually gaining size.

From two or three hundred at the beginning, to four or five hundred, to about eight hundred.

The thriving appearance of the entire clan "infected" many salted fish elves, and more and more people went to the north to join the army, which on the contrary delayed the complicated work in the Green Island camp.

But Charles is happy to see it happen.

The kings of the clan are a powerful rallying ground, but only the army is the blade to defend their homeland.

No matter how well and beautifully the royal capital is built, if there is no sharp enough sword to protect it, it is just an attic in the air, and it will be pounced sooner or later.

Anyway, everything was going for the better, and the dwarves of the Blue Mountains had finally organized their armies and headed for the enemy they had already observed.

This is the second operation that can be called a military war since the birth of the dwarves, and they are very excited about it.

The dwarves are tough, thick-skinned, and far more accustomed to war than humans or even elves, and although it is not obvious at the moment, it is already showing signs of it.

And just as they began to march, Charles finally forged a sword that did not shatter!