[On the second day of the strong push, friends think it's good and enter the harem ~ There is a change at 13 o'clock]

Despite the cold, Camp 3 is still very lively. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Unknowingly, Ota has been in Camp 3 for almost a month, except for a few battles to defend the city, most of the sergeants in the camp have nothing to do, only some demon scavengers and adventurers, still brave the cold to go out of the camp, but they are just trying their luck nearby, and they don't dare to go too deep.

During this time, Ota basically spent his time in the blacksmith shop, and even the special camp tent prepared for him by the lord was given to his uncle Aina and his sister Ellie to live in, while he ate and lived in the blacksmith shop, so that people called him: "Deputy Instructor of Iron Fighting" or "Blacksmith Battalion Commander".

They all admired this deputy instructor, because Ota never seemed to know that he was tired, and when the orcs came to forage for food, he participated in the defense of the city, and then went back to the blacksmith shop to continue to forge iron, and it was the middle of the night that he was busy, and in order not to affect the rest of the sergeants, the doors and windows were wrapped tightly with animal skins, and only a little sound could be heard if he listened carefully.

When it's okay, Ota basically doesn't come out in the blacksmith shop, he can even beat the iron from the morning until midnight, except when eating, sleeping and going to the toilet, the jingling sound never stops, the sergeants are tired of listening, and Ota doesn't seem to feel it at all. Therefore, the sergeants called him "the deputy instructor of the iron beating." ”

The demon slayer and the adventurers were not so polite, because they felt that Orta was too obsessed with blacksmithing, so they called him the blacksmith battalion commander.

Orta didn't care what others thought of him, because he knew that he was at his calmest and happiest only when he was forging, like being immersed in his own world.

And the cold, evil, and bloodthirsty feeling that appears in his bones from time to time, but not only has it never appeared when he was forging himself, but he can even feel that it is slowly disappearing, as long as he continues this kind of distraction-free forging practice, that feeling will be truly eliminated sooner or later.

Therefore, Ota does not feel that he is striking iron, but is practicing a kind of exercise, a kind of exercise that can get rid of his negative emotions and purify the evil in his body.

In the blacksmith shop, Orta picked up a palm-sized piece of iron essence and looked at it carefully, this piece of iron essence was just forged by him, with layers of fine moire on it, the color was shiny and somewhat similar to silver, and the tentacles were cold and extremely heavy.

And there are already dozens of such iron spirit houses in the house, all of which he forged while learning to forge. And in this month, Otta's body is even stronger and more perfect, his arms exposed in a short shirt are strong and full of strength, in this hot cabin, he is sometimes bare-chested, without a trace of fat waist and abdomen has a clear abdominal line, and every time he swings the hammer, the eight-pack abs are beating high, which makes people look very envious.

After this period of practice, his thousand forging has entered the proficiency stage from the entry stage, but there is still a long way to go to enter the hall, but his forging steps and breathing methods are already very proficient, and he can fully cooperate with him to carry out thousand forgings without damaging his body.

In the evening, the day's Thousand Forging Mission was over, and Orta stopped and picked up the drawings on the side and carefully sketched them.

There are many strange patterns drawn on this drawing, each of which is different but intertwined with each other, forming a complex picture that makes people feel a little dizzy when they look at it.

These patterns were polished by the orc witch on the bone staff little by little before the bone staff was successfully made in his memory, so he remembered it very clearly, and Ota also knew how to read each pattern, but he didn't know what these patterns meant, so he could only imitate them one by one and draw them on paper from memory.

Ota paints it every day, and from the jerky at the beginning to today, he is so skilled that he can depict these patterns without even thinking, and he is very skilled at combining them, and the paper also presents a dazzling pattern.

After drawing and looking at it a few more times, and when he was about to burn it again, he suddenly thought of something, and said to himself: "Could it be that these patterns are a kind of writing? If it is true that the orc witch produces the language and writing on its own, then the wisdom of the orc witch is very terrifying." ”

Thinking of the Witch's powerful protection and attack power when he used the Bone Staff, Orta instinctively thought that today's discovery was likely to be true.

The Terrans don't know much about the Orcs, except that they are a huge threat to the Terrans, as if they don't care about their intelligence at all, and they all think that they are a group of killing creatures without intelligence, nothing more.

At this moment, Orta was very suspicious of these judgments from the royal family, nobles, and even all the commoners.

If there is writing, there will be inheritance, and there will be change and development, so it is difficult to say that the descendants of the orcs will not have the same wisdom as the human race, if they also master the smelting to be able to create weapons and armor, and also know how to use the battle array to fight the human race, with the powerful combat power of the demon witch and the innate strong physique of ordinary orcs, the human race ...... Is there any hope?

Thinking of this, Ota broke out in a cold sweat, "No, I must figure these out and see what secrets they have." ”

At this moment, because of this question, Ota let himself take on another responsibility.

In silence, Orta threw the blueprint in his hand into the charcoal furnace and watched it turn to ashes.

Since Leo went back to sleep in the barracks every day, because he liked the kind of life of drinking and bragging about women, the only bed in the blacksmith belonged to Orta.

He lay on it and washed his body with a hazy light, and at the same time he was thinking about building the magic bead sword, all the materials were ready, the iron spirit, the magic bead, and the orc pattern to be engraved on the big sword were also very proficient, it was time to start.

Thinking about it, Ota fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, as usual, Ota and his uncle Aina went around the camp to see that everything was safe, that no adventurers were doing anything to steal chickens and dogs, and that those who went out of the city to hunt and go into the city to do business were all in peace, so Ota returned to the blacksmith shop to complete his plan to make a magic bead weapon.

After telling Leo not to disturb him, he locked the door again, and Ota began to get busy.

For the two big swords Ota already had an idea, in addition to inlaying magic beads, the big sword should also be sufficient, and the weight of the dark iron sword could not meet the growing strength of Ota at this time, so Ota wanted to combine the two black iron swords into one, and the other one was all made of iron essence, in this way, the two big swords are not much different in size and weight, the only difference is the color, the dark iron is jet black, and the iron essence is a little silvery, but it is okay to use Leo's father's method to camouflage, and the iron spirit dagger is a good example.

Ota first put the iron pieces into the furnace and calcined, watching them gradually turn red, when the fiery red color reached the peak and became white, with his experience, he naturally knew that it was the time to burn through in the forging terminology, Ota clamped them one by one and put them on the forging table, and the two casting hammers in his hands beat them down like a splash of wind.

The left hammer sticks the word trick, just a light knock on the sticky tape and stacks it together, the force is ingenious, and the right hammer makes the continuous play in the typing trick, although the power is light but the speed is extremely fast, only to see a vertical light curtain formed instantly, and the two pieces of burned iron essence are perfectly fused together in a dozen breaths, and the iron essence block becomes a little flattened and increased.

And although Ota's strength is light, it is also relative to others, and he thinks that he has not made much effort, but he can change to someone else, and it is nothing more than that.

In this way, dozens of pieces of iron essence fused together in a short period of time, and while the heat had not subsided much, Ota successively used techniques such as knocking, collapsing, and breaking to beat the iron essence into the most primitive shape of a great sword, and then calcined it again and began to forge it carefully.

When it was getting dark, Orta ate and adjusted, and came to the forge table again, at this time, the Iron Spirit Greatsword was fully formed, and it only needed to be sharpened to use it, but this was not what Orta wanted.

After calcining the entire sword, Orta fixed it flat on the forging table, then grabbed a small hammer and hammer and struck it lightly on the sword.

This is the most important link, whether the magic bead weapon can be successfully manufactured depends on whether the depiction of the pattern is smooth, which requires great patience, exquisite skills, and excellent eyesight and physical strength, all of which are indispensable.

Orta wanted to get closer and see clearly, but under the scorching heat, his hair immediately curled up and burned, his eyes were extremely dry, his stinging eyes were immediately blurred with tears, and his palms were directly cracked.

Fortunately, Ota had been prepared for a long time, and the light flashed in these places and immediately covered a layer of light, even the eyes, so that the feeling of dryness and stinging was gone, and the vision became clearer.

Then Otta's hammer flew, and the sharp hammer carved tiny indentations on the greatsword, and the sparks tinkled in all directions, and these dents deepened and expanded little by little, and at the same time became a strange pattern, both like graphics and words, and gradually connected and became more complex under Otta's portrayal.