Andrew soon returned to the town of Phumesius.

"Lawrence, we're going to fight the people of Tranda Hoof?"

Andrew, who he hadn't seen for a long time, looked a little haggard, his body was still strong, his arms were strong, his eyes were full of enthusiasm and excitement, and he couldn't wait to fight.

"Yes, Andrew, I'm mobilizing soldiers these days, and after the wheat harvest this fall, we're going to have a fight with Tranda Hoof."

Lawrence's face was solemn, and he had been preparing for the big battle after the autumn for a while.

"Hahaha!" Andrew laughed.

Lawrence and Sariel, who was on the side, both looked at Andrew, who seemed to have never laughed so heartily in their memory.

Andrew plunged his greatsword into the carpet of the church floor, "It's finally time for a decent fight, I've been waiting for this day!" ”

Lawrence has seen many dead people and experienced many battles over the years.

The most important thing is that I see a lot of people who are gradually aging and withdrawing from the field in daily life.

Barbarians are very strong at their peak, and this is the strongest time of their lives.

In such a harsh environment in the north, many people do not actually live to old age.

It is not uncommon for people living in civilized times to think that fifty or sixty years old is still very young.

In this era of barbarism, where the strong are respected and the weak are enslaved and humiliated, the mentality of these strong people like Andrew is very different from that of later generations.

They believe that life is a journey of upward climbing, and dying at the highest place is the best end to a perfect life.

The body is old and white, from a burly man to a sheep-herding old man, unable to hold the weapons he once had, unable to eat the food that was once easily bitten, and especially being treated as a burden and waste by others.

Many ordinary old people will choose to commit suicide, and Andrew's strong people have even more self-esteem, they want to die in a meaningful battle, hoping to die with honor.

Lawrence understood Andrew's thoughts, a life that Sarry and many women couldn't understand.

Lawrence said calmly, "Go talk to the stonemason, and at least let him remember what you look like." ”

Andrew, who was still excited, looked at Lawrence suspiciously, not understanding what this meant.

"What are you looking for a stonemason?"

Lawrence looked at Andrew's face and then at the Colossus of the Prophet in the distance.

"I plan to make sculptures as big as their bodies for the warriors who have done enough work, and these sculptures will be placed in the church in the future to protect us forever."

"Record what you looked like when you were at your strongest, so that we and yourselves can remember you at this time, not the old man lying on the hospital bed."

Andrew's face became solemn, and he was shocked by this heavy and solemn arrangement, "Good! I'll go now! ”

Lawrence looked at Andrew, who turned to leave, and shouted at his back: "This time there will be a lot of people on the other side, and it will be strong." ”

"If the situation is bad, I will fight together."

If Lawrence goes to war, it means that several witches will also be on the field, including Sariel.

Andrew didn't reply, just took it to heart.

Sariel also sensed a strange atmosphere.

"Lawrence, will a lot of people die this time?"

Lawrence turned to look at Sariel, who seemed to sense Andrew's choice.

"This time it will definitely not be as simple as before, before we fought against the people at the bottom of the Western Kingdom, and rarely dealt with the real main force."

"This time, we are going to deal with the main force of the Luofen Kingdom, and it is also the barbarian army that has destroyed several kingdoms in the south."

"It's going to die, and it's not so easy to even win."

Salil clenched her fists, "I got it! When the time comes, let's go to war together! ”

Lawrence thought that Salil would be sad and uncomfortable for a while, but he didn't expect it to look like this.

It didn't take long to figure out why.

Sariel has always been a very powerful female warrior, but she has no interest in robbery and murder, and she doesn't feel happy.

In the early stage, when I went out to fight, I was fulfilling my obligations, and I trained the two weak chickens around me.

Several powerful people here are all female warriors, not afraid of war at all, and they are not afraid of the dead.

Sariel just didn't want Andrew to die, not so scared that she couldn't accept it and broke down just thinking about it.

The women of the North are not so weak.

Lawrence felt like he needed to improve his skills as well.

"Sariel, Delenn, you two help me and Sophia train."

Delenn stood with his hands folded on his chest, looking Lawrence and Sophia up and down at the side.

"Or is it the same as before?" Delenn hadn't beaten Lawrence for a long time, and was willing to help after hearing Lawrence's request.

Lawrence decisively refused, "Forget it, take your time first, first Emma and Boole, then Sariel, and then you." ”

Delenn took the initiative to say: "Just say it when you need me, I'm idle." ”

"Thank you." Lawrence didn't waste time, and ordered directly to Sophia: "Let Emma come over, if he is not there, just find an idler to come over, don't be a witch." ”

Sophia nodded and said, "Yes, master." ”

Just as she was about to leave, Sophia sensed something and quickly looked at the location of the door.

"Master, someone is coming with an iron sword."

Delenn and Saril looked to the door, and Catherine behind Lawrence came over and waited.

Several witches carried weapons with them, which was the privilege of being a saint of the church.

It wasn't a stranger who came in, it was the familiar Emma.

Emma was followed by a stout old man, who looked to be between forty and fifty years old, one meter five or six tall, and looked like a bear of more than two hundred pounds.

Lawrence knew the old man, one of the craftsmen sent by the Southern Kingdom, who had been working at the blacksmith's furnace.

"Quirret, I think it's going to be a good day, don't you think?"

Lawrence offered to talk to the man.

Quirre knelt down on one knee and said excitedly, "Prophet, I am very proud to hear you say that, and I have been thinking of building a weapon for you since last year. ”

Quire picked up the sword he was holding with both hands, and the sword was wrapped in a roll of sheepskin, and he couldn't see the specific appearance.

"Thank you for your trust in me, in order to repay you and the gods for their protection, I found that your weapons are not so good, so I specially made this sword for you."

A lot of care was given to talented people, and Lawrence always encouraged craftsmen to identify and solve problems, and gave them the privilege of reporting directly to them.

Blacksmiths, stonemasons, carpenters, shipwrights, farmers, winemakers, soldiers, veterinarians, tailors, ...... Many people can meet Lawrence and express their opinions and suggestions whenever they want to find Lawrence.

The craftsmen are more obvious than the farmers, and it is easy to see whether they have talent or not.

Soldiers also need battles and trials, and the craftsmen can basically tell the difference in a day or two.

A good selection mechanism, as well as a large number of vacant leadership positions, allowed a slave-born craftsman like Quirre to gain a huge status.

Once you have gained technical approval, you can have your own time to do what you want to do instead of making simple farm tools.

Emma handed the longsword to Lawrence.

Lawrence uncovered the parchment and raised the unpretentious-looking sword.

The long sword is not particularly long, the blade is only sixty centimeters, and there is a slight arc, a little more than four centimeters wide.

It is heavier than a normal iron sword, about fifteen catties, which is equivalent to picking up almost four two-liter bottles of Coke with one hand.

"Very good, I need it, I'll have the carpenter make a scabbard and take it to battle."

Quireth looked shocked and looked up at Lawrence and asked, "You're going to war?" Let me make you a pair of armor! ”

"I allow it, but this kind of thing doesn't need to be too a priority, there are the rest of the people who go to the battlefield, and leave the iron armor to the warriors who rush forward first."

Quire quickly went to prepare for the armor, and the Prophet was far more important to the entire realm than any one person.

Lawrence was about to go to training, when the Western envoys and transports came again, and had to receive them.

News of Lawrence's going to war soon spread among the blacksmiths.

Suggestions were quick to provide input on creating safer, stronger, and lighter armor for Lawrence.

Not only armor, but also horse armor, saddles, boots, and horse helmets are considered together, and the wisdom of different languages and regions is gathered in the cave to smelt stronger metals!

These blacksmiths came from all over the world, and some were even blacksmiths captured from the more southern regions by pirates from the Waves Kingdom.

Because of the technology, these people are able to live, but they have also suffered a lot of abuse and humiliation.

The North offers the best treatment and a warm home for all, and even if they don't understand the language, these craftsmen quickly understand each other's skills and expressions as they work and learn together.

In particular, after killing some of the brutal pirates, and after the grievance meeting, everyone quickly realized that they were able to live a good life because they were slaves of the Raven Feather Prophet.

It was the wisdom and hard work of all the people that Lawrence had an endless supply of farm tools and weapons.

And this year, the blacksmiths who lived in the cave also supported Lawrence as always, and in order to prevent Lawrence from dying, everyone began to discuss technology and share their skills.

There is no point in hiding smuggling in this area, everyone's son can be a blacksmith if he wants, he can be a soldier if he wants to, he can even go to church to study, and he can also go to sea in business.

Compared with the barbarian robbers outside, although Lawrence also did the same robbery, he has always distributed the wealth of the robbery to everyone, so that everyone is fed and clothed and researched technology, and simple wealth is transformed into technology and population.

Two days later, Crete arrived at Ironforge.

The heat was billowing in the Ironforge Castle, and the blacksmiths themselves continued to dig into it, digging out more workshops, and others using the heat of the magma that Loshanda had made.

Crete found the blacksmith by the magma pool, "My weapon is broken and I need an iron axe, and the Prophet told me to come and choose one." ”

Several blacksmiths were studying Lawrence's armor, and when they saw that it was Crete, they impatiently pointed to the cave to the side.

"It's all weapons, grab one and get out of here."

Crete suddenly wanted to get angry, but when he looked at the dozen or so men with thick arms in front of him, he still endured it.

Led two men to the wooden door, Crete quickly pushed it open.

Behind the large wooden door, there are randomly placed weapons.

The cave was illuminated by orbs, and Crete and his two men saw an untold number of iron weapons.

There were knives, swords, long knives, heavy swords, iron hooks, battle axes, and armor and helmets that were thrown on the ground.

Crete crouched down excitedly, picked up the helmet on the ground and put it on his head, this is an extremely rare piece of equipment outside!

"Hahaha! Hahaha! ”

Crete smiled happily.

Not long after, Grace and Fleiss also came over to get helmets and weapons.

Although several people are small leaders, they are not clear about the reserves here in the blacksmith shop, and it is not until the past few days that they have discovered the terrifying and exciting wealth of their own family.

(End of chapter)