Speaking of his favorite gun, Arnold had unconcealable pride on his face. He patted his old friend and said, "This gun is called the Elf Blood Thorn. It is an ancient relic. It was produced during the Elf Empire for thousands of years."
Over the years, after countless owners, it still remains sharp and unparalleled. I dare not say it is unique in the world, but it is difficult to find a second one. Their forging technology has long been lost in the long river of history.
It has been passed down in our Strachey family for four generations. We have already discovered its unique advantages in horse fighting, but it is not popular for imitation. Ordinary hardwood lacks enough hardness. Made of fine steel, the hardness is enough, but
It lacks toughness and is too heavy. Even at knight level, it cannot dance for a long time.
The biggest advantage of this kind of spear is that it is very flexible and can be soft or hard. When it is soft, it can be bent into a bow. Even a heavily armored Odin orc can use its inertia to easily fly them away.
When it is strong, it is indestructible, and ordinary iron armor can also be penetrated."
Arnold started gesticulating as he spoke.
The elf blood thorn was in his hand, and it bent into a big bow. He thrust it hard and poked big holes in the hard stone ground.
"So, the Broken Mouth Blood Cavalry is still mainly based on the Broken Head Sword. If the Lord wants to equip his Lord's Guards with long spears, he must first solve the weapon problem." Arnold's smile obviously had a hint of cunning and kindness.
proud.
The deal Sean just proposed to him included gun skills.
He nodded and agreed almost without thinking, because there was a natural trap in it.
The forging of the spear!
If there are not enough spears, the so-called learning of spear skills is basically nonsense.
I agree to the conditions, but whether you can meet the conditions or not is not my business.
"Follow me, everyone." Sean did not open his mouth to explain anything, but nodded to Arnold, Dickron, and Father Locke, motioning for them to follow him.
After walking a few steps, he remembered something and turned to Arnold: "Is the general feeling well?"
It was a typical wheel battle just now. After the duel and melee, his physical strength had been drained countless times. The blood-sucking shadow vine's magic-absorbing magic was thrown at him, and his spirit was tormented and depressed.
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"It's nothing serious." Arnold shrugged. "Compared to fighting for seven days and seven nights on the prairie, and rushing thousands of kilometers, this is nothing at all. I'm just a little hungry. If I can get something to eat, then
It couldn't be better. I have been in your northern fortress for more than half a year. I am afraid of being discovered, so I don't dare to eat more even if there is food. I don't know what it feels like to be full for a long time."
After hearing what he said, everyone realized that although Arnold was strong, it was just because of his big frame, and the flesh on his face was obviously a little concave.
For the champion knight with a super appetite, this situation will only occur under one situation, and that is long-term food shortage.
In other words, Arnold is not at his peak now, and he still has a Hungry and Weak BUFF attached to him.
Obviously, the rat's life in the northern fortress for more than half a year was not easy.
"I have a small bag of nuts here. General, please take the mat first!"
"I have a bag of peanuts here. General, take it and eat it first!"
"I have a pack of jerky here!"
"I have three more big buns here!"
“I’ve got some more cakes here!”
The Kentana barbarian soldiers in the mountains, led by Father Locke, generously donated their money and took out a lot of food from themselves, including various snacks and staple foods.
Sean is not surprised. The Kentana savages in the mountains are all famous for their big appetites. They are large and consume a lot of daily food. Naturally, they have a large appetite and are more likely to get hungry. From the day they were born, the number of times they have eaten to full
I'm afraid there aren't many, especially when faced with the invasion of Kentana barbarians, the living and hunting areas are shrinking, and food is even scarcer.
Although the Yongye Army Leader supported some of their daily necessities, the Yongye Army Leader was also at the peak period of food consumption at that time. Most of the food was imported from Sophia Liya. He himself was living a tight life. How could this be possible?
If you feed them unlimited amounts, there will naturally be less chance of being full.
Now that they have joined the Yongye Army, they naturally cannot make things difficult for them in this area. Regardless of whether the food is good or bad, it is necessary to keep them full!
They are like mice falling into a rice vat. Not to mention the sense of happiness. The low level of resistance is not only beyond the imagination of Father Locke, but also a bit beyond Sean's. Until now, there has not been a case of Mountain Kentana.
Conflicts broke out when barbarians were dissatisfied with their resettlement life.
This situation must have occurred because the preparations of the Yongye military leader exceeded their expectations. Naturally, there was only satisfaction, not dissatisfaction. People with a simpler temperament are more likely to be satisfied.
It's just that they are afraid of poverty, so when they are full, they will still put something in their pockets, even though they know that the next meal will be served before they are hungry.
Now it comes in handy.
"Thank you! Thank you! This is good, this is good. I like your big buns the most, but it's a pity that I have never eaten enough!" Arnold didn't dislike it, no matter how long they had been carrying those big buns.
It was deformed due to pressure, so I pulled it and put it into my mouth.
People who come from the military, especially those who have fought hard and hard battles, usually don't have so many faults and particularities. Even if they do have them, a long-distance march will wear them out.
Arnold's attitude of being a glutton for everyone who came to him was very similar to the temperament of the Kentana barbarians in the mountains. Everyone grinned and showed a simple and honest smile.
In just ten minutes, Arnold swept the food hidden in the hands of these mountain Kentana barbarian soldiers into his own stomach. He patted his bulging belly and said, "Finally, I feel a little bit in my stomach."
The things are no longer empty, Lord, let’s continue, we have these foundations, which are enough to carry us for a day and a night.”
"Follow me!" Sean nodded and walked down first. He knew that Arnold was definitely not bragging, but that the physical fitness of a champion knight was indeed so terrifying.
Under the leadership of Sean, the group went straight to the Northern Fortress Arsenal.
They were fighting in full swing under the mage tower. The arsenal was not affected at all and was still busy, even though the sun had already set.
Ever since Sean led a group of master craftsmen in the arsenal to build the perception tower, the research here has completely fallen into a state of madness.
People need to rest, but the Perception Tower doesn't!
Take turns to move around twenty-five hours a day.
What is 996? There is basically no such thing here.
Most are 597.
I start work at five in the morning and get off work at nine in the evening. I work continuously seven days a week with no rest at all.
If they hadn't had to go to the residential area during their sleep time, they would have simply made the arsenal their home, eating and living here.
It’s not that Sean was a slave owner, oppressing and forcing them crazily.
The situation is almost the opposite. Sean is afraid that they will be overworked and fall at their jobs, causing the Yongye Army to lose the master craftsmen they have cultivated with great difficulty. He always forces them to rest and strictly prohibits them from working for more than twelve consecutive hours.
, let alone spinning around day and night.
However, if the supervision is not in place, they will sneak into their research room and refuse to come out.
You can't live without going crazy.
Basically, I’m talking about this group of people.
They were able to stand out from the crowd of people led by the Yongye Army and reach this level because of their crazy research energy.
For them, work in the arsenal is not just a job, but also their love.
Especially when they delve into something new and useful, the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction that money can give them is not something that money can give them.
Of course, Sean never skimps on his rewards.
But very few of these people really work for money.
The result of this crazy work attitude is that it only took them three months to fully understand the Bone Armor of the Undead. It took another two months to come up with a highly feasible magic transformation plan, and now it is in a non-stop process.
The final stage of debugging.
Especially since the Lord's Guards has been established recently, this kind of magically modified bone armor will enter the state of mass transformation and production. From top to bottom, the arsenal's nerves are even tighter, regardless of Sean's emphasis on the prohibition against continuous rotation.
Most of the famous craftsmen live and eat here, and all of them have eyes as bright as rabbits.
When I heard that my lord was coming, the whole arsenal was in a state of uproar.
Not only are they afraid that Sean will be held accountable in this regard, but they are also afraid of officially placing a mass production order for the magic-modified bone armor, so this is still a bit short of success.
"Lord, why do you have time to come here?" After hearing the news, Master Bazel rushed out and said with a smile, "We are not working overtime now, but a shift system. Every worker is guaranteed to work a normal eight hours.
Rest for more than an hour.”
Sean snorted, but did not expose Master Bazel's lies. Now that the entire northern fortress was under his nose, how many hours did these craftsmen sleep every day? How could he not count them?
He hasn't found the time yet. When he does, he will create a health file for each person and monitor their work and rest. He would like to see how they play tricks on him.
These great craftsmen sometimes work so hard that it makes people feel bad.
Sean is glad that the Eternal Night Army has such a group of people. With their existence, why should the Eternal Night Army not be prosperous?
"Where's Master Yamos!" Sean asked. He was looking for Master Yamos, who was the best at forging weapons in the arsenal.
"Master Craftsman Amos, today is the night shift, and it's not yet time for him to start work. Lord, please wait a moment, I will send someone to rush you!" Master Craftsman Bazel hurriedly replied.
"No need." Sean shook his head and rejected the other party's proposal, "It's the same with you here. Is there any stock of finished brass camphor wood for making bows, the kind that hasn't been broken down into roots?"
"Yes, how can our arsenal be without that thing? Most of the ballistas I have recently developed use this." Master Bazel said familiarly.
His main focus is on equipment manufacturing, and he is especially good at siege equipment. When it comes to wood, that is definitely his specialty.
"General Arnold, can I lend you your spear?" Sean turned to Arnold and said.
"Please." Arnold generously handed over the Elf Blood Thorn. He understood more or less that Sean was preparing to use practical actions to prove the feasibility of making a spear. His strong curiosity was aroused, and he was still in a good mood.
Very complex.
That is to say, I hope that Sean will fail, let him slap him in the face, suffer a painful loss, and hit his hateful appearance that he always has the wisdom.
He also hoped that Sean could be unexpected and bring him a surprise. Why didn't he want to bring a group of lancers out to accompany him across the grassland? The domineering sword of the Broken Mouth Blood Cavalry was indeed domineering, but it always lacked such a feeling.
Before Sean could say anything, Master Basel had already reached out and took the elf blood thorn, carefully stroking the pattern on it like a lover's skin, and sincerely praised: "What a gun, the talisman on it is so beautiful."
The text is not from the ancient Andis Empire period, but should belong to the Elf Empire period. It is of great research value. Are you going to let us study the structure of the runes above, Lord? I will start now."
Although Master Bazel is not a warlock, he has stayed in the Northern Fortress Arsenal for a long time and has a deep knowledge of basic runes and magic circuits. He can see the mystery of Elf Blood Thorn at a glance.
"Don't worry about this." Sean shook his head and said, "I want Master Bazel to use brass camphor wood to imitate one according to its appearance. It's not difficult, right?"
"This is too simple. Please come with me and wait for me for an hour." Master Bazel led the group to his research room.
"You guys wait here!" Father Locke abandoned the group of mountain Kentana barbarian soldiers who had been following them outside the Northern Fortress Arsenal.
These buildings were a bit too narrow for them, and it was difficult for such a group of burly men to turn around after being crammed into them.
Any work, if done skillfully and methodically, will feel pleasing to the eye.
The same goes for Master Basil's carpentry craftsmanship.
A piece of hard brass camphor wood as thick as an arm was quickly broken apart, polished, and shaped.
In the process, Master Bazel also played tricks on the Elf Blood Thorn.
After a while, I took the tool to measure and weigh it.
After a while, the target was set up again, and Arnold was asked to perform stabbing tests with different postures and strengths.
At the last moment, he put it on the tool stand and squeezed it hard to make it turn into a bow shape. The arc of the pressure was so large that Arnold's eyelids jumped. He was afraid that the other party would lose it and use his precious spear.
It was folded, but the one I just handed over was too free and easy. Wouldn’t it be a very shameless thing to ask for it back now?
Fortunately, the Elf Blood Thorn was strong enough and no such tragedy occurred.
After all the tests were completed, a long brass camphor wood pole on the other side had been processed, polished and waxed.
The long brass camphor pole processed by Master Bazel is not exactly the same as the Elf Blood Thorn.
The Elf Blood Thorn is uniform in thickness throughout its body, while the brass camphor pole is thicker at one end and thinner at the other. Although it is not very obvious, it does exist.
This also results in the fact that the tail of the brass camphor pole is thicker than the elf blood thorn, and the head is thinner than it.
In addition, in terms of length, the brass camphor pole is obviously nearly one-third longer.
Before Sean could ask, Master Bazel had already explained: "Lord, I have just verified the accurate data of this weapon. The mystery of this weapon is not only the material, but also the relationship with it.
The magic circuits are inseparable. Preliminary speculation is that there are at least two magic circuits, namely stability and sharpness, but these magic circuits are somewhat different from ours.
Our magic circuit is mainly active, but the magic circuit above it seems to have passive characteristics, requiring no external force and lasting forever. This is more valuable for research.
Lord, you made the right choice. Brass camphor wood itself has this characteristic, both toughness and solidity. However, in terms of texture, brass camphor wood is slightly inferior and seems a bit light. However, it also has advantages. Under the same weight, it
Can do it longer.
The tip of this spear is also very interesting. It weighs about the same as wood. There is no similar metal in our territory. If the tip is made of steel, it will definitely be very heavy. Therefore, I made some changes to its overall shape. You can see how it is attached to the tip.
After the tip is pointed, it can just achieve balance."
Master Bazel wrapped the iron wire around the thin end of the long brass camphor pole, which was regarded as a substitute for grabbing the tip. He threw it to General Arnold with his backhand and said: "General, try it and see how it feels. Is it the same as your original one?"
How's the lance ratio?"
Faced with Master Bazel's analysis, Sean could only nod his head frequently, let alone others, who were already dumbfounded.
Because they knew it all, they didn't say any unnecessary words.
Sean only mentioned a piece of brass camphor wood, and then asked Arnold to hand over the Elf Blood Thorn to Master Bazel. The rest just watched, not saying what he was going to do from the beginning to the end.
Master Bazel seemed to understand everything and came up with what they wanted in a matter of minutes.