"Huh, is that enough?" After placing the anvil, Ravens finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the small but extremely heavy anvil in front of him, he suddenly felt a little frustrated in his heart.
"Well, almost."
And when I think that the person using this thing is still a child, weird emotions almost overflow my chest.
"No, I have to have a good sleep." Ravens tried hard to put those things that were difficult to think about behind his mind, pinched the corners of his eyes, and suddenly felt endless sleepiness rushing into his heart. Although he became a demon hunter
There was no need to sleep in the end, but the mental torture of the past few days suddenly exploded due to what just happened, making Ravens just want to give up thinking and become a useless person.
"Go to bed, if you don't mind me banging and making noise later." Art pointed to the soil bed not far away with a smile and said goodbye to Ravens, and said: "You know, since I bought it, I will
You have to make good use of it.”
"Oh, it's up to you. I'll cast a spell on myself. Except for active attacks, nothing can wake me up. Of course, if an accident happens, you can also try to hit me." Ravens said.
Lying down on the soil bed, he waved his hand twice in the air, and a layer of golden light adhered to his body surface, which was exactly the same as the situation in the hotel before.
But Art had learned his lesson long ago. If he wanted to wake Ravens up in this situation, it would be better to just throw something at him. Hitting him directly would definitely cause unnecessary damage.
Although he really wanted to experiment, he had already done a lot of things to feel sorry for Ravens today, and he was pushed out of the battlefield yesterday before getting involved in the battle, so Art felt that he had to reward him well.
But what should I reward him with? This is a question...
"But since I just got a set of refining tools, let's get some good-looking and practical small items for it. You know, my score in the blacksmith crash course is A+!" Art said to himself,
He picked up the hammer and tapped it gently on the edge of the anvil.
Since no matter how much noise you make now, Ravens won’t be woken up, let’s just let go of your hands and work hard!
The anvil trembled slightly for a while, and then began to expand. Bright red stripes slowly appeared in the expansion. A blazing white light pillar suddenly shot out from the anvil, and a dull roar continued on it.
It came out from the root, constantly stimulating Art's eardrums.
"This sound is so sour and refreshing~" Listening to that sound, Art got goosebumps with excitement. The last thing that made him so excited was the processor fan when the computer he assembled in elementary school successfully started up.
The sound of fanning can always trigger an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.
Immediately afterwards, he took out a set of tools given by the dwarf blacksmith.
This set of tools is also indispensable for making tools quickly, including mold shells and insulating clay, small fire tongs and small casting buckets, as well as two tools, one large and one small, that look like seal carving knives.
Although it is very convenient to use molds to cast, it requires very fine carving and smoothing of the insulating mud. The time and attempts required are no faster than direct knocking. Therefore, Art now only took out the fire tongs in this set of tools and clamped them.
A piece of cast iron was bought in advance and was going to be roasted red in the blazing pillar of fire, but after thinking about it, he took out another thing.
"Let's test that thing by the way..."
Art took out another casting keg from the set of tools and mounted it on the fire pillar. The extremely high temperature instantly baked the special keg until it was bright white, but it did not melt.
Immediately afterwards, Art took out a small bag of white, hard fragments from the small bag that Ravens put aside. These fragments looked very rough, with many small holes on the white surface.
, and the cracks left by the impact, which look a bit like fragments of some kind of metal.
This is the shell fragment of the sandworm. Also, this is not theft, but something that has been pre-ordered.
On the day he spent the night on the sand island, Ravens, who had nothing to do, took care of the sandworms lying on the roadside. Although there were not many places for the sandworms to use, the metal texture of their shells was deeply felt.
The land attracted Art, so Ravens was asked to make a lot of preparations.
While handling it, Art discovered that the shell of the sandworm had almost the same physical properties as some common metals. Its ductility and texture made Art deeply suspect that it was a collection of certain metal slag. And the sandworm
It is not impossible that insects usually stay underground and use the metal they excavate to form their shells.
With this memory in mind, Art threw the small bag of shell fragments into the small casting bucket that had already turned blazing white, expecting it to change.
The blazing energy from the magic stone continued to heat the sandworm fragments in the small bucket, causing them to become charred black. After about half a minute, Art finally saw the change he was looking forward to!
Sure enough, the sandworm's shell started to melt!
The melted sandworm carapace shows a bright dark red color, but it seems that its mass is not large, or there may be a lot of evaporable materials in it. This small bag of sandworm carapace only melted out a small half of the barrel of molten material, and it can do almost everything.
No.
And considering that the sandworm was very easily cut in two by Ravens, regardless of the strength of the weapon in Ravens' hands, the hardness of the sandworm metal should not be very high. Using it alone to make weapons may not be as novel as it is.
any advantage.
"Forget it, at least I know that this is indeed some kind of metal, or a mixed metal." Art curled his lips and was about to pour it into the ingot, but suddenly he found the iron ingot waiting quietly aside.
Because of his curiosity about the sandworm shell, the life of this ingot was slightly extended, but at this time, Art had a strange idea in his head.
"What if, what if, I mix pig iron with this thing?"
For Art, curiosity always takes precedence over rationality, especially now that he is conducting experiments, so what if there is one more test?
Soon after, Art put the ladle back on the fire pillar, then directly threw in a small iron ingot and slowly waited for it to melt.
After just five seconds, the iron had already begun to melt, which indirectly showed that the melting point of the sandworm's shell was actually higher than that of iron... Also, how hot is this stove!? And that the dwarf's hands were actually hotter than iron.
Bake resistant?!
Putting aside these irrelevant topics, Art once again focused his attention on this pot of something that exuded extremely high heat and dazzling light.
"What kind of stuff is mixed in here?" Art held the pliers and stared at the molten mixture of sandworm shell and iron, looking forward to what the final product would look like.