After about ten minutes, the small piece of iron ingot finally merged with the sandworm's shell, but the appearance still looked the same. It was still red, like expired and blackened strawberry jam, and that
The unbearable heat wave made Art keep retreating, and finally stood at the farthest distance that a poker could reach the keg.
At this farthest distance, Art used the strength of his gloves to carefully lift the small bucket with tongs, and smoothly introduced the molten substance inside into the prepared ingot mold, waiting for it to cool down slightly.
Then proceed to the next step of processing.
This mold made of an unknown metal material is extremely stable. After the hot molten material is poured into it, there is almost no thermal expansion reaction. Only the parts in contact are slightly red.
After waiting in the mold until it had a more stable shape, Art wielded the tongs again and took out the red metal block. In this case, the metal ingot mixed with sandworm shell and iron was still visible.
There's nothing special about it. It's still the same dark red color as when it was roasted, indicating that the inside of the metal is not completely solidified. Maybe you won't be able to see anything abnormal until it's completely cooled.
And since it is now purely hand-forged, now is the time to put the hammer down!
Thinking of this, Art swallowed, then wrapped his face with thick cloth, leaving only two small holes for his eyes, and then picked up the hammer that he had been waiting for for a long time.
After shaking the weight, he hit the middle of the red metal with a hammer!
In an instant, an eardrum-soothing sound of metal collision sounded, and a whole swath of brilliant sparks suddenly burst out around him, shooting out in all directions!
"This is my dream!" The inner comfort combined with the regular and constant tapping, coupled with the blessing of the gloves, made Ater tap almost without consuming much energy, and he hit eight times in a row.
Nine hours is no problem!
Of course, this was just Art's adrenaline. After heating and hammering for almost two hours, Art finally couldn't stand the feeling of exhaustion after the explosion, sweating all over his face, and finally sat down on the ground. And on the pillar of fire.
The piece of metal ingot has shrunk by a small circle under Yate's beating, and its unit mass should have increased significantly!
Seeing the results, the sense of accomplishment in his heart could no longer be suppressed. After heaving a sigh of relief, Art sat down on the ground. In addition, he had not eaten anything today, but when he noticed this, he
, both eyes were already dim.
But fortunately, he bought some food when he went out in the morning. The hungry Art trembled with his left hand, slowly took out a piece of rusk from the small pocket in his arms, and put the whole piece directly to his mouth.
Then he spread his hands and nibbled away bit by bit with the power of his tongue and lips. It took almost half an hour before he completely swallowed this small piece of bread.
When the sky turned completely dark, Art almost recovered. The only illumination left in the entire room was the fire pillar on the anvil that was still burning the metal block intermittently. Ravens was still not far away.
It rises and falls gently and regularly, and you can still hear a faint snoring sound.
"My right hand is a little sore...but it's not a big problem." Art kneaded his weak right hand and found that it was so sore that he wanted to cut off his hand.
But maybe it's due to the dwarf's physical problem. This glove actually has no distinction between left and right, and is completely symmetrical. However, because Art's palm is a bit small, it doesn't feel much inconsistent.
So this means that when your right hand is tired, you can switch to your left hand. When your left hand is tired, your right hand will probably rest. Swapping back and forth creates a perpetual motion machine!
A little amused by the middle-aged joke in his heart, Art shook his head, put on gloves on his hands, and began to perform the next step of preliminary processing of the ingot.
Because the ingot has been heated intermittently during this period, it still maintains its previous red-hot state. Although it is slightly deformed, it is not a serious problem.
What should I do? Countless things in his mind flashed through Art's mind, but he had not yet made a complete decision.
However, since the strength of this metal ingot cannot be guaranteed and there are not many, there is no need to make it a durable and practical type. Well, just make it more flashy and look very gorgeous.
With this idea in mind, Art finally decided to make a long dagger with a rather gorgeous and useless bleeding slot.
After having the target, Art picked up the hammer with his left hand, took off the metal ingot from the fire pillar, and began to hammer out the general shape on the flat surface of the anvil.
This job doesn't require much effort, but it does require extreme concentration and meticulous control of strength to give you a rough idea of what you want in your mind.
Because of the high-intensity training, Art himself knows how to control the strength in his hands and the skills to control the extension of the ingot. However, due to the strength bonus of the gloves, these skills are a little difficult to use. Try it carefully.
After practicing for about an hour, I finally became familiar with the power.
I remember that the dwarf blacksmith said that this glove can increase the strength of a young child to that of an adult. However, according to actual tests, this so-called 'adult' is most likely an adult by dwarven standards.
of dwarves...
This force is very strong. In the past, I beat him as hard as possible, so I didn't feel it. But now with subtle control, the increase in force is very obvious, so much so that when Art wants to achieve the force in his memory,
, the hand must be trembled very slightly to strike.
However, although it is more troublesome, it also becomes very labor-saving, so you can beat it for a long time without getting tired.
I don’t know how much time passed, but it wasn’t until the moon was halfway through the sky and a little gray gradually appeared outside the western horizon that Art finally stopped the hammer in his hand, ignoring the last bit of mental energy that was about to be exhausted, and looked at it carefully.
This is a semi-finished dagger made from preliminary beating.
Well, you don’t need to worry about the bumpy surface, and the edge that seems to have been gnawed by a dog is not the point. The point is that it already has the concrete appearance of Art’s own mind. It only needs to be polished in the future, and the dagger can be roughly formed.
, and then you can carve it carefully...
Thinking like this, Art finally couldn't resist the temptation of the Sandman in his heart. Unable to stand still, Art fell directly to the ground and fell asleep.