Chapter 1090: Seeking Secrets in the Sea of ??Sand (12)
Chapter 1090: Searching for Secrets in the Sea of Sand (12)
Seglade continued to forge the weapon in an orderly manner, and began to heat the steel ingot on the outer skin of the blade red and soften it, and attach it to the inner core.
Keng, Keng, Keng, Keng, Keng. The flattened outer steel ingot is twisted and threaded, wrapping around the inner core, wrapping it very neatly and beautifully.
After the sword core was evenly wrapped with red-hot iron ingots, it had become as thick as a giant stick and could no longer be described as a "giant sword".
How strange. The more Father Odin watched, the more puzzled he became. What on earth is this kid thinking? Is he really planning to forge a giant stick instead of a sword? Only a few people can lift such a huge and heavy weapon.
There are even fewer people who can use it skillfully. There is no market for a weapon that takes so much effort to forge. The investment is huge, but it faces the fate of losing money------Is this really a good thing?
"Okay!" Seglade put the wrapped giant "stick" into the stove and burned it for a while, so that the inner and outer layers of the weapon were perfectly fused together. After being taken out of the stove, this thing had become a
An astonishingly large stick, its quality and quantity alone make it look very scary.
Keng, Keng, Keng, Keng, Keng. Seglade seized the opportunity and struck the giant stick hard, making its shape more perfect and making its inner density more uniform and orderly.
Then, he quickly stuffed the giant stick into a cold water dish and quenched it. There was a sizzling sound accompanied by white smoke coming out of the dish, creating a mist around it.
The weapon has basically taken shape. A useless, heavy weapon that is difficult to use has basically taken shape.
Before the giant stick had completely cooled down, Seglade quickly asked: "Where are the insect pulp that Bediwell left behind? Give me some of it!"
Father Odin held back his sneer and took off a leather water bag from his belt. What was inside was not water, but gold-yellow, half-solidified jelly-like gold bug jelly.
Segred ignored the cooling work of the giant stick and laboriously squeezed the insect slurry in the leather bag into a wooden plate, poured the remaining moonstone powder into it, and mixed it with the insect slurry. All he had to do was
In a moment, the mixture of insect slurry and moonstone powder took shape. It was shimmering, sticky and transparent, like a special kind of clay.
"The final steps." Seglade placed the giant stick on the anvil and began to apply "clay" on the giant stick.
Wrapping another layer of skin? Father Odin was even more confused. How many layers did this leopard plan to wrap on the weapon? With it wrapped like this, the weapon can really be used!?
With quick hands and feet, the young leopard man spread the clay evenly over the giant stick in an instant. It was now thicker and could no longer be simply described as bloated. While the iron was hot, the young leopard man spread the clay layer over the giant stick.
Put it into the stove and bake it. After a few minutes, the clay will be burned hard and turn into another layer of hazy glass.
By the time Seglade took the entire giant stick out of the furnace, it was already a huge crystal rod with an inner layer emitting red high-heat light and an outer layer covered with thick crystal. The crystal layer reflected the inner layer
It has a bright red afterglow, and at the same time absorbs energy from the inner layer to emit its own moonlight shimmer. The whole weapon has a strange beauty.
"Very good, you have made a glass stick that only Hercules can use. Now it's time to put it into the water dish and quench it for the last time to get it into shape." Father Odin said with a sneer.
"No, that's fine, meow." Seglade smiled mysteriously: "We have to wait for it to cool down naturally, meow."
"It's really troublesome." The old man smiled disdainfully: "Isn't it just a stick? How long will it take to wait for it to cool down naturally?"
"About...three hours, meow." Seglade looked at the red-hot radiance in the giant stick and made a rough estimate. The giant stick wrapped in a layer of crystal had poor heat conduction and cooled down.
Extremely slow.
"In three hours, we will know whether this weapon is successful or not," Segled said with a wry smile. Even he himself was not sure what was going on with this weapon. He spent a lot of money
Zhou Zhang, who exhausted all kinds of precious raw materials and made this giant stick based on his intuition, what is the value of it?
Father Odin silently looked at the heavy and thick giant stick wrapped in crystal. There seemed to be some unknown physical, chemical, and photon reactions going on inside the red interior of the giant stick.
Is it an illusion? The giant stick seems to have shrunk a little compared to its original appearance?
At the same time, deep in the Sahara Desert.
In the vast sea of sand, Bedivere's iron cavalry carried King Arthur. Under the instructions of the navigator, it soon joined the dragon cavalry driven by Tristan and Ivan.
Looking from a distance, the dragon rides very slowly, driven by the half-dragon young man Ivan; while the fishman prince Tristan has already got out of the car, holding two unknown instruments in his hands, walking on the sand while detecting.
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"Oh, you must be kidding me!" Bedivere took a closer look and couldn't help complaining.
It turns out that the so-called "metal detector" used by Tristan is not a high-tech thing, but is actually two very primitive L-shaped iron rods.
Tristan was holding the curved ends of the two iron rods in his hands in a funny manner, holding them in front of his chest, just like the oldest ancients, using these two iron rods to detect underground water veins.
This is so unscientific.
Looking at Tristan's serious expression, the werewolf almost spit out a mouthful of old blood: "So your Icelandic national treasure, the so-called ultra-accurate metal detector, is actually two stupid iron rods?! Oh my god, iron rods!
---What kind of superstitious way to find water is this?!"
King Arthur behind Bedivere said nothing and seemed to be trying his best to hold back his laughter. As for who the King of Knights was laughing at, only he himself knew.
Tristan glared at Bedivere fiercely, and said coldly and arrogantly: "You know nothing, you country bumpkin. This is one of the ancient artifacts passed down to the fish people by the Sea King family since ancient times, and its shape is like this. Those passed down by later generations.
Metal detectors of the same shape may all be fake, but these two detectors are indeed genuine and have the capabilities they should have."
"Oh?" Bedivere looked at the fish-man prince with distrust, "Then can you explain how it works? Why can L-type iron detect water and metal tens of thousands of feet below? Forget it if it is a precision electronic instrument.
, but these are obviously two stupid iron rods!"
Tristan squinted and said, "Because this is an artifact made by a super-ancient civilization. What's the principle... uh, geomagnetism?"
"Pffff... That's so good, I just don't believe it." The werewolf mocked the fishman prince mercilessly: "And please! As a prince, you actually hold such unscientific
Things, personally looking for the so-called underground water veins------Aren't you afraid of having an identity?"
"Because this artifact can only be used by people with pure mermaid blood." Ivan on the side couldn't help but replied: "I can't use it even if I want to, I can only watch Tristan slowly looking for it here."
"And he is just wasting our time!" the werewolf glared at Tristan. At this time, King Arthur behind Bedivere laughed even harder, and he couldn't help but sneer.
The werewolf couldn't help but get angry: "Arthur, don't just laugh - they are lazy, you must do something to make these two guys serious!"
"Uh huh huh... They are already very serious. Don't make trouble, Bedivere." King Arthur covered his mouth while laughing, and even went out of tune because he laughed so hard.
But this answer sounded to the werewolf's ears as nothing more than the King of Knights' irresponsible tolerance of Tristan and Ivan. This made the werewolf even more sullen.
At this moment, the two L-shaped metal rods in Tristan's hands suddenly separated. The metal detection rod that was originally pointing straight ahead branched automatically as if it was alive, as if it was reacting to something underground.
"Well, the flow direction of the water veins has changed." Tristan said calmly: "Let me see... (He turned around and adjusted his position) ------ this way!"
After he adjusted the direction of travel, the two metal rods came together again, and finally remained horizontal, pointing forward. Of course, it was an endless sea of sand. From here, there was no oasis in sight for a long distance.
traces of.
"Don't lie, you definitely turned the metal rod with your finger just now." Bediwell said suspiciously: "The result is not that the metal detector told us where to go, but that it was you who had the final say, right? You
In fact, we don’t even know where to go, it’s a complete waste of our time!”
Tristan glared at Bedivere dissatisfied. This chattering werewolf was really annoying sometimes: "Then what do you want?"
"I suggest that everyone return to the battleship first, get a real metal detector from the battleship, and use the power of science to find what we are looking for." Bedivere hummed, "You mermaids should keep this kind of pseudo-scientific product.
Come on, enjoy it by yourself!"
"Ouch!" the fishman prince grunted irritably: "Well! If you don't like hanging out with us here, just take your majesty back to have a rest! We have found the oasis, and we will naturally call you to inform you!"
"Tristan!" Ivan couldn't help shouting, as if he wanted to avenge the injustice.
"Okay, they can't help here anyway!" The fishman prince insisted on sending Bediwell away to prevent the werewolf from continuing to chirp.
The two of them are simply incompatible beings. A small friction will cause a big quarrel. Coupled with the long exposure in the desert, people will have bad tempers. No matter how good-tempered a person is, he will not care about things.
There is also a limit to tolerance. If this continues, they will only cause more troubles because of a boring quarrel--and this is not what Tristan wants to see.
Therefore, Tristan would rather suffer more losses and continue searching for oasis under the scorching sun than go with Bedivere.
At this moment, King Arthur spoke.
Like a prank, the King of Knights made a very strange request: "Tristan, why don't you let Bedivere use those two metal detectors? Maybe after he uses them, he will have some idea of the authenticity of this prop.