647. Chapter 647. The Steamboat

Each casting room has only a simple number, from the outermost to the innermost, there are a total of thirty-six casting rooms.

This shows that when the Association of Blacksmiths was at its peak, there were thirty-six master-level blacksmiths.

A master-level blacksmith is an existence second only to a master craftsman, equivalent to Contra in the soul master class. Every master-level blacksmith can create powerful weapons and equipment, which can completely transform a mortal army.

But now, there are only five casting rooms that make the sound of iron striking.

Obviously, with the continuous development of the soul master group, the importance of the mortal army has shown a downward trend, and the life of these master-level blacksmiths is also difficult, slipping from the peak period to the present stage.

If the current trend is followed, in another few decades or nearly a hundred years, I am afraid that there may only be one or two master-level blacksmiths left in the Blacksmiths Association. It will become a yellow flower of yesterday, completely disappear in the long river of history, and will only exist in history textbooks for future generations to consult.

In fact, after the development of Douluo Continent for a thousand years, that is, in the second part, there was basically no blacksmith's appearance, and the popularity of soul guides was replaced.

Full of curiosity, Yang Ming stood outside the door of a casting room, secretly looking at the equipment made by a master-level blacksmith inside.

This master-level blacksmith who is over sixty years old has a head of white hair, holding his upper body, shirtless, revealing a strong tendon, his arm is as thick as an ordinary person's thigh, and holding a large weight in his right hand. The iron hammer weighed at least six hundred kilograms, but in the hands of this master-level blacksmith, it seemed as light as a feather, and he swung it like a tiger with vigor.

Today, the master-level blacksmith is forging an armor, and there is already a pair of armor hanging beside him.

The armor is head-protected with a hood, and there are ear protectors rolled up on both sides of the hood. The hood is also adorned with a collar that hangs down to the back of the shoulder to protect the neck; , making a raised arc-shaped pattern; the shoulders are covered with shawls, and the arms are covered with arm guards; the waist is tied, and there are two knee skirts under the belt to protect the thighs, and the calves are wrapped with "hanging legs" .

I have to say that the master-level blacksmith here still has something.

This piece of armor not only takes into account the characteristics of durability and beauty, but also fits the human body very well. Wearing it will not affect the normal activities of others, and the weight is not very heavy.

only……

Yang Ming just shook his head.

If there were no martial souls in this world, no dazzling martial arts civilization, and only ordinary people, with this armor alone, a mortal army would be able to add 30% of its combat power, and its safety would be greatly improved, allowing it to fight to the greatest extent. Guarantee the survivability of a soldier.

But so what?

With armor like this, even if Yang Ming is not a strong soul saint, but just a great soul master around level 20, with any skill, he can successfully break through the defense and kill the soldiers behind the armor.

Judging from the craftsmanship of this armor, the cost of making such an armor is not low, and it takes a lot of materials and a considerable amount of time.

But such good equipment couldn't withstand the blow of the great soul master.

It has to be said that this is a biting irony.

At this time, Silong, who had left one step earlier, returned, but he did not bring the teacher, and bowed to Yang Ming in apologetic panic.

"Master Yang Ming, I'm very sorry, it's inconvenient for the teacher to leave the research room right now, he invites you to go."

Yang Ming didn't get angry either. After all, he came here this time hoping to recruit these master craftsmen and master-level blacksmiths.

What's more, Yang Ming probably knows that the profession of blacksmith is no different from a technical geek. It seems acceptable to be trapped in a room all day long to study in depth, with a bit of a weird temper and not so sophisticated.

In front of Silong Siyu's restless face, Yang Ming smiled casually.

"It doesn't matter, let's lead the way."

A big stone in Silong's heart was finally let go, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and he and Siyu looked at each other, feeling like they were alive after a catastrophe.

It has to be said that Yang Ming has grown up to this stage, even if he doesn't take the initiative to release the domineering aura, but he still has a shocking temperament, which makes people subconsciously feel awe.

Siyu Silong led the way, walked to the innermost No. 1 casting room and stopped, stood respectfully by the door, raised his hand and knocked on the metal door.

There was no sound of forging coming from this casting room.

After knocking on the door, Silong said softly:

"Teacher, Lord Yang Ming is here."

After a while, an old voice came from inside.

"Please come in, it's not convenient for me to move around now."

Not long after his words fell, accompanied by a series of machine sounds, the wide iron door slowly slid open, revealing the bright room inside. The strange thing is that there are no windows in this casting room, the reason why it is so bright , it turned out to be because there is a magic lamp hanging on the roof of the room, which is really quite extravagant.

Siyu Silong stood on both sides of the gate and made a gesture of invitation.

"Master Yang Ming, please."

Yang Ming nodded slightly, put his hands behind his back, and walked in slowly.

Not long after he entered, the iron door closed automatically again behind him, which was extremely miraculous.

As soon as he came in, Yang Ming quickly fixed his gaze on a short and fat old man.

He is only about 1.6 meters tall, but his waistline is probably 1.6 meters. He has protruding ears, small eyes, and short messy hair. It looks like he hasn't washed it for many days. There was something like metal powder on his chubby face.

Needless to say, it is known that the short and fat old man in front of him is the current president of the Blacksmiths Association, a master craftsman Lou Gao.

At this moment, this fat old man was sitting on a metal chair, with metal-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, holding a pen in his right hand and a steel ruler in his left hand, and was gesturing on a piece of rice paper.

Yang Ming came behind Lou Gao and observed what the master craftsman was studying.

Maybe it was fascinated by the research, or maybe it was not vigilant, Lou Gao didn't stop it, and his hands didn't stop.

Lou Gao's professional ability is very strong. The things written and drawn on rice paper are very rigorous. Every inch and every centimeter is given to you down to a few tenths. The details produce results, and the overall look is extremely shocking.

What shocked Yang Ming even more was what Lou Gao was painting.

This is actually a steam ship!