Chapter 472: Master's Instinct (3/110)

Chapter 472 Master's Instinct (3110)

Speaking of his favorite gun, Arnold could not hide his pride, and he patted his old buddy and said, "This gun is called the Elf Bloodthorn, and it is considered to be an ancient relic. It was produced in the period of the Elven Empire, thousands of years Over the years, after countless masters, they are still unabated. They are unparalleled in the world, but it is difficult to find a second one. Their forging process has long been lost in the long river of history.

It has also been passed down for four generations in our Strachey family, and we have already discovered its unique advantages in horse warfare, but it does not have the imitation popular type. Ordinary hardwood lacks enough hardness, and it is made of fine steel, which is hard enough, but It lacks toughness and is too heavy to dance for a long time even at the knight level.

The biggest advantage of this kind of spear is that it is full of agility, can be flexible or rigid, and can be bent into a bow when it is soft. Even an Odin orc in heavy armor can easily fly them with the help of inertia. At that time, everything is invincible, even ordinary iron armor can be penetrated. "

Arnold said while making gestures.

The elf blood thorn was in his hand, and it was bent into a big bow for a while, and he thrust it hard, and poked big holes in the hard rocky ground.

"So, up to now, the Broken Blood Cavalry is still based on the Broken Head Sword. If the Lord wants to equip his Lord's Guards with spears, he must first solve the weapon problem." Arnold's smile is obviously full of cunning. proud.

The deal Sean proposed to him just now included spear skills.

He nodded and agreed almost without thinking, because there is a natural trap in it.

The forging of spears!

If you don't have enough spears, the so-called learning spear skills is basically nonsense.

I agree to the conditions, but whether or not the conditions can be met is none of my business.

"Follow me, everyone." Sean didn't explain anything, and nodded to Arnold, Dick Long, and Father Locke, signaling them to follow him.

After walking a few steps, I remembered something, turned to Arnold and said, "Is the general okay?"

It was a typical wheel battle just now. After the one-on-one and melee battles, his physical strength has been drained for countless times. The blood-sucking Shadow Vine's magic-absorbing spells have been thrown on him a lot, and his spirit has been tossed and sluggish. .

"It's nothing serious." Arnold shrugged. "Compared to fighting fiercely for seven days and seven nights on the prairie and rushing madly for thousands of kilometers, this is nothing at all. I'm just a little hungry. If I can have something to eat, then It’s the best, I’ve been in your northern fortress for half a year, afraid of being discovered, even if there is food, I don’t dare to eat more, I haven’t known what it’s like to be full for a long time.”

After hearing what he said, everyone realized that although Arnold was strong, it was purely due to his large frame, and the flesh on his face was obviously a little sunken.

For the champion knight with a super-eating appetite, this situation can only occur in one case, and that is chronic food deprivation.

In other words, Arnold is not in his peak state now, and he still has a hunger and weakness BUFF on his body.

Obviously, the life of rats in the northern fortress for more than half a year was not easy.

"I have a small bag of nuts here, the general will take it first!"

"I have a bag of peanuts here, the general will eat them first!"

"I have a pack of jerky here!"

"I still have three big buns here!"

"I have a few more cakes here!"

The mountain Kentana barbarian soldiers headed by Papa Locke generously donated their pockets and paid for their own money. They actually took out a lot of food, all kinds of snacks and staple foods.

Sean is not surprised. The barbarians in the mountainous Kentana are known to be big eaters. They are large in stature, consume a lot of daily energy, and naturally have a large appetite, so they are more likely to be hungry. I'm afraid there are not many, especially in the face of the invasion of the Kentana barbarians, the living and hunting areas are shrinking day by day, and the food is more scarce.

Although the Yongye army leader supported some of their daily necessities, the Yongye army leader was also at the peak of food consumption at that time. Most of the food was imported from Sophilia, and he was living tightly. How could it be possible? If they are supplied in unlimited quantities, the chances of being full are naturally less.

Now that they have joined the Yong Ye army leader, naturally they can't make things difficult for them in this area, regardless of whether the food is good or bad, it is necessary to be full!

They are like mice that fell into a rice bowl, not to mention that kind of happiness, the low level of resistance is not only beyond the imagination of Locke’s father, but also a bit beyond Sean’s. Up to now, there is no case of mountain Kentana A conflict erupted between the savages who were dissatisfied with resettled life.

This situation must have occurred because the preparations of the Yong Ye army leader exceeded their expectations. Naturally, there is only satisfaction, no dissatisfaction. The simpler the temperament, the easier it is to be satisfied.

It's just that they are afraid of being poor, and when they are full, they will stuff it into their pockets, even though they know that they will have their next meal 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 unfortunately I have never eaten them in large quantities!" Arnold didn't dislike them, no matter how long they had been holding those big buns, It was all crushed and deformed, and it was sent to his own mouth when he pulled it.

Those who come from the military, especially those who have fought tough battles, usually don't have so many faults and particularities. Even if they have, a super long-distance march can be worn out forever.

Arnold's gluttonous appearance, which never refuses to come, is very similar to the temper of the barbarians in the mountainous Kentana, all grinning, showing a simple and honest smile.

In just ten minutes, Arnold swept the hidden food in the hands of these mountain Kentana barbarian soldiers into his stomach, patted his belly that was not bulging and said: "Finally, I feel that there is something in my stomach." Things are no longer empty, my lord, let’s continue, with these bottoms, it’s enough to last a day and a night.”

"Come with me!" Sean nodded and walked down first. He knew that Arnold was definitely not bragging, but the physical fitness of the champion knight, which is indeed so terrifying.

Under the leadership of Sean, the group went straight to the northern fortress arsenal.

They were fighting under the mage tower in full swing, and the arsenal was not affected at all, and they were still busy in full swing, even though the sun had already set in the west.

Since Xiao En led a group of master craftsmen in the arsenal to bulge out the tower of perception, the research here has completely fallen into a state of madness.

People need rest, but the tower of perception does not!

Round-the-clock rotation around the clock.

What 996, there is basically no such thing here.

Most are 597.

Start work at 5:00 in the morning and leave work at 9:00 in the evening. There is no such thing as a break at all, seven days a week.

If it weren't for their sleep time, they had to go to the residential area, they might just take over the arsenal as their home and eat and live here.

It's not that Sean is a slave owner, and he crazily oppresses and persecutes them.

The situation was almost the opposite. Xiao En was afraid that they would be overworked and fall to their own jobs, causing the Yongye Army Leader to lose the master craftsmen he had cultivated with great difficulty. He always forced them to rest and strictly prohibited them from working continuously for more than twelve hours. , not to allow continuous rotation day and night.

But if the supervision was not in place, they sneaked into their research room and refused to come out.

Not crazy, not live.

Basically, they are talking about this wave of people.

They were able to stand out from the crowd of the Yong Ye army leader, and to reach the present level, relying on this madness to study.

For them, the work in the arsenal is not just a job, but also their love.

Especially the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction that comes from researching new and useful things is not what money can give them.

Of course, Sean has never been stingy with his rewards.

But there are very few of these people who really work for money.

The result of this kind of crazy work attitude is that it took them only three months to fully understand the undead bone armor, and it took another two months to come up with a highly feasible magic reform plan, which is now in a state of continuous improvement. Final stage of commissioning.

Especially the formation of the Lord's Guards is near. This kind of magically modified bone armor will enter a state of mass transformation and production. Famous masters basically live and eat here, and their eyes are like rabbits.

Hearing that their lord has arrived, the entire arsenal was in a state of panic.

Even if Xiao En is afraid that Sean will be held accountable in this regard, and he is also afraid of formally placing an order for the mass production of the magic-reformed bone armor, this is somewhat close.

"My lord, why do you have time to come here?" Master Bazel rushed out after hearing the news, and said with a smile, "We are not working overtime now, but a shift system. Rest for more than an hour."

Sean snorted, but did not expose Master Bazel's lies. Now that the entire northern fortress is under his nose, how many hours these craftsmen sleep every day, can he not count?

He hasn't spared time yet. When he does, he will create a health file for each of them and supervise their work and rest. He will just see how they play tricks with him.

These master craftsmen sometimes work hard to make people feel distressed.

Xiao En is glad that there is such a group of people in the Eternal Night Army. With their existence, why doesn't the Eternal Night Army be prosperous?

"Where is Master Amos!" Sean asked, he was looking for the master Amos who is best at forging weapons in the arsenal.

"Master Amos, today is the night shift, and it's not time for him to start work yet, Lord Lord, wait a moment, I'll send someone to rush!" Master Bazel replied hastily.

"No need." Shawn shook his head, rejecting the other party's proposal, "It's the same if you're here, is there any stock of the finished brass camphor wood for making bows, the kind that hasn't broken down into roots!"

"Yes, how can our arsenal lack that thing? Most of the ballistas I developed recently use this." Master Bazel said familiarly.

His main direction of attack is equipment manufacturing, especially good at siege equipment. When it comes to wood, it is definitely his old profession.

"General Arnold, can I borrow your long gun." Sean turned his head to Arnold and said.

"Please." Arnold generously handed over the elven blood thorn. He somewhat understood that Sean was going 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. full of complexity.

That is to say, I hope that Xiao En will fail, let him slap him in the face, suffer a dull loss, and hit his hateful appearance that is always in his hands.

I also hope that Xiao En can surprise him and bring him surprises. Why doesn't he want to bring a cavalry out to accompany him across the grasslands? The Broken Head Sword of the Broken Blood Cavalry is domineering, but it always lacks such a feeling.

Before Sean could speak, Master Bazel had reached out to take the elven blood thorn, caressing the patterns on it as if stroking a lover's skin, and praised sincerely: "Good gun, the talisman on it The text is not from the period of the ancient Andis Empire, but should belong to the period of the Elf Empire, which is very valuable for research, sir, are you going to let us study the structure of the above runes? I will start now."

Although Master Bazel is not a warlock, he has been in the northern fortress arsenal for a long time, and has a deep understanding of basic runes and magic circuits, and he can see the mystery of the elf blood thorn at a glance.

"Don't worry about it." Sean shook his head and said, "I want Master Bazel to use brass camphor wood to imitate one according to its appearance, isn't it difficult?"

"This is too simple, everyone, please follow me and wait for me for an hour." Master Bazel led the group to his research room.

"You wait here!" Father Locke threw the team of mountain Kentana barbarian soldiers who had been following them all the time outside the northern fortress arsenal.

These buildings are a bit too narrow for them, and it is difficult for such a group of burly men to squeeze in.

Any work, if done well enough and methodical, will have a pleasing feeling.

The same is true of the carpentry craftsmanship of master Bazel.

A hard brass camphor wood as thick as an arm was quickly disassembled, polished, and shaped by it.

During this process, Master Bazel also played tricks with the elven blood thorn.

Take a tool to measure and weigh it in a while.

After a while, the target was set up again, and Arnold was asked to use different postures and strengths to conduct stabbing tests.

At the last moment, he even put it on the tool rack and squeezed it hard to make it into a bow shape. The arc of pressure was so large that Arnold's eyelids jumped when he saw it, lest the other party would take it off, he gave his precious spear to play with. It was folded, but what I handed over just now was too free and easy. Wouldn't it be a shame to ask for it back now?

Fortunately, the elf blood thorn was strong enough, and no such tragedy occurred.

After all the experiments were finished, a long brass camphor wood pole on the other side had been processed, polished and waxed.

The brass camphor pole processed by Master Bazel is not exactly the same as the elf blood thorn.

The elf blood thorns are very uniform in thickness, while the brass camphor pole is thicker at one end and thinner at the other end. Although it is not obvious, it does exist.

This also caused the tail of the brass camphor pole to be thicker than the elf's blood thorn, and the head to be thinner.

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: "My lord, I have just verified the exact data of this weapon. The mystery of this weapon is not only the material, but also the connection with the The magic circuits are inseparable. It is preliminarily speculated that there are at least two major magic circuits, the solid and the sharp, but these magic circuits are somewhat different from ours.

Our magic circuit is mainly activated actively, but the magic circuit on it seems to have passive characteristics, without external force, and exists forever. This is more valuable for research.

The lord made the right choice. The brass camphor wood itself has this characteristic, regardless of its toughness or firmness. However, in terms of texture, the brass camphor wood is slightly inferior. It seems a bit light, but it also has advantages. Under the same weight, it Can do longer.

It is also very interesting to grab the tip of this long spear. Its weight is about the same as that of wood. There is no similar metal in our territory. If you use steel to grab the tip, it must be heavy. After the tip, it is just able to achieve balance. "

Master Bazel wrapped an iron wire around the thinner end of the long brass camphor pole, as a substitute for grabbing the tip, and threw it backhanded to General Arnold, saying: "Try it, general, to see how it feels. What's the ratio of your gun to?"

Facing Master Bazel's analysis, Sean could only nod his head frequently, let alone other people, who were already dumbfounded.

Because of self-knowledge, they didn't say anything unnecessary.

Sean only mentioned a piece of brass camphor wood, and then asked Arnold to hand over the elven blood thorn to Master Bazel. The rest was just watching, and he didn't say what he was going to do from the beginning to the end.

Master Bazel took out what they wanted every minute as if he knew it by heart.

Is this the instinct of a master craftsman?