The Origin of Arcane

Speaking of his love gun, Arnold had an unbearable pride on his face. He patted his old man and said, "This gun is called an elf blood stab. It is considered to be an ancient relic. It was produced during the elf empire. Over the years, after countless masters, they are still unabated, unparalleled in the world and dare not say, but it is difficult to find the second handle. Their forging technology has long been lost in the long history.

It has also been passed down in our Strache family for four generations. It has already discovered its unique advantages in horse warfare, but it does not have the imitative popular type. Ordinary hardwood lacks sufficient hardness. Made of stainless steel, the hardness is enough, but Lack of toughness, weight is too terrifying, even the knight-level can not dance for a long time.

The biggest advantage of this kind of spear is that it is flexible, flexible and rigid. When it is flexible, it can be bent into a bow. Even an Odin orc in heavy armor can easily pick them up with the help of inertia. At the time, it is invincible, and ordinary iron armor can also be penetrated. "

　　 Arnold said, and gestured.

　　 The blood stab of the elf was in his hand, bending into a big bow for a while, stabbing hard, and poking big holes in the hard rock ground.

"So, up to now, the Broken-mouthed Blood Cavalry is still dominated by the broken head sword. If the Lord Lord wants to equip his Lord's Guards with a long spear, he must first solve the weapon problem." Arnold's smile clearly showed a hint of cunning and proud.

　　 The trade that Sean mentioned to him just now included spear skills.

　　 He almost nodded and agreed, because there was a natural trap inside.

　　The forging of the spear!

　　 If there are not enough spears, the so-called learning spear technique is basically nonsense.

　　 I promised you the conditions, but it’s not my business to meet the conditions.

　　 "Everyone, come with me." Shaun didn't explain anything, and nodded at Arnold, Dick Long, and Daddy Locke, motioning them to follow him.

　　After walking a few steps, he remembered something, turned his head and said to Arnold: "There is nothing wrong with the general's body, right?"

It was just a typical wheel fight, singled out and melee, his physical strength has been drained several times, I don’t know how many times, the blood-sucking shadow vine magic method is not less lost on him, and the spirit is tossed down. .

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

　　 Hearing what he said, everyone found that although Arnold was strong, it was purely a big skeleton, and the flesh on his face was obviously concave.

　　 For the champion knight with a super appetite, this situation can only occur in one situation, and that is the long-term lack of food.

　　 In other words, Arnold is not in his peak state now, and he has a hungry and weak buff on him.

　　 Obviously, the rat life in the northern fortress for half a year has not been difficult.

　　 "I have a small bag of nuts here. The general will take the mat first!"

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

　　 "I have a bag of jerky here!"

　　 "I have three big buns here!"

　　 "I still have some cakes here!"

　　The mountain barbarian soldiers of Kentana headed by Papa Locke generously donated their money, digging out of themselves, and unexpectedly took out a lot of food, a variety of snacks and staple foods.

Sean is not surprised, the mountain Kentana barbarians are well-known big stomach kings, large in stature, large daily consumption, natural appetite, more hungry, since the day of birth, the number of times they have eaten their stomachs I'm afraid there are not many, especially in the face of the Kentana barbarian invasion, the living hunting area is gradually narrowing, and food is even more scarce.

Although Yongye Army leader supported some of their living supplies, Yongye Army leader also belonged to the peak period of food consumption at that time. Most of the food was imported from Sophia Liya, and he lived tightly. How could it be possible? Unlimited supply to them, naturally fewer opportunities to eat.

　　 has joined the Yongye Army leader now, so naturally they can't be embarrassed in this area, regardless of the food is good or bad, it is necessary to be full!

They are like mice falling into the rice tank. Don’t mention the happiness. The resistance is so low that it is not only beyond Daddy Locke’s imagination, but also a bit beyond Sean’s. Up to now, there is no case of Mountain Kentana. The barbarians were dissatisfied with the settlement life and the conflict broke out.

　　This situation must be because the preparations of the Yongye army leaders exceeded their expectations. Naturally, there is only satisfaction, and no dissatisfaction. The simpler the temperament, the easier it is to be satisfied.

　　 It’s just that they are scared of being poor, and when they are full, they will swipe into their pockets, even if they know that they are not hungry, the next meal will be served.

　　 comes in handy now.

"Thank you! Thank you! This is good, this is good, I like the big buns you have the most, but unfortunately I have never let go of it!" Arnold doesn't dislike it, regardless of how long the big buns have been held by them. They are all deformed, and they are sent to their own mouths.

　　 Military backgrounds, especially those who have fought tough battles, usually don’t have so many faults and particularities. Even if there were, a super long-distance march can be a life-threatening experience.

　　 The gluttonous appearance of Arnold, who is always coming, is very similar to the temper of the mountain savages of Kentana, one by one, grinning, showing a simple smile.

In just ten minutes, Arnold swept the hidden food in the hands of these mountainous Kentana barbarian soldiers into his stomach. He patted his belly without seeing any bulging belly and said, "Finally I feel a little bit in my stomach. Things are no longer empty, Lord Lord, let's go on, with these bottoms, enough for a day and a night."

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

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

　　 They are fighting under the mage tower in full swing, the arsenal is not affected at all, they are still busy in full swing, even if the sun has already set in the west.

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

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

　　 turns around twenty-five hours a day.

　　 What 996, there is basically no such thing here.

　　 is mostly 597.

　　 I started get off work at 5 in the morning and left work at 9 in the evening. I went around seven days a week without any rest.

　　 If it weren't for their sleep time, they had to go to the residential area, and they would just take the arsenal directly and live here.

　　 It's not Sean, but the slave owner, crushing them crazily.

The situation was almost the opposite. Xiao En, fearing that they would be overworked, fell on his job, causing Yongyejun to lose the master craftsmen who had finally been trained. He always forced them to rest and strictly prohibited them from working for more than twelve points. , And it’s not allowed to spin around day and night.

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

Not crazy, not live.

　　 basically refers to their wave of people.

　　 They can stand out from the large population led by Yong Yejun, to the present level, relying on this madman's research energy.

　　 For them, the job in the arsenal is not just a job, it is their love.

　　Especially when they discover useful and new things, the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction can't be given to them by money.

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

　　 But these people, who really work for money, are rare.

As a result of this crazy work attitude, they only took three months to fully consume the undead bone armor, and it took another two months to come up with a highly feasible magic reform plan, and they are now incessantly. The final stage of commissioning.

Especially with the formation of the Lord’s Guards nearby, this kind of magic-modified bone armor will enter a mass production state. The arsenal will become tighter from top to bottom, regardless of Sean’s emphasis on the prohibition of continuous rotation. The famous masters basically eat and live here, each with his eyes like rabbits.

　　 I heard that my lord was coming, and the whole arsenal was fluttering.

　　 I am afraid that Sean will be held accountable in this respect, and that he is afraid of officially placing orders for mass production of the Bone Armor.

"My lord, why are you free to come here?" Master Bazel heard the news, rushed out, and said with a smile, "We are not working overtime now, but under the shift system. Every worker is guaranteed to be normal. Rest for more than an hour."

　　 Sean snorted and did not pierce the lies of Master Bazel. Now the entire northern fortress is under his nose. How many hours a day these craftsmen sleep, can he not count?

　　 He hasn't used his time yet. When he does his best, he will build a health record and supervise their work and rest. He will see how they play with him.

　　 These masters sometimes work hard to make people feel distressed.

　　 Xiao En is grateful that the Yong Ye Army leader has such a group of people. With their existence, why not worry about the Yong Ye Army leader's prosperity?

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

　　 "Master Amos, today is the night shift, before his work time, Lord Lord wait a moment, I will send someone to rush!" Master Bazel hurriedly replied.

　　 "No need." Xiao En shook his head and rejected the other party's proposal, "It's the same if you are there. Is there any inventory of the finished brass camphor wood for bow making, the kind that hasn't been broken down into roots yet!"

　　 "Yes, how can our arsenal lack that stuff? 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, that is definitely his old line.

　　 "General Arnold, can you borrow your spear to use it?" Sean turned his head to Arnold.

"Please." Arnold generously handed the elf blood stab up. He understood it somewhat. Sean was planning to prove the feasibility of making a spear with actual actions. His strong curiosity was aroused, and he was still in the mood. It's complicated.

　　 I hope that Sean will fail, let him slap him face-to-face, suffer a boring loss, and strike a blow at the hateful appearance that he always holds Zhizhu.

　　 I also hoped that Sean could be unexpected and surprise him. He didn't want to bring a Lancer to accompany him on the grassland. The domineering sword of the broken head and blood horse was certainly domineering, but there was always less feeling.

Before Xiao En could speak, Master Bazel had already taken the initiative to reach out and take the blood stab of the elves, just like touching the skin of a lover, carefully stroking the pattern on it, and exclaiming sincerely: "Good gun, the symbol on it. The text is not from the ancient Andis Empire period, it should belong to the Elven Empire period. It is of great research value. Lord Lord, are you going to let us study the rune structure above? I will start now."

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

　　 "Don't worry about this." Xiao En 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, please come with me and wait for me for an hour." Master Bazel led the group to his research room.

　　 "You guys are waiting here!" Daddy Locke threw the group of mountain Kentana barbarian soldiers who had been following behind them, outside the North Fortress arsenal.

　　 Some of these buildings are too narrow for them. It is difficult for such a group of big men to squeeze in.

　　Any job, if you do it well enough and methodically, you will have a pleasing feeling.

　　The same goes for the carpenter craftsmanship of Master Bazel.

　　The hard brass camphor wood with a thick arm is quickly disassembled, polished and shaped.

　　 In this process, Master Bazel also played tricks with the elf blood stab.

　　 will take a tool to measure and weigh it.

　　 After a while, he set up the target again, and asked Arnold to use different postures and strengths to perform a stabbing test.

At the last time, he put it on the tool rack and squeezed it hard to turn it into a bow shape. The arc of pressure was large. Arnold's eyelids jumped, lest the other party would play off, and he gave his baby spear to play. It was folded, but what I just handed it was too free and easy. Isn't it a shameful thing to ask for it back now?

　　 Fortunately, the elf blood stab is strong enough, and there is no such tragedy.

　　 After all the tests are finished, a long brass camphor wood rod on the other side has been processed, polished and waxed.

　　The long brass camphor rod processed by the master Bazel is not exactly the same as the blood spur of the elves.

　　 Elf blood thorns are uniform in thickness, and the brass camphor rod is thick and thin at the other end. Although it is not very obvious, it does exist.

　　 This also caused the brass camphor long rod to have a thicker tail than the elf blood thorn, and its head to be thinner.

　　In terms of length, the brass camphor rod obviously grows by nearly one-third.

Before Sean could ask, Master Bazel had already explained: "Lord Lord, I have just verified the accurate data of this weapon. The mystery of this weapon is not only the material, but also the The magic circuits are inseparable. It is preliminary speculated that ~www.readwn.com~ there are at least two major magic circuits, solid and sharp, but these magic circuits are a little different from ours.

　　 Our magic circuit is mainly active, but the magic circuit above it seems to have passive characteristics, does not require external force, and lasts forever. This is of more research value.

Lord Lord’s choice is right. Brass camphor wood has its own characteristics in terms of toughness and firmness. However, in terms of texture, brass camphor wood is slightly inferior. It appears a bit lighter, but it has advantages. Under the same weight, it Can do longer.

This long gun is also very interesting to grab the tip. The weight is almost the same as wood. There is no similar metal in our territory. If we use steel to grab the tip, the weight must be very heavy. Therefore, I made a little change to it as a whole. After the tip, balance can just be achieved. "

Master Bazel wrapped iron wire around the thinner end of the brass camphor rod. Instead of grabbing the tip, he threw it to General Arnold with his backhand: "The general will give it a try and see how it feels like yours. How's your spear ratio?"

　　 Facing Master Bazel’s analysis, Sean only nodded frequently, let alone other people, already dumbfounded.

　　 Because they knew it was always, they didn't say anything extra.

　　 Sean only mentioned a brass camphor wood, and then asked Arnold to hand over the elf blood stab to Master Bazel, and the rest was just watching, without saying what he was going to do from beginning to end.

　　 Master Bazel, just like Xin Jingshen, took out what they wanted in minutes.

　　 Does this belong to the instinct of a master?