The enchanting process is actually to permanently or semi-permanently imprint a certain sequence of secret texts on the corresponding items. When you want to use them, you can activate them by instilling spirituality.

This process requires a large number of precious raw materials. For example, it is impossible for ordinary metals to carry secret text imprints. For example, special elements and steps are required to imprint secret text on metals.

Now Shire has no special materials or spiritual power. So how can he imprint the secret text on the metal and activate it afterwards is uncertain.

This is a process full of unknowns and requires constant exploration. That's what Charles thought at first.

However, when he began to really learn to make a blacksmith, or actually try this enchantment process, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have a "shortcut" to choose...

By the river and in front of the anvil, staring at the iron sword in front of him that had just been quenched into pieces within a few minutes. Charles looked a little dazed.

"Why is this happening?"

The Kuanliang dwarf who was responsible for teaching him the ironworking knowledge was also stunned and stared at the large number of metal fragments on the anvil.

These fragments are not simple, only four or five pieces, but they are crushed into pieces like they are crushed into slag, shattering them into pieces. They shine in the sunlight.

"The heat...is impossible...is there something wrong with the ore?"

After patting his butt and standing up from the ground, the dwarf from the Kuanliang tribe began to turn around the anvil and study it, with a puzzled look.

It looks abnormal if it breaks into this shape.

Iron cannot be so brittle.

why is that?

Looking at the anvil in front of him, the dwarf fell into deep contemplation.

Shire ignored his confusion, but turned around and came to the river not far away, squatted down to wash his hands, and looked at his reflection in the river, looking happy.

The dwarf didn't know why the thing suddenly shattered, but Charles actually knew it very well.

Because of the words on Jian Pi, several words that were originally still existed but gradually disappeared with forging.

The dwarves mainly rely on molds made in advance on swords or shield equipment.

However, this craft is much more cumbersome than normal forging, and the finished products obtained are no different from normal ones. Generally speaking, only elves will have to work hard to carve exquisite patterns or text on the equipment.

Because of the secret text, Charles is quite fond of this method, and he mainly learned this process during this period.

Just now, it was the first time he had made a semi-finished product. He was constantly forging with a hammer, but the sword suddenly broke.

Why it breaks?

Because of magic!

Or, because of the will magic that this world possesses!

Usually, elves have the chance to create magic items among the items they make, so the sword casting is naturally no exception.

Shire could have clearly felt that he had "activated" this power during the forging process.

So if he followed the normal process, the sword he made should have some extraordinary abilities - either sharper, or very light and so on.

However, it broke.

The reason why Shale was broken was not clear, but he had no doubt about the source of the broken, it must be because of the secret text.

Because there is no other reason besides this.

"conflict?"

"If there is conflict, then it is possible to merge... The secret text of another world is integrated with the magic of this world!"

With this idea in mind, Charle was extremely excited, and then, under the shocked gaze of the dwarf, he began to continue forging with an impatient look on his face.

Smelting, out-of-baking, molding, creating, quenching, cooling, shattering...

I am constantly busy day after day, from morning to night, day after day.

Shire was concentrating on the ironclad and rarely paid attention to foreign affairs except for important matters.

Near this Green Island, the sound of jingling by the river not far from Nando Station is always continuous.

Mastering the temperature of the furnace, the technique of forging metal, the timing of quenching into a sword... From being unfamiliar to being proficient, everything is progressing in an orderly manner.

Relying on his unique spiritual talent, Charles' acceptance of the knowledge taught by the dwarves was astonishing.

However, he never created a real sword.

It's broken, broken, broken every time...

The Kuanliang dwarf who taught him was confused about this at first, and he also came up with many solutions, and even called other Firebeard dwarf blacksmiths to think together.

However, gradually, he completely gave up on the entanglement of this issue.

Every time Charles swung his hammer to smash the sword, he would squat not far away as he had expected, looking distracted, and no longer have any hope for his king apprentice.

Relatively speaking, among the Nando elves, other apprentices who followed the dwarf blacksmiths to make progress very quickly.

The elves have skillful minds and sharp senses, and their learning speed is far from ordinary.

It is impossible for normal weapons, but during this period, they have been able to make some small objects.

In addition to the progress of the forging of the Nando elves, thousands of dwarf figures have also begun to become busy in the "island" far away at the end of sight.

Their mission was not to start building a city, but to prepare to build a bridge, a very challenging bridge across the long river.

Only when the bridge is repaired can there be a road to transport various materials and stone ores into the island smoothly.

Otherwise, if you want to build a city with the trees alone, you will have no way to start - unless you use wood to fool them all.

A single bridge is already a huge project, let alone a city that can carry tens of thousands of scales. The time for the entire task to be completed is based on age.

It is obvious that it is impossible to see too many results in a while.

The dwarves were responsible for construction, the elves were responsible for logistics and assistance, and the elves army far away in the north gradually formed a scale.

From the beginning two or three hundred people, to four or five hundred, to about eight hundred.

The thriving appearance of the entire ethnic group "infected" many salted fish elves, and the number of troops heading north to join the army has been increasing, which has delayed the complicated work in the Green Island Camp.

But Charles is happy to see it happening.

The kings of the tribes are all powerful places to gather, but only the army is the sharp blade to defend their homeland.

No matter how good or beautiful the royal capital is built, if there is no sharp enough sword to protect it, it will be just a loft in the air and will sooner or later.

In short, everything is developing in a positive direction. After several months of hard work, the dwarves in the blue mountains finally organized their troops and moved towards the enemy they had already observed.

This is the second operation that can be called a military war since the birth of the Dwarves, and they are very excited about it.

The dwarves have tough temperaments, thick skin and flesh, which are far more adaptable to war than humans and even elves. Although this is not obvious now, it has already shown signs.
Chapter completed!