Chronicles of Primordial Wars

There are no new bronze tools in the newly built casting room, only some ordinary copper utensils at most.

After the last accident, Shao Xuan and the others in the casting room looked for the cause of the explosion, and finally found out that the crystal heart would react so much, and the result was because of the new bronze.

In general, there is no reaction when the two are put together, but at high temperatures, tools that contain blue-faced fang blood can change with the crystal heart, such as a sudden explosion. Or, most importantly, the blood of the blue-faced fangs. In the foundry where the copper was forged, it can be said that there were traces of new bronze everywhere, so that the fryer incident would make sense.

When forging the heart of the crystal, it is not possible to add the green fang of the animal blood, the flaming horn people are worried that the quality of the equipment created will not be too good. In their view, the blue fang of the animal blood is the necessary material for a good instrument.

But Shao Xuan didn't think so, even if it wasn't made with new bronze, it shouldn't be much worse.

A new material, always exciting. Even though it is disappointing to find it impossible to add blue-faced tooth blood, the expectations for new materials have not faded.

Those who were not seriously injured in the accident last time have recovered for almost a few days. They are also Totem warriors and highly resilient. These days, Shao Xuan and I have been studying the beaten heart in the casting room and trying to build equipment.

Controlling the size of the furnace fire, even replacing several types of wood burned charcoal, is a lot different than when copper was built. In spite of the trouble, the people in the foundry are paying more attention to this crystal heart, which, when forged, emits a lot of fire, something they have not encountered before.

Huh? Boo!

The sound of the forge keeps coming from the casting room.

Beyond these sounds, there are almost no other murmurs around, and while the guards cannot know what is happening in there, they can use their past experience to speculate that the people in this casting room must have built something different. Beating sounds are different and lasts longer.

Not much of a large casting room, the sound of a beating echoes, and every beating, Mars bursts from the spot of the blow to the surrounding area, like fireworks blooming at night.

Every breath has a burning airflow into the lungs, and the foundry people are used to it. The person standing next to him, the sweat has soaked his clothes, let alone the person who beat him.

At this time, the hammer was Shao Xuan, burning like a flaming embryo, which changed after a knock, if used to shrink considerably compared to the beginning.

The hammer used to beat was made from the embryos knocked out of the crystal block, and it is now used to forge these reddish-burning embryos somehow.

Everyone in the room was covered in weight and seriousness, like a fixed neck, standing there in the same position, staring closely at the embryo that Shao Xuan punched.

The caliper clamps the burning embryo so that it doesn't suddenly get knocked out when you hit it. If it falls on a person, it can be burned directly to the point where it comes into contact.

The plummeting hammer struck the embryo, and the person whose gaze was stuck there, the muscles on his face were trembling. The burst of Mars seemed like Shao Xuan was going to smash the embryo, reminding them of the explosion that day, the heat waves and the bursting Mars, plus the beating of metal, making their hearts shake.

Forging is very mind-consuming and requires consideration of the size, angle, position, etc. of the force, rather than hammering.

Shao Xuan stared at the embryo and the sparking Mars was like an open space-time tunnel in which he was himself.

How long did you punch him?

Forget it, it just feels like a hundred years of living every day.

And the embryos that have been forged many times, although they can't see anything yet, give a sharp sense of sharpness.

It's just a feeling among the craftsmen in the foundry, but they believe in their own feeling, which is what experience gives them, just like the hunting veterans' intuition in the mountain forest, and that's why they look forward to the equipment that this heart has created.

Forging, shaping, polishing...

From the start of construction, thirty days later.

Everything in the casting chamber stopped.

Indoors, Shao Xuan came these days a tight and concentrated spirit, finally relaxed, tired feeling wave attack, standing tired.

Shao Xuan also did not care if there was anything else on the ground. He lifted his feet and dialed them randomly. He sat down and gasped for a long time. At the same time, he also looked at this knife in his hand, which was different from other weapons in the past, and suddenly raised infinite emotion in his heart.

It took so long to finally arrive at a result, I just don't know, will this result be satisfactory?

It's a knife, nearly four fingers wide, narrower than a knife commonly used by Horners, because Horners like to use swords that are broad and tend to use heavy weapons. Shao Xuan's hand, though not as wide as those, is well weighed. If it is from other tribes, it may be too heavy and inconvenient to use, but for those in Flaming Horn, it is just right. Of course, bigger, heavier, might be better for hunting and getting used to it.

After a short break, Shao Xuan opened the door of the casting room with the knife in the eyes that others were waiting for.

Outdoor sunshine, projecting an eye-catching cold on the knife, keeps the eyes closed, and at the same time, countless goose bumps suddenly appear on the body, but this does not mean that they are scared, on the contrary, they are excited, excited, like a barrel of ice water suddenly poured in the heat of the day. It feels good.

Perhaps that would be a good knife.

Shao Xuan took a deep breath, and the temperature outside was far less than the indoor temperature. After relaxing, he became a little chaotic and sober.

Outdoors, the knife looks clearer.

The blackness of the knife, with some darker lines like flowing liquid, was not artificially created in the process, but formed by the knife itself.

On Shao Xuan's instructions, the people next to him threw a stone, which was a common test tool they used.

The knife flashed, but it was brighter in the sun.

A crisp sound split the stones thrown into the sky and the incision was smooth without a hint of stasis.

“Okay!”

The people in the foundry saw this scene, and they couldn't help but cheer, which is different from those of the past, which is a new kind of gold vessel that they can replace if new bronze is unsustainable in the future.

“Change.” Shao Xuan looked at the knife without a scroll blade and said.

What they just threw was a medium stone stone, which is the first step they often use today.

Next, a medium overweight stone was thrown and, like the previous one, it was also divided into two parts.

The third is superior stone, and although it does not land as nicely as the first two, the incision appears to be no different from the new bronze.

“Okay!! ”

This second cheer was even louder, they saw this as a new bronze substitute, second only to the new bronze, but now it doesn't look like it. Although it takes a little longer, it's because they lack experience in the initial attempt, but if it takes longer, more experience, more skill, much less time, and even more optimization can be found in forging.

In the short term, however, the foundry will still be dominated by new bronze.

The people in the foundry gathered to discuss it, and Shao Xuan put his hands on the knife. The knife gave him a special feeling, very different from that given to him by the new bronze, which seemed purer and free of other clutter.

The new bronze gave him the feeling of a violent impact, as if there were several people fighting in a room, but this knife, more calm, more united, less cluttered.

Shao Xuan flew quickly through what, when he wanted to think carefully, he was interrupted by the sound of words around him.

“Elder! ”

“Elder, can we... take a look? ”

The casting room people came around and looked at Shao Xuan with anticipation. They looked at Shao Xuan's knife.

The thought was interrupted, and Shao Xuan could no longer think about it, handing the knife in his hand to the surrounding man.

“It's heavy!” The people who caught the knife flashed a surprise in their eyes, and they loved this weighty weapon, which was smaller and more flexible to use than the new bronze of the same weight. But different people have different habits, and he just prefers it more.

“Let me see! Show me!”

“Give it to me! I'm making a bigger contribution to this knife than you! ”

“Hey, watch it! My hands are scratched! ”

The man who took the knife from Shao Xuan drew a cut in his hand.

The red blood appeared on the knife, and the blood dripped down on the knife, and the people next to him saw it, and quickly wiped the blood off the knife with their sleeves.

“Careful, I almost broke my hand! ”

“It was you who reacted too slowly, did not move for a few days and was inflexible. ”

A few people were there with knives to mow the grass, chop the wood, etc. They didn't want to try so many stones with knives. Although they hacked stones earlier and didn't have blades, they couldn't resist, and now they're just addicted.

What they didn't notice was that Shao Xuan stood there on one side, staring at that drop of blood on the ground, and then he saw the man in the casting room holding the sword, and then he saw the drop of blood on the ground.

After all, Shao Xuan took on the main task in the process of building the knife, and it was up to Shao Xuan to decide who not to give it to. Besides, Shao Xuan was still the elder.

The people in the casting room were going to ask what else. They saw Shao Xuan, who had taken the knife, cut his finger off the edge of the knife, let the blood drop on the knife, and before the blood dripped off the knife, pressed his thumb on the blood drop, and then slowly moved on the knife.