"Can you go faster?" After hearing this answer, Leighton's expression relaxed a little.
"This... Let me take you over to have a look."
Compared to ordinary silver-grade plate armor, the quality of this majestic and exquisite helmet is probably at the rare gold level, but the circle of wheat ears and star carvings on it has not yet been reinforced.
"How can we make it as quickly as possible? The army is about to set out." Leighton picked up the helmet and put it on his head. It seemed that some parts were still a little loose.
"These corners need to be reinforced." He said, then looked at the craftsman in front of him.
"Just hit me on the head. It will be faster this way, and you can control the size better."
"This... are you sure you want to do this?" The craftsman at the side hesitated. Such a heavy blow was enough to shatter the head of an ordinary person, even a transcendent...
"Yes, that's it." Leighton saw that the craftsman did not object, and knew that this was roughly feasible. He was delighted and affirmed it proudly.
"Okay." The head craftsman took a deep breath and asked other craftsmen around him to come and help.
They first made the lion-mane leader, who was nearly three meters tall, sit on an iron chair, then fixed his head and body, and then took a hammer and a red-hot iron to hammer and rivet them together.
Bang—boom—
The dull sound echoed in the forging room where the fire was burning. The craftsmen and orc warriors looked at the leader who was enduring the beating of the hammer. They saw him gritting his teeth with a firm expression, not saying a word, until the very end, the helmet was formed on his body like cast steel.
After the forging was completed, the heroic Lion-mane leader stood up, picked up the giant sword beside him, and walked out of the door surrounded by a dozen warriors and came to the platform that had been built long ago.
"Target, Black Rock."
He raised his heavy sword high and shouted, "Forward, for fire and glory!"
"glory!"
Heavy battle axes shining with cold light were raised high, and countless orc warriors shouted in unison. On this cold afternoon with light snow falling, teams of dark orcs marched southward, heading for the scorching battlefield.
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