◎Magic weapon forging of the Dark Iron Dwarves◎
The Dark Iron Dwarves in the room were looking at him fearfully. Warren waved his hand, signaling them to go back to their own business. "Don't be nervous. Keep working. If the sword blank over there is not shaped, it will have to be sent back to the furnace for reforging."
The demon king's voice was gentle, and his cold and beautiful appearance was inexplicably more approachable, which made the anxious Dark Iron Dwarves feel particularly at ease. They stopped trembling, stood up happily, and continued to work enthusiastically, wagging their tails and hammering.
Only the Dark Iron Dwarf beside the stove came over, stood in front of Warren, and knelt down again to salute: "I am Tiechui, the chief of the Dark Iron Dwarf tribe, and I greet the Demon King."
Warren looked down at him.
This chieftain also had a round head, a small pointed horn on his forehead, and a thick and powerful hammer-shaped tail swinging back and forth behind him. Both his appearance and stature were no different from other Dark Iron Dwarves. A cluster of rising and jumping flames always circled around the tip of his tail. When he saw Warren, he sprayed out two sparks in a very familiar manner.
"Get up," Warren bent down and helped him up, and couldn't help but raise his hand to tease the lively flame, "I came to ask you to help make a kitchen utensil."
The little flame wrapped around Warren's fingers and rubbed his fingertips affectionately.
Tiechui blinked.
Dark Iron Dwarves all look like cubs, but are actually quite old. For example, he is already over two hundred years old.
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As the ruler of the Dark Iron Dwarfs, Tiechui is not as harmless as he looks, as he was able to live safely under the hands of the bloodthirsty and tyrannical former Demon King and protect his people.
Although this new demon king had only appeared for a short while, his respect and kindness towards the Dark Iron Dwarves were real, which made him feel more at ease. He stood up and said, "Your Majesty, please give your orders. The Dark Iron Dwarves will certainly do their best."
Warren nodded in satisfaction, motioned for the familiar chef to come forward, and called out the card again, fixing it on the scene where the iron pot appeared.
Tiechui observed for a moment and breathed a sigh of relief: Compared to the invincible sword that the previous Demon King asked him to make, this was a very simple task.
He communicated with the familiar chef for a few words and roughly understood the purpose and demand of the iron pot. He simply nodded and walked to the stove without delay. He picked and chose a suitable material and started beating it with his tail.
Warren randomly picked a Dark Iron Dwarf and asked him about the various ores used in forging and their related properties.
The Dark Iron Dwarf was a little nervous at first and spoke a few words haltingly, but when he saw that Warren was listening carefully and that his handsome eyes were soft and warm, and that he was not at all the "terrible demon king who kills people like flies" as said in the legend, he gradually relaxed, and after receiving a few words of praise from the demon king, he happily wagged his tail left and right.
Warren, who was listening attentively to the introduction of the mineral, was shocked.
Black gold that can store magic power, mercury stone that expands infinitely when in contact with water, rock iron that becomes as hot as magma when magic power is input... These seemingly ordinary metals all have their own merits, and judging by the tone of the Black Iron Dwarf, these are all very common ores.
After all, he was ignorant. After taking a walk around the castle yesterday, he felt that this stone castle was simple and dilapidated, and he couldn't help but look down on it. Now it seems that although the continent of Savia is very weak in culture, it has countless wonderful and unique magics that should never be underestimated.
After the Dark Iron Dwarf finished talking about the various properties of the ore, he was still not satisfied and wanted to continue introducing to the Demon King the weapons they had developed in recent years. However, before he could open his mouth, he was patted on the head by the head of his family.
Tiechui walked to the front and respectfully presented the forged pot with both hands, naturally pushing the Dark Iron Dwarf out of Warren's sight.
He was not worried that his tribesmen would leak any secrets, but he had not yet figured out the character of the new Demon King, and he did not know if he was a ruthless character with a smiling face. How could he dare to let his honest tribesmen get too close to the Demon King? He never knew when they would lose their heads.
Warren saw through the little thoughts of the Dark Iron Dwarf Chief, smiled helplessly, and reached out to take the pot. At this moment, he couldn't help but be a little curious about how cruel the previous Demon King was, to have left such a deep psychological trauma on so many demons. Both the demons and the Dark Iron Dwarf Chief were trembling with fear when facing himself, who bore the title of Demon King.
Being stared at by the Demon King's meaningful indigo eyes, Tiechui couldn't help but tremble. Realizing that Warren had seen through his thoughts, he broke out in a cold sweat: It seems that this time the Demon King is not only powerful in combat, but also has a good brain!
Warren pretended not to notice his fear. Iron cooking was also to protect their own race. This might be considered as disobedience to a tyrannical monarch with a strong desire for control, but in his opinion it was just human nature: "Is this pot made of rock iron?"
"The material of the pot is indeed rock iron," Tiechui calmed down and realized that the Demon King had no intention of pursuing the matter. He was immediately grateful, "The handle of the pot is made of crystal copper stone that can conduct magic power. This way, as long as magic power is input, the pot body will heat up and achieve the effect of frying and cooking food."
He blinked his big, bright eyes and looked at Warren expectantly, obviously waiting for him to input magic power to inspect the goods.
Warren, who had no magic power, twitched his lips and handed the pot to the chef: "Since it is for you, you can try it."
The chef took it carefully, held the pot handle, and slowly inputted magic power. As a cook, his magic power was naturally not as strong as that of a warrior, and he rarely used it, so it was extremely thin. He was worried that it might not meet the standard for using the pot, but after inputting magic power for a while, smoke slowly came out from the bottom of the pot, and he was immediately delighted.
"Your Majesty, I can!" He jumped up excitedly, "I can use the pot!"
Warren nodded with satisfaction: "It's good that it works. Take it and practice more when you go back. You can use this when you cook in the future."
The familiar butler Lil who came with him looked at him enviously - as familiars who served the Demon King in terms of food, clothing, shelter and transportation, they usually had no chance to come into contact with magic weapons, and yet the Demon King had so casually bestowed the magic weapon on the familiar chef - even if this magic weapon was used for cooking, it was of extraordinary significance.
Iron Cook, who was watching from the sidelines, was also amazed at the new demon king's generosity. He observed the way the chef used the pot, and immediately said, "Rock Iron is very sensitive to magic power. Changes in magic power will affect the temperature. If you want to use it to cook, you have to practice the stable transmission of magic power."
The Dark Iron Dwarves' usual meals consisted of black beans and unwanted meat scraps from the Demon King's Palace, which they would simply roast over and over again on the small flame before wolfing down. In fact, he knew only a little about cooking, but the cooking process of "stir-fried potatoes with meat" that the Demon King had just conjured up was played over and over again in the air. Not to mention the familiar chef, even he realized the importance of controlling the heat from the repeated emphasis on "high fire" and "low fire".
The process of forging magic weapons involves dealing with flames all the time. Tiechui is particularly sensitive to this kind of thing, so he kindly reminded the demon chef.
The familiar chef was indeed weak in the use of magic power. Hearing this, he immediately became serious. He paused as he was about to put the meat into the pot and turned to look at the Demon King: "Your Majesty, can I practice by myself first before cooking?"
Warren nodded in agreement: "It's time to practice. We can't waste food. There's no need to rush to cook. We can still have time to start after we've practiced well."
As he spoke, he reached out his right hand in the air and pulled out a box of exquisitely packaged hazelnut chocolates, and gave one piece each to Tiechui, Lil, and the familiar chef.
"You've worked hard just now, eat something to fill your stomach."
There was no deep meaning behind this action. It was simply because he hadn't eaten breakfast and was extremely hungry after being busy for so long.
Anyway, for the demons, the Demon King should be the strongest, and it is not surprising that he has some unique magic or props. He does not need to bother hiding it. He leisurely tore open the package and took the first bite.
Tiechui looked at the dark chocolate in his hand and was a little hesitant, but the Demon King had already eaten it, so he had to follow his example, tear open the package, and eat it.
He took a bite, and before he could swallow it, the rich aroma of melted chocolate filled his mouth. His eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to stuff the rest of the chocolate into his mouth, but he couldn't bear to swallow it. He hurriedly licked the chocolate sauce on his hands and quickly knelt on the ground to thank the devil for his gift.
This time the attitude is much more sincere than before.
Lil and the familiar chef also fell to their knees.
The Dark Iron Dwarves who were busy working had no idea what was happening here. They only saw their family leader suddenly kneel down. They were confused for a moment, then quickly retracted their tails that were still hammering the metal and knelt down consciously.
Warren looked at the large number of demons kneeling down with a smile and said, "Everyone, get up. We can just chat normally. There's no need to kneel down all the time."
Tiechui got up from the ground, tears welling up in his eyes, his hands still shaking a little: "Your Majesty, could this be... the thing over there?"
Warren didn't understand what he meant, but looking at Tiechui's expression, it seemed that all demons should know this. In order to avoid exposing his own ignorance, he just shook his head calmly: "It's just ordinary food, don't take it to heart."
He was not lying. The attribute table of chocolate could be seen on the card. This thing was just delicious and did not have any extra attribute values.
However, Tiechui didn't believe it at all and still had a tearful expression.
Lil beside him seemed to have suddenly realized something, and muttered to himself: "No wonder the king didn't follow the tribe... the divine power that transcends the boundary..."
Warren didn't understand what they were saying at all, but the result was obvious. After all, the pure awe in the eyes of the demons could not be faked.
In other words, he racked his brains to write so many plans, intending to explain the various doubts about himself step by step, but the initial groundwork was so easily laid by a few pieces of chocolate.
He rubbed his forehead, feeling as shocked as if a pancake had suddenly fallen from the sky. He took another bite of the chocolate and quickly calmed down - chocolate is so delicious, it's normal that no one can resist its charm!
The author has something to say:
Tell a joke -
Demons: The chocolate is so delicious!
Blood Wolf Clan (rubbing hands): We want to try it too!
The devil died, and his achievement in suppressing the rebellion was rewarded.
Let's talk about something serious——
This book is a Western fantasy worldview, and the infrastructure also contains magical elements. It will not completely overlap with reality. Some places have a strong fantasy color, so don't take it seriously.
For example, the iron pot needs to go through several hot and cold forgings, and it needs to be boiled before use after it is formed. In addition, refined iron is difficult to smelt, so it is quite difficult to manufacture. However, there is no iron in Savia. The pots made here are made of another magical metal. The way to use it is to inject magic power to heat up the pot. In fact, it is equivalent to using different materials and different methods to make a product with similar functions.
I give this example to emphasize that the infrastructure content in this article is very different from that in modern times (kneel down gently). The internal logic is self-contained but relatively speaking, it is not that rigorous. Moreover, the proportion of magic infrastructure increases as time goes on. Don't learn the necessary skills for traveling through ancient times from the protagonist... It will screw you...
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