Who calls my name?
——God of Destiny
In Shuguang City, Wei Ranhua Palace stands at the highest point, majestically overlooking the city below the mountain. The morning mist that has not yet dissipated hangs lightly between the castles, like a solemn royal robe.
The early morning sunlight penetrates the mist and through the flawless glass, shining into the quiet and bright bedroom.
Inside the room, Zi Xi meticulously put on Xia Lan's breastplate, shoulder armor, helmet, visor, and wrist guards...
This set of armor is just a low-level extraordinary item, but it is also the limit of fierce forging. Many knights of the Storm Knights are still using weapons and armor of no grade.
Wearing armor, Xia Lan was like a cold steel giant, lying silently, as deep as the abyss.
After inserting the Wind Call into the card slot on their backs, the two of them left the palace and walked down the mountain side by side.
On the city streets, the people who came to see Xia Lan off were silent, just watching her leave.
At the Dawn City dock, people from various churches have already boarded the ship. Frederick and Varyan are waiting for Xia Lan in their armor. The Storm Knights are standing quietly behind them, and the Doron Legion is also ready to go.
"Wait until I come back."
Because of the cold mask blocking her view, Zi Xi didn't know what expression was on Xia Lan's face, but she could feel those eyes staring at her.
"Um."
Zi Xi avoided Xia Lan's gaze, lowered her head unconsciously, and nodded obediently.
Xia Lan touched her nose again, just like when they first met, and then boarded the Silver Deer without looking back.
Frederick, Varian and others also boarded the ship to follow, while Arthurs shamelessly squeezed onto the ship of the School of Everything.
"The storm is coming, the storm is coming..."
Xia Lan muttered something to himself, his eyes fixed on the fluttering Ink Sea Dragon Flag on the mast, and then he waved his hand and ordered the horn to be blown.
"Woo~"
The fleet set sail again. After the wind had completely disappeared from the sails, Kannepal said to Melvin beside him: "We are also leaving for Brownsea Island. Is the cargo ready?"
"Cloth, wine, glass and other things are being loaded onto the ship, but the weapons will take some time. Lie is working hard to speed up the process."
"Let's go and take a look."
The iron shop was moved near the mine, and there were militia patrols around. Lie Zheng led the blacksmiths to forge weapons.
There are more than one hundred blacksmiths and more than five hundred apprentices in the spacious workshop. The blacksmiths were all bought from the Golden Bay. The price of these skilled slaves is more than twenty times that of ordinary slaves, but it seems that they are still worth the money.
Combined with the practice of breathing techniques, each person's forging was heavy and powerful, and the red-hot iron splashed out pleasing sparks under the hammer.
What really attracted Kan Nepal's attention was the waterwheel with an iron hammer tied to it outside the building. This waterwheel was made by the Knowledge Church based on Xia Lan's rough description. The hammer rotated rapidly under the push of the water flow, and its efficiency was more than ten times that of a blacksmith.
After the short Lie forged a heavy sword, he handed it to his apprentice to sharpen it, and then he went to greet Kannepal and Melvin who came in.
"How long will it take for the weapons to be loaded onto the ship?"
“The normal weapons have been made, but it will take some time to produce the high-end ones that incorporate blue steel.
While the hydraulic forging Your Majesty designed is indeed useful, evenly blending the quail-egg-sized pieces of blue steel into the weapon still requires manual effort."
Kanepal picked up the forged sword and looked at it, then asked Xiang Lie, "What will happen if it's not mixed evenly?"
"The material is uneven. Although it is still sharp, it will break easily when it collides with weapons of the same grade."
Kannepal put the sword back, looked at the waterwheel and said:
"Cut the amount of blue steel in half and use hydraulic forging. Then sell it at a 10% discount. Forge a few more blue steel weapons, engrave runes on them, and try to create a low-level transcendental item. We can then double our losses and earn back."
Listening to Kan Nepali's words, the honest dwarf Lie hesitated, "Taking such inferior goods into the battlefield will kill people."
"But it wasn't the Faox who died."
"Good, as long as the one who died wasn't a Faox."
Lie asked people to use hydraulic forging, but he did not participate. Instead, he planned to forge several sets of full blue steel weapons that could be sold at a high price.
"Gallian, Philip, please help me."
Lie called several talented blacksmiths for help. Although he no longer believed in the god of forging, he didn't want these defective products to come from his hands, and he didn't want to let these talented young people sink into vulgarity.
"Lord of Truth, look at these of your followers. They are like demons crawling out of the abyss."
Lie looked at Kanepal and Melvin who nodded in satisfaction at the accelerated progress, spat fiercely, and increased the force of forging.
"I remember His Majesty had the silver dragon burn more than ten tons of silver steel for us. If you can add a dozen grams, we can raise the price later."
Kanepali suddenly remembered that there were some good things in the kingdom's treasury, so he said to Lie.
"knew."
In addition to rare veins, the only thing that can produce large quantities of Midgard Gold is dragons. However, dragons are hard to find, and several dragon knight families sell it in limited quantities, so Midgard Gold is still a rare commodity on the mainland.
One hundred years ago, a kingdom called Yalan obtained an unholy magic that could quickly turn one into an alchemist. The extraordinary weapons made of exotic metal quickly became popular.
However, this was just a trap set by the Church of the Abyss. Almost everyone who used extraordinary weapons was dragged into the abyss, and the Kingdom of Yalan, which had been passed down for four hundred years, was destroyed overnight.
This also made the people in the atrium very wary of the large amount of strange gold that appeared, so Kan Nepal had to put in some effort if he wanted to sell these things.
…
After several days of sailing, Xia Lan and others were finally about to reach Storm Bay. Here, the reefs were hidden in the huge waves. If they were not careful, the ship would be destroyed and people would die. However, for the Night Fleet, this was no big deal.
Xia Lan rode on the dragon's back and flew with Arthurs into a dangerous place where storms and huge waves intertwined.
Here, Arthurs is like a fish entering the sea and a bird flying into the sky. The three elements of wind, thunder and water are as docile as a child, lingering around him as he wishes. The man and the dragon roam freely in the storm.
A silver dragon followed closely beside Arthurs as she jumped back and forth between the alien space and the real world. The silver dragon's shadow appeared and disappeared in the storm, like an elf floating up and down on the water, gracefully dodging the huge waves.
"Both dragons have the potential to become ancient dragons, and I'm more optimistic about the blue dragon that's about to grow into a storm dragon. It's only a young dragon, but its strength is comparable to that of a late-stage young dragon."
Carmen said with emotion as she looked at Arthurs running rampant in the storm.
"That silver dragon isn't bad either. It's just that the blue dragon has been with the Pope of Truth for so long that it's begun to shed its bestial nature and completely unleash its dragon's wildness, making its dragon might even more powerful."
Although Qidan analyzed it from the most rational perspective, he had to admit in his heart that when the blue dragon fully grew into a storm dragon, the most powerful dragon rider in the courtyard would definitely be the man on the dragon's back.
Watching Xia Lan draw out the Wind's Call, the blade gleaming with runes, and his fighting spirit carrying mysterious arcane energy into the reefs of the deep sea, the great scholar and legendary arcanist of the Exploration Association sighed silently.
"Another Tom Tsven."
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