Chapter 2881： Work together

In a society with low productivity, metal objects are not easy to obtain and have high value.

In many cases, the amount of metal utensils directly represents the gap between the rich and the poor.

The same is true of the Demon City. The ordinary people have a small number of iron wares, and most of the metal resources are in the hands of the government.

Especially in times of war, the control of metals is more stringent.

All the reserve metals in the ogre city have been sent to the smithy for making city defense weapons such as armor-piercing arrows.

The blacksmith did not disappoint, but in three days, 10,000 armor-smashing arrows had been built.

Iron ingots with few reserves had already been used up, so after hearing the blacksmith's request, everyone felt very embarrassed.

"It's better to donate iron at home, as well as various gold, silver, and bronze wares for use by master ghost masters?"

Someone made a suggestion and was immediately echoed by everyone.

The ogre city is in danger and surrounded by demons. Everyone knows the end of the city after it breaks.

Guarding the Demon City and protecting your own family is something that every resident must participate in.

Under such special circumstances, personal gains and losses must not be considered too much, but the overall situation must be the most important.

It didn't take long for the people in the city to get the news that the Master Ghost Master was preparing to build a defensive weapon, but lacked sufficient metal.

Therefore, the support of the people in the city is needed, and donating metal utensils that are temporarily unused in the home can be regarded as contributing to the protection of the ogre city.

People in the city responded positively to this matter.

All kinds of metal objects were constantly found out, and when the street martial arts rushed past, they would be stacked on the long carriages.

"Thank you, thank you folks!"

In the old days, the martial arts patrolman with awe-inspiring expressions faced the people's constant fists and thanked him, apparently being moved by the sight in front of him.

Although as a small citizen, he usually complains, but when the crisis comes, it is often the most profound.

Cars pulled by giant cows shuttled through the streets of the ogre city, filled with various metal utensils, and then transported back to the street where the smithy was located.

The blacksmith stood at the door, watching the scene in front of him silently, and a flame seemed to flash in his eye socket.

"Well, these people in the ogre city are really impressive, far more sensible than those scums I met."

Liu Qing said in a quiet tone, then looked at the blacksmith, a bright smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"People throughout the city are helping you this way. Then I can't fall behind. I have to help you find iron.

About 30 feet underground in the city, there is a large tomb of unknown age, which is probably a prince of a certain dynasty.

In the tomb, iron men and horses are lined up in a considerable number, and there is also a ghost king.

The guy was very low-key, I stayed in the city for so long, and it never showed up.

Today, the old lady went on a trip, discussed with the ghost king, and borrowed her funerary for use. "

As soon as Liu Qing's words fell, she turned and left.

"How good is the ghost king? Do you want me to help?"

The blacksmith turned his head and asked Liu Qing, his eyes flashed with war.

He has been promoted to Ghost King, and Liu Qingdu is shocked by his strength.

The strength itself is not weak. If you cooperate with the magical fire control technique, the ordinary ghost king is not an opponent at all.

Perhaps the only thing he lacks is combat experience.

"Rest assured, if it was in the past, I might still be afraid of it.

But now holding the skull hammer and wearing the armor awarded by the master, if the ghost king dares not to be obedient, I will hit it kneeling and call her mother! "

The face was so beautiful and pretty, but the words that spoke made the seven-foot man ashamed.

There was a monk from the town of Fusi next to him. When he heard Liu Qing's words, a weird expression appeared on his face.

"Little guy, do you think I'm bragging?"

Liu Qing blinked and looked at the young Master Zhenfu, asking in a salty tone.

On the forehead of the young monk, cold sweat rolled down immediately, and his face was full of injustice.

"Auntie, I never thought so. Your old man definitely misunderstood."

"Oh, what do you mean by that expression?"

"I ... I was just thinking that the ghost king would call you mother ..."

Liu Qing heard a stun, and suddenly laughed.

"The little guy is interesting, and my mother loves it.

This is the Bailin Demon King's heart-protection armor piece. The old lady won't need it, so I will reward you as a gift! "

While talking, he threw out an item directly and fell into the arms of the monk.

The next moment, Liu Qing had disappeared.

The young monk looked at the items in his arms and found that the rumbling and **** smell was exuding.

"It's a good thing. I'll help you make it back. It can help you resist deadly attacks."

The blacksmith's voice sounded still salty.

The young monk from Zhenfu Division heard that his face was full of joy, and he hurriedly thanked the blacksmith.

"Don't thank me, everyone is doing their part to protect the ogre city."

Just while talking, people on the street were already busy, throwing all kinds of metals into the furnace.

The blacksmith personally directed and made the molds during casting, and the whole process was meticulous.

The drawings provided by Tang Zhen to the blacksmith were actually a special kind of artillery, which Tang Zhen specially created according to the blacksmith's ability.

The name is also very simple.

The specially crafted artillery fires artillery shells made by blacksmiths, killing demons.

It sounds simple, but if you put it in the eyes of a connoisseur, you know how difficult it is.

Aside from other things, only the rune formations on the Demon Cannon, no one in this world can understand.

The blacksmith also knew a little about it, but he knew very well that Tang Zhen could not give anything wrong.

Everyone was busy, and the mold was finally finished. After the artillery casting was completed, it would be quenched and polished by the blacksmith himself.

After telling everyone to follow a similar method and make a large number of molds, the blacksmith returned to the shop.

After entering, he saw that Tang Zhen was standing at the table, what seemed to be drawing?

"Is there anything you don't understand, you can always ask me."

At this time, the blacksmith saw the content of Tang Zhen's painting. It was a golden bridge running through the sky, with many looming strong figures on it.

In addition, the golden bridge was covered with various runes, and the blacksmith was dizzy with only a glance.

At this time, Tang Zhen suddenly wrote down and wrote a character "Bu" at the bottom of the paper.

The blacksmith still couldn't understand it, but there was a feeling that the word seemed to be able to gain insight.

"Oh!"

A muffled noise came, and the whole paper instantly turned into particles, disappearing like smoke.

"It still doesn't work!"

Tang Zhen said in a sigh, shaking his head back to the yard, sitting under the old tree.

The blacksmith recalled the rune he had just seen, and suddenly felt dizzy, as if his body was about to burst.

At the same time, I quickly erased all the memories in my head and never dared to think about it.

When he came to the blacksmith's furnace, the blacksmith picked up the blueprint that Tang Zhen had given himself and looked at it again.

Then he picked up the hammer and banged continuously in the screams of the enemy.