Commanding Wind and Cloud

Since the Auckland Magic and Warrior Academy opened, there has never been a magic warrior in the school! Even if the conditions are better than the Auckland Magic and Warrior Academy, and the students are all better, it is difficult to have a magic warrior!

Nine soldiers are a barrier! If you can break through the tenth level warrior, then you will become an extremely powerful demon warrior! Even the city owner of Auckland will not ignore a demon warrior, if possible, he will even offer extremely favorable conditions for recruitment.

Rodriguez has a feeling that maybe the first magic warrior of Auckland Magic and Warrior is his most promising student motivation! As long as the principal who persuades the mentor is to bring out the few bucket stones to help, then he will really have the opportunity to break through and become a magic warrior! Make the entire Auckland Academy of Magic and Warriors no longer look down!

Rodriguez thought of this possibility, with great joy on his face: "The exam is coming, and you will not learn anything new in the coming days. You study hard everyday, and even if you do n’t review it in class, the written test should not Have any questions. With all this time wasted, it ’s better to visit the person ’s house more and improve yourself faster. Okay! I ’ll give you a special leave. In the past few days before the trial, you do n’t have to go to class. Let's go to that person's house every day. "

I was so anxious that I didn't have enough time before the trial to forge a completely self-combatant. I heard Rodriguez's words and agreed with a smile.

Rodriguez looked at the figure of aerobics with a smile, and couldn't stop the dark heart. Auckland Magic and Warriors Academy, there must be a magic warrior of his own! This time, the Auckland Academy of Magic and Warriors, maybe two years later, may really be qualified to challenge those colleges with bloodline fighters.

Ding Ding ... Dang Ding ... Ding Ding ... Dang Ding ...

Early in the morning at the Fleming Blacksmith's Shop, a series of non-stop ironing sounds echoed over the backyard of the Blacksmith's Shop that seemed to be sleeping.

Frinlin rubbed his hazy sleepy eyes and pushed the door open. He looked unhappy and wanted to see who was in the morning and didn't take a good rest. He came to work so early but was shocked by the scene in front of him. In place.

Drive! The Fleming Blacksmith currently has the highest forging skills, holding the heavy hammer in his hand, and concentrates on the same pieces of iron.

Franlin never saw such a serious expression of energy, even when he forged the eighth-level fine iron a few days ago, he did not have such a serious expression.

Qi Chaoyang shot obliquely on the enthusiastic body, and Flanlin suddenly felt an illusion in his eyes. Standing in the courtyard and waving was not the young enthusiasm, but the statue master Ovelan standing in front of the blacksmith union!

Suddenly, Flanlin felt like the Ovellan master, who had long lost his life, appeared in his little blacksmith's shop, and taught himself what forging art was!

"This……"

Frinlin rubbed his eyes hard, and looked at the vigorous forging again. His jaw was almost dislocated, and his mouth was opened so that he could swallow an apple directly.

A piece of burnt iron, and another piece of burnt iron, the third ... the fourth ... the tenth ...

The burnt red iron embryos were thrown on the anvil one by one, and then they were knocked together by the hammer of the enthusiast, and the impurities in those iron embryos were shaken by the sparks generated during the impact.

Ten iron embryos, if stacked together, it is a rather bulky pile of objects. Franklin found that the total volume of ten iron embryos fused together after vigorous forging blows seemed to be smaller than one iron embryo.

"This ... how is this possible?" Flalin's face twitched. "Even ... even if you build a ten-grade fine iron, it is absolutely impossible to use so many iron embryos and still maintain such a small volume. . "

The enthusiasm did not notice the existence of Fleming. All the mental attention was on the iron embryo in front of him. The hot air was boiling between the breath and the breath, and the weird hammering quickly eliminated the impurities in the iron. .

Fleming's blacksmith's shop here, there is no such thing as the black ironsmith's 100-year-old ferrite ore, and even a little high-grade foreign metal, and almost all of them are the most common iron ore.

Since there are no good foreign metals, use these ordinary iron ore first to forge a soldier of your own! Energetically determined the goal to forge iron concentrate all the way, only to find that it was very troublesome to use these most common iron ore, even iron ore that is not even high-grade iron ore, to make iron concentrate.

One hundred catties turned into one! The enthusiasm hammered a hundred pounds of pig iron, but the forged iron fines were only one pound! This is not a pound of iron forged from a hundred pounds of iron ore, but pig iron after refining the iron ore! It can already be used to make steamed buns ~ www.readwn.com ~ Sickle, and even the material of the sword, even a pound of iron can be changed.

In just one morning, all the blacksmiths in the Flynn Blacksmith's Shop did not work, and everyone was shocked and stared at the full-hearted energy. They had never seen such a terrible consumption of iron ore. One morning, it was completely consumed!

If you do n’t see it with your own eyes, but listen to other people telling about such things, Fleming must suspect that the other party is not awake or bragging. How can anyone in the world turn thousands of pounds of pig iron into nearly ten pounds of senior iron? Fine iron? Is this forging iron ore? Still eating iron ore?

Franci has always felt that he is tall and strong, although forging technology is not the first in the smithy, but the endurance of iron must be the strongest! This pride disappeared without a trace a while ago.

A whole morning! The enthusiasm is only to do a few things, add fossil, pull the bellows crazy, and then just keep waving the huge hammer, look at it again and again, and right away with the pile of iron ore for a while.

"The eleventh iron smelter ..." The enthusiastically put the newly forged iron slick, reached out to catch the pig's five fingers and suddenly caught it, only to find that the pig iron beside him had been completely empty.

"Gone?" Looking eagerly at the pig-iron piles that were still like a hill in the morning, now it's completely empty, with a slight frown, suddenly remembering that these materials are used by the Fleming Smithy to do business. In order to forge a soldier of his own, he unknowingly ran out of this pile of pig iron.

I woke up to the drive and came to see the surprised expression of everyone around me, scratching my head awkwardly: "This, careless ..."

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