I dominate the magic world by farming

Forge Division.

inside the room.

Tolkien's eyes became more serious, with a serious look on his face, which was completely different from the sulky and sulky person he used to be.

"This melt sword completely subverts the perception of traditional weapons. If produced, it will cause turmoil in the Western Continent and shake the status of traditional weapons."

As he spoke, Tolkien's pupils couldn't help but widen, and a brilliant light flashed in his eyes.

"If I make this weapon, I won't be famous in Loya." Tolkien thought.

It is the dream of every aspiring dwarf to become a world-famous forge master.

At this moment, such an opportunity was in front of him, and Tolkien was naturally excited.

Beside him, Haskin was holding a drawing in his hand. The expression on his face was no different from Tolkien's, and his hands were even slightly trembling.

A faint murmur came from Haskin's mouth, "Magic armor!"

Seeing the expressions of the two, although Field didn't understand, he understood.

As for whether it can be manufactured, Field doesn't know. He is only responsible for being imaginative.

In fact, it's not too unreasonable. He just moved the weapons from the previous game to another world and then decorated them a little.

With his eyes lowered and looking down at the seven or eight drawings on the table, Field actually had the mentality of giving it a try.

What if it works!

If it succeeds, the ordinary soldiers of the Apocalypse Kingdom will undergo a major equipment upgrade.

If you fail, you will fail, it doesn’t hurt!

While Field was deep in thought, Tolkien's voice sounded.

Tolkien frowned, a look of trouble flashed in his eyes.

He went through the general process of making the Melt Sword. There were no major problems in the general direction, but there were a lot of loopholes in the details.

For example, one of the most difficult problems solved by the Melt Sword.

That is, a metal that is both high temperature resistant and can conduct magic well is needed as the blade of the melt sword, which is not available in Loya Continent.

At least... Tolkien thought that he had never seen such fine metal.

This is just one of the many small flaws like this.

"There are many small loopholes in the manufacturing process of this melt sword. It may be difficult to manufacture it!"

Field explained: "After all, this is just a theoretical design drawing of the Melt Sword. You still need to study the details and complete them."

Field patted Tolkien on the shoulder and said with relief: "The detailed manufacturing method of the melt sword depends on the master of the Forging Department!"

Hearing this, Tolkien glared at Field, his expression seemed to say, it doesn't hurt to stand and talk!

"Then tell me, where can I find a sword made of metal that is both high temperature resistant and has good magic properties?"

"Even if it exists, this metal must be extremely rare and cannot be popularized by a large number of ordinary soldiers."

At this point, Tolkien couldn't help but feel stagnant, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him.

The lofty ambitions just now are still there, but they are more realistic and rational.

The corners of Field's mouth curved slightly, half-smiling, "Director Tolkien, don't forget, you are not being tolerated at the Magic Academy these days!"

As soon as he said this, Gimli's sullen expression appeared in Tolkien's mind, and he felt an inexplicable anger in his heart.

Perhaps this is the prejudice engraved in the genes of dwarves and elves.

But this resentment dissipated just as soon as it took hold.

Tolkien subconsciously exclaimed: "Alloy!"

"Yes, it's an alloy. There are many types of metals in the Loya Continent, but there are more types of alloys than there are types of metals, even far beyond the types of metals."

"I believe there must be a metal that is both high-temperature resistant and has good magic-transmitting properties."

Suddenly, Field's voice stopped and he fell into memories.

"I remember that when I was smelting an alloy suitable for the magic crystal cannon, I accidentally created such an alloy."

Hearing this, Tolkien's brown eyelashes twitched suddenly, and there seemed to be light in his eyes.

"real?"

Field tilted his head and tried to remember, "It's been too long and I can't remember clearly, but the Magic Academy has records of the alloys that were accidentally created. You can go look for them."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tolkien wanted to leave.

"Wait a minute, there's no need to rush."

Field picked up the remaining papers on the table and handed them to Tolkien.

"These are some drawings of weapons and equipment, they can make a difference!"

"If it's really difficult, then change it. If it still doesn't work, then give up and design new drawings."

Field's tone suddenly became low and slow, "I hope that the Forging Department can continue to innovate and continuously create new weapons."

"Of course, I will also send you some drawings from time to time, hoping to give you some inspiration."

Tolkien, who was half a man tall, raised his head and stared at Field.

To be precise, staring at Field's head.

"Your Majesty the King, how long is your brain? You can always imagine some unheard of, unseen, and weird things out of thin air."

Facing Tolkien's heartfelt inquiry, Field smiled lightly and said, "Maybe I have broader knowledge!"

Tolkien listened to Field's explanation, the corners of his mouth twitching.

Well-informed?

Field is not as old as him, and he has stayed in Tianqi King City for many years, so he has more knowledge?

What a liar!

Tolkien did not delve into it. At the moment, what he was most anxious about was going to the Magic Academy.

It was as if if he died one step too late, the book recording the alloy would disappear forever.

His short and stout feet moved back and forth, his face was anxious, and his palms held the drawing tightly.

Seeing this, Field said: "Go and get busy!"

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