Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

"I should then empty all my rings here," he didn't delay, and went to the centre of his garden, where his dragons were resting and undergoing purification. He didn't disturb them as he simply waved his hands, emptying the rings he had, creating huge hills of materials in the place!

He really had milked the large clans and guilds off resources before entering here!

The next moment he moved away, not waiting for the dragons to salute him, as he was busy as they were. "I hope these materials can get some benefits here… what is that?"

He stopped moving as he noticed some sparklings on the distance in the one side of the garden. "Is this a lake?" he muttered before heading directly there, to find a large silver watered lake waiting for him.

"Good, I need some of your water," he then placed his hand inside the lake to suck part of it into one of his storage rings.

"Roar!"

Just as he was midway sucking the waters away, he heard this strange roar coming from the water, muffled by the waters standing between him and the monster underneath the lake!

"Wow, never thought an aquatic life would be raised up here," he was surprised before watching a huge monster, whale-like appearance, resembling the one he once fought around the mine area.

The monster jumped off water, flew in the air for a few moments, while giving him a warning glance. "Buddie I'm the owner of this garden. If you don't want to end up being barbecued for dinner, show some respect and piss off," Arthur shouted at the monster, while trying to resist the urge of hunting it down and trying its meat.

"I never tried an aquatic monster's meat in this world. it should be tasty and juicy, right?" he muttered to himself, and his sound was deliberately loud, enough to be heard by that whale-like monster.

The monster got an instant scare as the next moment it dived deeply under water, never to be spotted again. "I know your home mate, so don't feel this much secure by running deep into the lake!" he shouted, while laughing at the monster and himself.

After taking enough water he headed back towards the pillar, before taking out his fiery ores, his cauldron, and poured inside it the water he just collected, enough amount of bronzed giant blood and the light energy.

Then he started the fire.

The ores he took were highly fiery ores, making the fire ignited on a very high temperature from the start. He waited for the mixture to boil for a few minutes before putting other materials inside.

Then he waited for an hour before the whole mixture got mixed together before adding the materials he had one by one into the cauldron, waiting for ten minutes each time before taking the materials out.

For the wood he had many varieties in front of him; all were high ranked woods. He used a sword as an axe to chop the thick wood pieces into regularly shaped thin long shafts.

As he finished doing so, he waited until all his materials were soaked in the potion he made. He had around thirty pillars remaining, with many Dorfis clan strongholds in the middle, linked to almost all of them.

"I'm pretty sure the resistance will start from the first pillar, making each pillar a desperate fight to be secured," he muttered, so he decided to make around one hundred arrow for each pillar.

So he started to sort out materials. In general, he needed to make three thousand arrows, but the materials he had processed so far were enough to make over ten thousand arrows, making him quite pleased as he decided to go all out and make these arrows in one go.

"I lack good smithing tools," he glanced at the old cart he was still using since the beginning. He had some primitive tools, which he acquired from Madly a long time ago. "I need to start taking care of all these items first," he muttered before vanishing, as he went directly to one of the populations he had under his control, where they were making weapons.

His sudden appearance in that ethereal form startled everyone in the village he appeared at. "Don't be startled, I just need to borrow a foring toolkit," he said as he noticed the sudden tension in the place.

"Lord… ahem, esteemed lord, you can have my own kit. It's one of the best here in the village and it will be a great help to you," a youth stepped forward, feeling somehow awkward directly speaking to the man who did all the miracles to them, saving them from the dark fate that awaited all of them and gave them such an opportunity to live out in peace.

Arthur didn't act polite as he took the tools that youth gave to him. "Thanks," he said shortly after examining them, feeling how much more advanced they were than the tools he previously was using.

He then disappeared from the place, and the moment he did the villagers all heaved a long sigh of relief. It was so stressful for them to deal directly with their legendary mighty lord, but they all knew a thing or two about him; he was interested in forging.

As he returned to the pillar, he was quite read. He took out all the new items and started arranging them. there was an oven, a large semi-circular special ore made hollowed piece that had two sections; one for the fire and one for materials.

Beside the oven he placed a large anvil that reached to his waist. The anvil had a long broad top, that was suited to make even large pieces of equipment. The anvil had a tripod fixing it on the ground, with an additional leg that extended from the centre for more stability.

He also had many mold designs that made him smile. All the molds came in rubber form, which made him quite interested in these. "So I can change the shape and size, adding more than one together to make bigger items, great!"

He started playing with the molds to make out the mold he needed to use to make arrowheads. According to the design of the venerable master, these arrows all had long pointy surfaces, with a ball-like ending, and saw -like sides; five sides projecting like small knives.

He tried to mimic the design, and despite it seemed an easy task at first, it proved quite challenging for him. It took him a couple of hours until he managed to form enough molds to be used, then he linked them together over a broader surface mold, to have tables of arrow head molds, each one had around a fifty arrow head.

He glanced at the ten tables with satisfaction. "So I can make the ten thousand arrows in less than twenty times," he muttered before glancing over the materials, the items he had arranged over the cart including a variety of different sizes and weights hammers, a group of chisels enough to make different items, a group of size graded forks, and a group of different lengthed tongs plus other different items that he didn't know they present before for a blacksmith.

Like this huge feathered fan that seemed to be used to increase the intensity of the fire, or that pod of water that he place near the anvil, filled it with potion fluid he took from the cauldron, letting it cool down first to used to quench the final product of his making.

"It seems quite hard and much more complicated than I used to do before," he muttered while glancing over all these varieties which made him speechless for a moment there. "Now I'm ready to make the arrows," he smiled before starting the forging process.