Warlord: King of All Clans

In the past, if you asked the kobold blacksmiths to forge an iron spear head, they would forge an iron spear head for you; if you asked them to forge an iron pickaxe head, they would forge an iron pickaxe head. They would not do anything extra.

Today's Kobold blacksmith will suddenly point at the ironware of a human blacksmith apprentice and say, "This one, no good, keep hammering!"

"You, idiot, woof woof woof!"

Valery took the iron pickaxe made by the blacksmith's apprentice, looked it up and down, and could not find anything wrong with it.

The kobold blacksmith snatched the pickaxe and smashed it hard on the anvil.

Sparks flew and the tip of the pickaxe broke off.

With this kind of texture, let alone mining, it would take more than a few days to reclaim the wasteland.

"The smell is wrong!"

Several dog-headed blacksmiths nearby sniffed from a distance, then nodded and started barking.

"Crisp! Temper! Temper! Woof woof woof!"

"Keep knocking, woof woof woof!"

"Human, idiot, woof woof woof!"

Seeing the crowd in the blacksmith shop, Valeri was keenly aware of some important turning point. He did not act on his own, but called Ulian and Leo immediately.

Several people were stunned as they watched the ogre blacksmith picking and choosing from a pile of ironware, easily picking out some ironware that looked almost the same but whose quality did not meet the standards.

One of the iron spear heads was of good quality, and the ogre blacksmith picked it out, but could find no flaws.

Two ogre blacksmiths came over to smell it, and one of them suddenly grabbed the iron spear head and broke it hard.

The iron spear head suddenly turned into an iron hook.

"Too soft! Over-hit the head! Woof woof woof!"

"So, you guys also rely on your nose to forge iron?" Leo asked in disbelief.

“Woof woof woof!”

After some difficult communication, Leo and others finally understood why Fesa could train so many ogre blacksmiths in a short time.

People who have not been exposed to traditional blacksmithing often think that blacksmithing only requires great strength and continuous hammering.

In fact, the difficulty of manually hammering an iron ingot into a farm tool or even a weapon is immeasurable.

Material selection, burning, forging, shaping, polishing, quenching and tempering.

It takes a human blacksmith apprentice at least a year to master each process, and that only if the master is willing to teach.

A marginal disciple like Valeri, who accompanied his master in swinging the sledgehammer for several years, ultimately never got the chance to master it himself.

The dog-headed man is very amazing. He can tell the quality of the iron and whether it needs to be sent back to the furnace just by sniffing it.

Just by smelling it, you can tell whether the iron is too brittle or too soft, and whether it needs further forging, quenching or tempering.

Then you can continue processing based on your existing experience.

Basically, every kobold blacksmith apprentice, after learning the basic process of blacksmithing, can master the key information by making each farm tool eight or ten times, and the rest is just to follow the steps.

However, human apprentices do not have this magical sense of smell. They can only rely on the intuition gained through countless trials and tribulations, and the eyesight and touch acquired through long-term blacksmithing to distinguish the texture of iron.

The starting line is three years further away than the kobolds.

In the eyes of the kobold blacksmith, this is simply stupid and he is not fit to be a blacksmith at all.

When Frasa arrived at the river bend, Leo told Frasa about the discoveries and questioned why Frasa didn't tell him in advance.

While gloating, Fisa pretended to be very surprised: "What? Humans? Can't do it?"

"Humans are so stupid, woof woof woof!"

It turns out that the kobolds' senses of smell, vision and hearing are also powerful to the point of being magical.

They have a certain night vision ability and can see the shapes of mice in the dark mines, and can see wild beasts a hundred meters away on a moonlit night.

They have an amazing sense of hearing. Not only can they hear the breathing of mice at close range and determine their location, they can also hear the low howls of wolves at a distance and understand the information they convey.

It can also sense the target's emotions through the target's heartbeat and breathing.

So whether Leo was lying, disgusted, or sincere, it was all clear to Fraser.

The most terrifying thing is the dog-headed man's sense of smell.

It is not only the most basic ability to judge distance through the smell of wild animals, escape from danger, find various foods, etc.

With a little training, they can also sniff out the presence of minerals, herbs, and even disease.

Experienced kobold blacksmiths can even sniff out the various components contained in iron tools and optimize them accordingly.

After listening to Fraser's description bit by bit, Leo was finally enlightened.

Although he didn't have pets in his previous life, he liked to watch videos of his animal companions, especially those sniffer dogs that performed magical functions in search and rescue.

Using just your nose, you can detect bombs, poison and cancer.

He often lamented why people did not have such ability.

And at this moment, the kobold appeared.

Perhaps this is the real reason why the ogres, as a vulnerable group, have been able to survive in the wilderness and have never become extinct!

Feeling that she had won the game, Fisa was so proud that she sold out her race completely.

While listening to Fisa's endless boasting, Leo's eyes fell on the group of idiot dogs around Olivia.

These kobold cubs, who are taken care of by Olivia as carefully as the children of the River Bend, have stomachs that are far superior to those of humans.

They grow as much as they eat, and they grow very fast. From a few pounds at the beginning, they already weigh dozens of pounds in just over a month.

In addition to the food provided by the River Bend Camp, they would also find some grass roots and insects as snacks. Sometimes they would follow the little mice to maintain the small pond and eat some fish and shrimp.

The food obtained is far more abundant than in the Kobold Valley.

Some of the older ones that came earlier and grew faster are almost one meter tall, and their fluffy milk hair has been replaced by soft golden hair.

These dogs were raised by Olivia, and were fed two meals of concentrated feed a day. They also had the habit of bathing, combing their hair, and dressing themselves. They looked much pleasing to the eye than their dirty and messy counterparts in the Gnoll Valley. Each of them was simply a handsome man among dogs.

He had been with the little mouse for too long and had acquired her habit of being taciturn. He only wanted to stay close to Olivia to seek love and care. He would just stare blankly and gain weight when he had nothing to do, and he didn't look very smart.

“I see…”

Leo's smile gradually became weird.

We have raised you for so long, it's time to start working and repay Hewan for raising you!

Seeing Leo striding towards her with a grim smile on his face, Olivia seemed to have telepathic knowledge and immediately knew what Leo was going to do.

"What are you going to do?" Olivia put down the work in her hands, reached out her hands, picked up seven or eight of the smallest kobold cubs around her, and protected the other dogs like an old hen.

This is my cub!