Nalant came directly to the carriage sent by the dwarves, and immediately picked up a mining pick from the basket.
The length of this mining pick is only over forty centimeters, and its shape is the same as the mining picks of previous generations. One side is a flat shovel, which can be used for digging.
One side is tapered with a curvature, which can be used for pounding gravel.
At this moment, there are two inscriptions engraved on the pickaxe head.
The functions of these two inscriptions are toughness and lightness respectively.
Although even the handle of the mining pick is made of metal, it feels as light as nothing in the hand.
"good!"
There is no doubt about the dwarves' craftsmanship, and Nalant didn't need to try it to know that the workmanship of this pickaxe was absolutely in place.
"Hey, Nalant, if you like it... that..." Heita burst out laughing when he saw Nalant's affirmation.
The next moment, he rubbed his hands with anticipation.
"Haha, according to the pre-agreed reward, each person has ten barrels of Eye of the Storm liquor, plus free food in the town restaurant for a month!"
"Thomas, tell Mario later to note down both the Black Tower and these three dwarves!"
Nalant naturally understood the meaning of the black tower, and happily gave the reward.
If you want your horse to run fast, you must have enough fodder.
Moreover, the Eye of the Storm is definitely a first-class wine in the eyes of dwarves.
But Nalant, a member of his family, knew that one silver coin could buy a pot of Eye of the Storm, which was not too cheap.
It is even more profitable to use it as reward for the dwarves.
"Haha, thank you Nalant, you are truly a generous human noble!"
Black Tower beamed with joy, as did the three dwarves beside him.
After hearing the Black Tower's promise, they followed out with hesitation.
Now I have indeed obtained ten barrels of Eye of the Storm wine, which is definitely a huge profit.
After all, among the dwarves, a pot of Eye of the Storm costs ten gold coins.
"Heita, no need to thank me, we are friends!"
"By the way, although I gave you the Eye of the Storm, you should be patient for the next few days and don't drink too much. After all, I still need your help in forging my magic energy cannon!"
"After the magic energy cannon is forged, I will ask the town restaurant to prepare more delicious food for you."
Nalant waved his hand towards the Black Tower. He liked to be in contact with these upright guys the most.
"No problem, Narant. As a friend, I will definitely finish the things you arranged first, and I guarantee there will be no delay!"
After saying that, Black Tower took the three dwarves and left happily.
Although Nalant also arranged for the Black Tower to forge a lot of magic cannon barrels during the expedition, he was the only one at that time, so the number of barrels produced was not many, only twenty.
In order to deal with the Bach Empire coalition forces, Nalant regarded this magic cannon as his most reliable weapon.
In this way, when there are enough magic crystals, the more magic cannons, the better.
"Quick, where is that guy Lombard now?"
After the dwarf left, Nalant looked at Quick.
"Sir, according to your instructions, the Goblins are working hard to forge the magic carriage. Narumba has been in the workshop for the past two days, saying that it is to prevent the Goblins from being lazy and delaying your arrangements!"
"Well, let's go and have a look!"
Nalant nodded and headed directly towards the Goblin Workshop.
When I arrived at the Goblin Workshop, I saw Lumba with his hands on his chest and his head held high, constantly walking around the workshop supervising the work of the Goblins.
This guy still looks like a human being at this moment. He is wearing a set of human silk robes, but he doesn't look as shabby as when he was wearing a beggar's outfit.
"Ah, my lord, you are here!"
Lumba soon saw Narant's arrival, and his serious face was immediately filled with a flattering smile.
This goblin leader has long been accustomed to being a lackey after several months of living.
The most important thing is that the life in the Storm Territory is so nurturing.
Not only do you have new and comfortable clothes to wear, but you also have a comfortable big house and delicious food to enjoy.
Even if he were asked to go back to the wilderness and become the leader of such a life, he would not be willing to do so.
As a leader, he can only wear shabby linen clothes, eat bugs in the swamp all day long, and even eating a piece of barbecue is a luxury.
Unlike now, you can eat barbecue every day, and you can also enjoy delicious wine.
"Well, Lumba, how is the forging of the magic carriage and magic cannon going?"
"Honorable Sir, the twenty magic energy cannon barrels have just completed the engraving of the inscriptions today, and the chief craftsman of Luba is doing the final inspection."
"If there are no problems with the inspection, the shooting test can be carried out directly at that time."
"In addition, ten of the magic carriages you ordered have been forged now, and my people are still working hard to forge them. I believe that in a few days many more magic carriages will be completed."
"Ah, very good!"
Nalant nodded, the magic energy cannon was finally completed, which was a big relief for him.
Although the mana cannon barrel was forged by the Black Tower, the Goblins still had to do the engraving of the inscription.
After all, the most important thing about this magic cannon is the inscription on it. As long as the inscription is not leaked, no one else can learn how to forge the magic cannon.
As for the magic carriage, during this expedition, Nalant saw the effectiveness of the magic carriage.
Although it looks a bit strange, it looks like a tractor from a previous life.
But the magic carriage is more useful than the tractor, because as long as there are magic crystals, the power of the magic carriage will continue.
And because it is a fantasy inscription tool, the magic carriage is very reliable and not easily damaged.
Therefore, this is definitely a must-have item that allows the team to move quickly on the battlefield.
"Okay, since everything is going well in the workshop, Lumba, come with me. By the way, call ten Goblin warriors!"
"Yes, my lord!"
Afterwards, Lumba immediately called ten Goblin warriors to follow Nalant towards the castle.
When he arrived at the bottom of the castle, Nalant directly took a basket from the carriage that had been parked here.
"Rumba, try these mining picks!"
"Mining pickaxe?" Goblin Lumba stepped forward, but his eyes lit up when he saw the pickaxe in the frame.
"My lord, is this for us?"
Not to mention the appearance of the weapons in the basket, Rumba fell in love with each one when he saw that each one was an inscribed weapon.
Their group of goblins was originally really poor, and all the weapons and equipment in the clan were obtained when they escaped in the past.
Even the clan leader doesn't have a decent weapon.
But now Nalant actually prepared inscribed weapons for them directly, and judging from the workmanship, they must have been forged by the dwarves in the territory.
This is simply pie in the sky.
"Yes, you guys try this mining pick and see how it goes!"
Nalant nodded with a smile and pointed to a large rock that had been prepared not far away.
"Yes, noble sir!" Lumba did not hesitate to pick up one of the inscribed mining picks, and then said to the other subordinates: "Come here and get the weapon!"
After the other ten dwarves got their weapons, Lumba led everyone to the rock.
This rock block was brought back by barbarians. It weighed several thousand kilograms and was about the size of five or six people hugging each other.
"Sir, let's begin!"
Lumba held the new weapon that was as light as weight in his hand, and also wanted to test the weapon's advantages and disadvantages. After making a report, he immediately waved the mining pick and smashed it against the rock.
Puff puff!
The next moment, there was a continuous popping sound in the field.
To be continued...