Chapter 368: The fire outlet was robbed, let’s use a better one!
The two thick right hands are tightly clasped together.
Two warriors of high rank stood face to face, exerting force at the same time. The leather boots creaked under their feet. Gretel lowered his head and saw on the spot that the bricks under Prince Rothega's feet had several thin cracks.
"Want to spar? OK!"
Wang Zilang answered with a smile. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of cheers from around him:
"good!"
"simply!"
"Bold!"
Those who worked, those who watched, those who followed the team to watch the fun, a large group of dwarfs all clapped their hands, stamped their feet, and cheered loudly. Gretel raised his head from the rabbit, looked at the surrounding situation, and could only sigh:
Okay, dwarves regard grandeur as their beauty and their boldness as their beauty. If others come to your door for discussion, you must not give in!
Especially the candidates for the King Selection Battle! I would rather lose than shirk!
Grete and his rabbit were surrounded - or rather coerced, and moved out. The place of discussion was in the melting pot - what were you thinking, how could it be possible. In case the two sides got angry, use a heavier hand and kill the person
What should I do if it flies into a big melting pot? Even if people don’t fly in, if they drop a hammer and hit the lava, they still can’t fish it out, which is not good!
Discuss, no, compete, no, raise flags, definitely do it in a professional location!
Fortunately, there was a military zone not far from the mouth of the fire. Large groups of people moved to the competition ground, with three floors inside and three floors outside, and surrounded Rothega and Kai tightly. Gretel relied on his height to watch them from a distance.
Put on the full body armor, pick up the unedged heavy sword, and start to spar——
Ping ping pong pong ping ping pong.
Then Gretel couldn't understand anymore. He could only hear the sound of cheering, cheering, and shouting all around, mixed with heavy sounds like forging iron. The volume was estimated to reach 120 decibels. The two dwarves were coming and going, epee.
The swing was so fierce that every time it collided, the crowd burst into cheers.
"How is the situation now?"
He leaned back and asked Bernard in a low voice. Bernard stared at the arena with a sullen face for a while, then shook his head:
"I'm afraid I'm going to lose."
"What?!" Gretel was shocked. How could he tell? He looked evenly matched!
"His breath is messed up."
Grete said that he still couldn't see his breath or anything, unless he got close enough to count his breaths, or gave him a vital signs monitor. But the dwarves at the scene had already begun to commotion, and the cheers were getting smaller and smaller.
Then there was whispering and chattering——
"when!"
Two heavy swords clashed. The heavy sword in Prince Rothega's hand tilted to the side, and his feet slipped half a step, leaving the door wide open. Kai, of the Black Rock Tribe, took advantage of the situation and took half a step forward, holding his hands tightly.
He held the long sword, raised it with all his might, and pointed it at the prince's chest.
"I lost."
Prince Rosega threw down his heavy sword, wiped his sweat, panted and shook his head. Although he admitted defeat, he did not look depressed. He looked straight at the opponent without dodge. Opposite him, Kai also took advantage of it.
The tip of the sword was inserted into the soil, he took a step forward and reached out to him:
"You are a very powerful warrior. I look forward to fighting you again in a month."
The two big hands were tightly clasped together, and they shook up and down a few times. Then, Prince Rothega returned the weapons and armor, squeezed out of the crowd, and called to his teammates:
"let's go!"
After losing the battle, they naturally had no shame in occupying the fire mouth. The team dragged six mine carts, turned around collectively, and turned to another forging room. They walked for a long time, until they got into the forging room and closed the door, Gavin whispered.
road:
"Really! We obviously know that we have been busy all night, but now we come to challenge!"
"Don't say that." Prince Rosega finally calmed down his breath, smiled and shook his head:
"He is indeed stronger than me. We have similar strength and skills, but his breath is long and his endurance is better than mine——"
"That's because he hasn't been mining!" Gavin claimed. "He's been mining and forging iron. Every day there's dust or smoke. Who can have stronger breath? He's running around in the wild every day. How can he compare with someone who's mining?
Face!"
"But what to do now?" Hanna asked in a deep voice. The casting master kept squinting at the furnace, and from time to time he would reach out his hand and flick it quickly in the hot air above the magma:
"Without the fire outlet, it would be too difficult for us to smelt all the ore in time with so much ore. Do we need to buy a few less pieces? But your endurance is not as good as his, and if you wear less armor, it will be even more disadvantageous in a battle..."
Several dwarves gathered together and murmured. Some said that they needed to buy fewer pieces, some said that they should change the style of their helmets or breastplates, and some said that Rosega should work less these days to take care of her health.
After the discussion, some nerve was touched, and they all looked at Gretel in unison.
"Hey, Mr. Master, what's your clever trick?"
Gretel has been squatting in the corner to observe the rabbit. The breathing speed is normal, the body temperature is normal, there is no foaming, and there is no sluggishness... It seems that this operation is relatively successful. Alas, it is a pity that the rabbit cannot communicate and cannot control it to measure its vital capacity...
He raised his head only when his name was called. He pondered for a moment and looked at the lava:
"I do have a way to smelt ore, but I don't know if it will work. It's the idea I came up with when smelting mithril concentrate, which is to insert a pipe into the lava to blow air. Gavin, you
Have you heard from Master Tarbot? If so, can you explain it to them?"
"I've heard about it! I'll tell you!"
Gavin jumped up on the spot. He gesticulated with his hands and feet, then squatted on the ground and spread a layer of mineral sand, writing and drawing. The group of dwarves were doubtful, especially Hanna, who nodded and shook his head, but couldn't make up his mind. Grete
After thinking about it, I started doing the same thing, taking things out of the space bag:
These days he was doing alveolar lavage experiments, and he carried this set of equipment wherever he went. Now he set them up one by one, with Bernard squatting beside him to shake the generator, and Fellay and Hanna dragging them.
Holding the oxygen tube, he carefully approached the lava. Pure oxygen spurted out "chichi", and a white fire immediately appeared above the lava.
Hanna's eyes that had been squinting opened instantly, and his eyelids were raised, stretching his narrow eyes wide open. He almost rushed to the magma pool and stretched out his hand to test the air flow. Before his palms could get closer, they trembled violently.
:
"Yes! It can be used! It's such a big fire! - Can it be bigger? This fire is too little, not enough!"
"this……"
Gretel silently looked at the hand-cranked generator, and then at Bernard, who was squeaking and twisting the joystick:
"Then we have to change places..."
Where did you come from, where to go back. A group of seven people dragged the ore and returned to the steam engine again, getting rid of the guys. This time, the rotor of the hand-cranked generator was connected to a more powerful power.
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