Augustus Under the Horseshoe

"Welcome, welcome! Governors of the three provinces! Great Chief! Great Gold Lord Painhes! I am the foundry general of Okturon: Karbo Hall!"

Seeing the white horse and his dragon teleporting into the arena, the old dwarf sitting at the other end of the room immediately burst out with a thunderous roar. His voice was so loud that he was so scared that he fought in the arms of the warchief. There was a shiver, rubbing his pointed ears in distress.

The pale horse carefully looked at the old dwarf in front of him, the supreme ruler of the city of Octuron.

He is old and his gray hair has fallen out and nothing is left, but the same gray beard is still strong. The extremely luxuriant long gray beard is braided into three strands, composed of eighteen golden rings inlaid with gems of various colors. Fixed, drooping from the lips to the ankles.

The most peculiar thing is that the two arms of this old dwarf are shining with a peculiar metallic color. Four metal tentacles spread out from his shoulder blades, creeping slowly in the air. The top of each tentacles is like a Swiss army knife, densely packed. Stacked with all kinds of irons, forging, and a large number of professional tools that Painhurs could not recognize.

"I'm sorry, I can only receive you secretly like this, but, as you know, the so-called governor of the three provinces is just a fig leaf for the Senate. If I let you enter the city with integrity, in case you get known by those human things, everyone will save face. They all look ugly."

The tip of a twisted tentacle popped out a prop that looked like a pipe. It squirmed its steel body dexterously and sent it to the lips of the old dwarf, making it intoxicated by taking a big mouthful, and slowly exhaling smoke rings. .

"So, why are you here today?"

"Of course I am here to thank you for your care for the tribe over the past few years. The weapons you built for us are enough to arm twenty thousand households... Well, I mean the warband."

The pale horse took out a large amount of wine from the dimension belt, lined it up, and placed it in front of Calbo Har.

"I heard that you are addicted to alcohol. These things are the specialties of our tribe. You live in Rome. Would you like to try them?"

"liqueur?!"

The foundry general sniffed, and suddenly he got excited. He leaped off the seat and ran to Painhurs with two very thick short legs. The strange thing is that this guy is obviously only Wearing a simple red robe, but when he started running, he could hear the crisp sound of a large amount of steel rubbing against each other.

When he came in front of him, the warchief couldn't hear his heartbeat and breathing at all. The silent room contained only mechanical noises like clockwork and gears rubbing against each other.

"German Barbarian's ale, this rotten street stuff, are you kidding me? Elf wine, low in strength, not too sweet, and ugly, what is this milky white thing? It is rumored that the nomads make wine with livestock milk?"

The casting general looked critically at the specialties of these tribes. He tried to take a sip of milk wine, smashed his mouth, and continued to make comments.

"Well, the taste is good, the aroma is rich, the frankincense and the wine are perfectly blended together... but the degree is a bit low. What is this?"

Karbo Har has reached the last altar, in front of the industrial alcohol distilled from the Northern Bear Goblin. He just lifted the lid, the soaring alcohol directly staggered him, the sparks in the pipe shot into the wine, and it burned directly on the clear surface of the wine. The two colors of blue and scarlet were mixed. Flames of terror.

"This degree is not low, you try?"

Painhurs looked at the dwarf in front of him with amusement. The opponent was shocked at first, and then turned into ecstasy. After covering the lid to prevent the air from flowing in, and extinguishing the flames on the surface, he licked it tentatively, and then the top of the four mechanical tentacles , Immediately popped out a claw-like thing, grabbed the earthen jar, held it high, and poured it directly into his mouth!

This time it was the pale horse's turn to be shocked. When he drank a small glass of water of life, the witchcraft crown flashed aquamarine light on the spot, directly judging the thing as a toxin, and began to strengthen his body's immunity.

But this bad old man who almost lost his hair, half-legged into the coffin, would he dare to squirt directly into his mouth?

"This is exciting! This is exciting! What else?"

The dwarf who drank at least two liters of industrial alcohol in one breath began to move a bit erratic, and his old face was completely transformed into a scarlet face.

"If you want to like, there are many more in the tribe, and you can give you some after each tax."

Painhurs shrugged, those **** bear goblins pay tithes, and every time they get mixed into a dozen or so of this stuff-no one dares to drink it except themselves! However, this thing looks very precious to them, and the warchief is too embarrassed to say it. It hurts their enthusiasm and loyalty, resulting in a lot of this stuff in the treasury. The only purpose is to make some Molotov cocktails. .

"Okay, good brother!"

The casting general's tongue began to knot, but the voice was still loud and scary.

"I don't believe it. This time you came here in person to deliver wine to Lao Tzu. Let's talk! Is there any big order that requires your tribal chief to come personally? Lao Tzu guarantees that it can be built with hundreds of years of craftsmanship!"

"Okay, the casting general is refreshing! Then I'll just say it, Alaric, the Visigoth High King who has harassed your borders for decades knows? Even he is just my defeated general, I need a hand A large composite longbow worthy of my strength, and at the same time, a lightweight armor that a warlock can wear."

"Battle armor? This is easy! Arcane spellcasters need to cast a spell, too heavy armor will hinder the success rate of arcane poses, but as long as the lighter mithril material is used at the same time, the moonlight on the enchantment is enough Let a light chain armor shirt be worn by warlocks—many rich war wizards choose to wear it this way.

Don't worry, I will build a fitting armor for your governors of the three provinces in accordance with the highest treatment! The same specification as the governor of the six provinces who is in charge of the dwarf's hometown in the south! Two months, no, pick up in one month! "

The casting general slapped his chest across his thick white beard. The steel palm and the steel body collided several times, and the crisp knocking sound echoed back and forth in the enclosed room.

"But longbow, longbow..."

"What's wrong with the longbow? Do you have any difficulties?"

Looking at the old dwarf scratching his head, Painhurs asked suspiciously.

"Ah, only those sissy elves like to use longbows. We dwarves, and humans in the Western Empire prefer to use heavy crossbows-it's not that I can't make them, but we don't have the raw materials to make bows at all, especially to make legends. Bow, I'll write you a list of materials later, you can help me get the ingredients together before talking."

The casting general took out the paper with the first tentacles, the second tentacles unfolded into a flat tabletop, the third tentacles popped out of a quill, and the fourth tentacles held a small bottle of black water and started to write.

"Brothers have to settle accounts clearly, the governor of the three provinces? I have no raw materials. In terms of our friendship, the manual fee is waived, but Lao Tzu's tailor-made armor for you, but you have to charge money, and the price is not Fei, hehe."

"This stuff is not enough to pay."

The pale horse took out his trophy: Kungunir of Alaric, the Eternal Spear. This is carved with a rune of Rune, and it is indeed good to shoot out a spear that can turn into a thunderbolt. Unfortunately, the imprint of the gods on it has too many restrictions, and it is impossible to use it if you don’t believe in the Nordic gods-and, you use chaos fire to cast it yourself. The Evil Flame Spear's hit rate is not as good, but its power is not lost to this Thunder Spear.

"Oh? Alaric's Eternal Gun! It really fell into your hands!"

The foundry general was ecstatic, and the fifth tentacle squirmed out of his red robe and snatched Kungunir.

"Well, there are restrictions on beliefs, tut, it's a pity, but it's okay, I don't want him to be used for warfare, but for casting crafts. Good! A legendary thing is worth a legendary thing, fair and just!"

At this moment, Calbo Hall, who also finished writing a list of manuals for casting a legendary bow, handed the roll of paper to the hands of White Horse.

"Well, there is probably so much needed. I will help you forge the armor first, and you will start to forge the longbow when you gather the materials-that's it, give me more of this fine wine in the future!"

"No problem, no problem."

The warchief began to read a long string of words on the paper: Good guy, three tendons of any ancient dragon, each twelve feet, one hundred pounds of ancient dragon blood, and four tentacles of the heart-devil. They must be from the same adult individual. One log stump of yew, oak, and top wood, a complete skeleton of a lich, a pair of complete horns of a tauren, the higher the level, the better, fine gold, mythril, ah, these things make the city In stock, you don't need to do it.

Well, three different kinds of wood chips, bones, horns, metal, and tendons, tentacles, these are indeed materials for compound bows, but what's the matter with this amount? Are you using three log stumps for a bow?

"You don't know what part of a log pile is the real essence. I am a professional."

In the face of the warchief’s question, the casting general was plausible.

All right, Painhurs continues to look down, the bottom is the arrow material. The material of the arrow cluster is similar to that of the crossbow arrow. It can be made directly in the casting city, and there are many hard shafts. The main thing missing is the arrow feathers.

According to legend, a strange creature appeared in the nine prisons of Barto recently. It walks upright like a human, but has two swan-like necks, and an eagle-like fierce head, with two wings on its back, and its feathers are light blue. The gradation to deep purple is gorgeous and unusual. The feathers of these alien creatures seem to contain extraordinary magical abilities. As many feathers as you can get, I will cast as many special arrows for you.

The little devil, who had been sleeping on Painhurs’ shoulders, shuddered suddenly and became a great chaotic demon. Even if he disguised himself as a little devil, his wings would permanently change from bat wings to splendid splendid wings. .

And an ancient silver dragon zombie loli who was held in the arms of the warchief also widened her big watery eyes in horror...

"Ah, you have to catch the dragon alive. Not long after death, the tendons and blood lose their vitality."

General Foundry added a random sentence, letting Ning Rumeng amnesty and let out a sigh of relief.

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