In a society with low productivity, metal objects are hard to come by and have high value.
In many cases, the number of metal objects owned directly represents the gap between rich and poor.
The same is true in Demon Eater City. Ordinary people do not own many iron tools, and most of the metal resources are in the hands of the government.
Especially during war times, metals are more strictly controlled.
All the metal reserves in Demon Eater City have been sent to the blacksmith shop to make city defense weapons such as armor-piercing arrows.
The blacksmith did not disappoint, but in three days, 10,000 armor-piercing arrows were completed.
The small reserve of iron ingots had been exhausted, so everyone felt very embarrassed after hearing the blacksmith's request.
"Why don't you donate your home's ironware, as well as various gold, silver, and bronze items to the master ghost craftsman?"
Someone made a suggestion and everyone immediately agreed.
The Demon-Eating City is in danger and is surrounded by demons. Everyone knows what will happen if the city is destroyed.
Protecting the Demon Eater City and protecting their families is something that every resident must participate in.
In this special situation, you must not think too much about personal gains and losses, but focus on the overall situation.
It didn't take long for the people in the city to get the news that the master ghost craftsman was preparing to build weapons to defend the city, but he lacked enough metal.
Therefore, we need the support of the people of the whole city, donating metal objects that are temporarily unused at home, which can be considered as a contribution to the protection of Demon Eater City.
People across the city responded positively to this incident.
Various metal objects were constantly rummaged out, and when the street patrol warriors drove by, they would be piled on top of the long carriage.
"Thank you, thank you all, fellow villagers!"
The warriors who patrolled the streets with a majestic face in the past were now clasping their fists and thanking the people, obviously moved by the scene in front of them.
Although as a common man, he usually complains a lot, but when crisis comes, he often understands the righteousness best.
Carts pulled by giant oxen shuttled through the streets of Demon Eater City, filled with various metal objects, and then transported back to the street where the blacksmith shop was located.
The blacksmith stood at the door, watching the scene in front of him silently, as if there were flames flashing in his eye sockets.
"Hey, these people in Demon Eater City are really impressive. They are far more sensible than the scum I came into contact with back then."
Liu Qing said in a faint tone, then looked at the blacksmith with a bright smile on her lips.
"The whole city is helping you like this, so I can't lag behind others, I must also help you find iron.
About 30 feet underground in the city, there is a large tomb of unknown age. It is probably that of a prince from a certain dynasty.
There are quite a few iron men and horses arranged in formation in the tomb, and there is also a ghost king living inside.
That guy is very low-key. I've been in the city for so long and he never showed up.
I'm going to make a trip today to discuss with the ghost king and borrow some of his funerary items for use. "
As soon as Liu Qing finished speaking, she was about to turn around and leave.
"How strong is the Ghost King? Do you want my help?"
The blacksmith turned his head and asked Liu Qing, his eyes also flashing with fighting intent.
He has been promoted to Ghost King, and his strength makes Liu Qing secretly frightened.
His own strength is not weak. If combined with the superb fire control technique, the ordinary ghost king is no match at all.
The only thing he lacks may be combat experience.
"Don't worry, if it was in the past, I might still be afraid of it.
But now that he is holding the skull hammer and wearing the armor gifted by his master, if the ghost king dares to disobey, I will beat him to his knees and call him mother! "
She may have a pretty face, but her words put the seven-foot man to shame.
There was a monk from the Zhenfu Division next to him. After hearing Liu Qing's words, a strange expression appeared on his face.
"Little guy, do you think I'm bragging?"
Liu Qing blinked, looked at the young Zhenfu Division monk, and asked in a neither salty nor bland tone.
Cold sweat immediately rolled down the young monk's forehead, and his face was filled with an expression of being wronged.
"Auntie, I have never thought that way. You must have misunderstood."
"Oh, then what did your expression just mean?"
"I...I was just thinking about how the Ghost King calls you mother..."
Liu Qing was stunned when he heard this and suddenly laughed.
"The little guy is interesting, I like it very much.
This is the heart-protecting armor of the Bailin Demon King. I don’t need it, so I’ll give it to you as a gift! "
While speaking, he threw out an object and landed in the monk's arms.
The next moment, Liu Qing had disappeared without a trace.
The young monk looked at the items in his arms and noticed the smell of fish and blood. He didn't know what to do for a moment.
"This is a good thing. I will help you refine it later. It can help you withstand fatal attacks."
The blacksmith's voice sounded, still neither salty nor light.
When the young monk from the Zhenfu Division heard this, his face was filled with joy, and he quickly thanked the blacksmith.
"No need to thank me, everyone is just doing their part to protect Demon Food City."
Just as we were talking, people on the street were already busy, throwing various metals into the furnace.
The blacksmith personally directs and makes the molds for casting, and the entire process is meticulous.
The drawings Tang Zhen provided to the blacksmith were actually a special kind of artillery, which Tang Zhen specifically built based on the blacksmith's abilities.
The name is also very simple, it's called Demon-Slaying Cannon.
Through the special cannon, the cannonballs made by the blacksmith are launched, thereby causing damage to the monsters.
It sounds simple, but if you look at it from the perspective of an expert, you will know how difficult it is.
Putting aside everything else, no one in this world can understand just the rune array on the demon-slaying cannon.
The blacksmith also knew little about it, but he knew very well that what Tang Zhen gave him was absolutely correct.
After everyone was busy, the mold was finally made. After the cannon was cast, it would be quenched and polished by the blacksmith himself.
After instructing everyone to make a large number of molds according to similar methods, the blacksmith returned to the shop.
After entering, he saw Tang Zhen standing next to the table, seeming to be drawing something?
"If there's anything you don't understand, you can always come and ask me."
At this moment, the blacksmith saw the content of Tang Zhen's painting, which was a golden bridge running through the sky, with many looming and powerful figures on it.
In addition, the golden bridge was covered with various runes, and the blacksmith became dizzy just by glancing at them.
At this time, Tang Zhen suddenly started writing and wrote the word "Bu" at the bottom of the paper.
The blacksmith still couldn't understand it, but he had a feeling that this word seemed to provide insight into the secrets of heaven.
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound, and the entire paper instantly turned into particles and disappeared without a trace like smoke.
"It still doesn't work!"
Tang Zhen said in a sighing tone, shook his head and returned to the yard, sitting under the old tree.
The blacksmith recalled the runes he had just seen, and suddenly felt dizzy, as if his body was about to explode.
While being shocked, he quickly cleared all the memories in his mind and never dared to think about it again.
Arriving in front of the blacksmith's furnace, the blacksmith picked up the drawing that Tang Zhen had given him before and read it again with concentration.
Then he picked up the hammer and started hitting it one after another amidst the screams of his enemies.
