Slag that is completely in a magma state pours out from the slag outlet unbridled. They are actually a kind of molten volcanic glass that quickly begins to solidify when it comes into contact with the cool ground.
Subsequent slag continues to gush out, stacked on top of the slag that begins to solidify in front, forming a layered, wavy shape.
Most of the Russian people have never paid attention to blacksmith smelting, so how can they understand the slag?
Their limited cognition simply cannot understand what is happening in front of them. How to explain it? Perhaps the blacksmith learned some Asgardian technology through Rurik?
In people's hearts, Asgard is regarded as the holy land in the sky. It is the home of the gods and controls unparalleled technology.
It's a bit strange to say that it's entirely because Rurik promoted a concept, the so-called "Asgardian technology can be reproduced in the human world." He has been explaining from the beginning that the unprecedented things he has created are not divine power. Behind them are knowledge and technology. As long as they are obtained, mortals can become great.
The onlookers marveled at the fact that the Klavasen family had acquired knowledge only possessed by the gods. Everyone whispered among themselves, speculating on what the hot and sticky stuff that was spilled was.
Rurik crossed his hands and noticed Klavasen's gloomy face with interest.
He shouted directly: "Klavason, what are you afraid of?!"
"Sir!" Klavason really didn't know what to say. He shrugged his shoulders and opened his hands, and then quickly hugged his old face full of wrinkles and beard.
"What do you want to say?"
"I...I have never seen such a gushing slag!"
"Oh, then you must have never seen volcanoes and lava. Klavasen, ignore these slags, cool them with water, and shovel away the solidified slags." Rurik ordered.
Both Klavasen and Kawei, who were standing high up, felt something was wrong. After all, as blacksmiths, they had never seen slag waste flowing over such an area.
"Do as he says, Dad!" Kawe shouted.
Looking up at his son, Klavasen calmed down, then hurried back to the house, carrying a bucket full of stream water, and poured it directly on the hot slag.
In just a moment, the water instantly turned into neat, violent white smoke!
Who has ever seen such a terrifying amount of wet and hot water mist?
People began to scream spontaneously, and some people even climbed on the roof because they were so excited that they didn't do their best and rolled and fell to the ground, screaming.
The water vapor actually formed a spectacular mushroom cloud. Its appearance was the third time that shocked the ignorant tribesmen.
When the water vapor dissipated, a large amount of slag had turned black, and the surface was severely cracked.
Kawei simply jumped down from the steps. Together with his father, he picked up a long-handled shovel and slightly cleaned up the slag, which was mostly solidified.
The overall slag is still sticky, and it actually becomes a kind of glass. Kawei has already known this, so he and his father have experience in cleaning them. However, cleaning up so much slag is a real challenge.
The flame in the furnace is still burning, but because there is no more vigorous air blowing, the temperature inside it has dropped.
What the blacksmiths need is sponge iron, and since the molten slag that flooded them has basically overflowed, the remaining sponge iron is stacked on top of each other and piled at the bottom of the furnace.
When the still-smoking black slag was piled into a small mound, the onlookers realized how these strange things that had cooled down looked like rocks. No, they are just rocks!
What is it like to watch iron smelting?
Kawei felt that standing on the high platform, he was the revered king.
In fact, blacksmiths are indeed highly respected by everyone, because people really need all kinds of metal tools nowadays, and in order to get them, people are willing to spend a lot of money to buy them.
The tall stove exudes frighteningly high temperatures, especially the temperature at the stove mouth. Just standing on the steps, Kawei felt that a skinned fat sheep put on an iron skewer and placed at the stove mouth would be cooked in a short time. .
In order to prevent himself from turning into a roasted sheep, Kawei had no choice but to pour water on himself desperately. Then he stood on a high platform with a huge tongs and bravely inserted the tongs into the stove to detect the location of the sponge iron.
He found an obstacle, determined that it was the target, grabbed it with a pair of tongs, and struggled to pull the tong upward.
"It's really stupid. Are you going to pull up the iron block like this? If you weren't wearing thick leather gloves, your arms would be burnt." Rurik curled his lips, his expression full of helplessness and regret.
The other onlookers, with their mouths wide open and their eyes wide open, watched helplessly as the brave young blacksmith pulled out a lump of hot material with yellow and white light from the furnace.
Rurik saw that the gloves were already smoking violently because Kawei needed to use the tongs to hit some very hot parts.
"What a madman! After you solve this matter, I will help you transform this terrible stove and make it docile."
Kawei was literally fighting in the flames. He realized that his decision was quite foolish, but he had no better way.
So, couldn't Kawei cool down the stove first and then easily take out the sponge iron?
He couldn't do that.
If you pour a lot of water into the stove, God knows what will happen with the huge amount of steam produced.
In fact, during his long-term smelting work, the young Klavasen tried to violently extinguish his former furnace. In the end, the fixed clay furnace he built was damaged by steam and cracked everywhere, and it directly shattered during the subsequent smelting. .
Following his father's lesson, Kawei was really worried that pouring water into such a large stove would cause the whole stove to crack and collapse, and that would be the end of it.
Of course, he could also wait for the natural cooling of the furnace, but since the initial design of the tall furnace required finding ways to use existing materials to build a furnace with excellent temperature locking capabilities, its natural cooling must also be a long process.
The Kravasen father and his son were not so carefree. Kawei had no choice but to pull out the hot sponge iron piece by piece at the huge risk of being burned in the shocked, worried and even expectant eyes of the tribesmen. Simply release the tongs and let them fall to the ground.
A piece of sponge iron has fallen to the ground, and another piece has fallen from a height. The strong collision produces very beautiful sparks.
While waiting, Klavason quickly carried the fire tongs and kept pulling the sponge iron that his son had thrown down away from the stove. Finally, he violently cooled it down with a bucket of water.
Rurik thought that Kawei was trying his best in what happened before, but what Klavasen did now was puzzling to him, a sensible person.
But Rurik soon figured out the reason.
Kawei fully embodies the strength and robustness of a steelworker, as well as his extraordinary tolerance for heat.
Although he was wearing a leather mask, he was also wearing thick leather clothes, and even a wet turban that wet his head. These measures were not good at blocking the heat. Kawei climbed down the stairs exhausted. He took off all his leather clothes and the thoroughly dried turban, revealing his hot and red face. He threw away the linen-lined clothes without any scruples, only to see that under his thick chest hair, there was also skin like a boiled lobster.
Kawei had actually been burned by heat, but these burns were very minor.
The work was over, and Rurik hurried over. He stopped next to Klavasen and witnessed the large amount of blackened chromium-iron alloy that was densely packed with holes and was in the state of sponge iron.
"I can't believe that you finally succeeded."
"Yeah. I'm about to be burned to death! In the north, even our big furnaces don't have this danger. Rurik, maybe it's not a good idea to make a bigger furnace." Kawei was talking discouraged, Liuli K is not angry at all.
Rurik turned to look at Klavason: "I saw you cooled them with water. You should strike while the iron is hot."
"Forging iron? Forget it." Klavasen pointed to the sponge iron at his feet, and then pointed to the furnace that was still full of heat: "Although it is a bit risky, this furnace is our holy place for smelting sponge iron. As a blacksmith, Kawei I have an obligation to take risks. You know, smelting sponge iron is the beginning of all forging, and I need a large reserve of sponge iron, so that I only need to heat it again in a small furnace and it can be freely forged."
"That's true." Rurik nodded. He really knew the value of primary smelting materials like sponge iron. He raised his little head and looked at Kawei, who was all red: "You are trying your best! Oh, maybe you don't feel it."
"Me! I'm very proud." Kawei showed a sunny smile like a big boy, but it was somewhat inconsistent with the color of his grilled lobster.
"Are you proud? You are still working hard. But you have indeed made great achievements. You actually used only one furnace and only one smelting to burn all the northern ores we brought back! Oh, although these ores are not Not a lot."
"This is the advantage of a huge stove!" Klavasen, who was sitting cross-legged casually, hugged a sponge iron that was still a little hot to the touch with both hands, and used his own mild steel hammer to hit it quickly, and the surface of the sponge was exposed. There were a lot of metal lines, and the hard texture really shocked Klavasen. "Ouch, just sponge iron is so hard!"
"It's just very hard!" Rurik boasted proudly, "No matter what kind of steel is smelted with our local ores, it can't compete with the ores produced in the northern settlements."
At this point, Klavasen completely trusted Rurik's words. Seeing is believing. Today, he really saw the power of the so-called ferrochrome.
Those Covin people who were ordered to settle in Ironburg in the north had a group of newly trained blacksmiths emerge within two months. Although those guys were all Rurik's slaves, Rurik was actually using the labor force of those slaves to sell a powerful chrome ax to the Russians, which made Klavasen jealous and in danger.
After all, all the blacksmiths in his family and even the tribe are in a business alliance with Rurik. This is a contract that is written in writing and witnessed by the priest in person.
But the contract never restricted Rurik from transferring his skills to his slaves.
Klavason's head is not a lump. He certainly knows how to extract slave labor in order to maximize his own interests. For example, he himself is using the labor of Kamni and the other ten Corvin boys, so that he is A mining site is designated in the mountainous area, and the rest can be left to the "little miners" under his command. Nowadays, Klavasen really doesn't have to go to the mountains to mine it himself. Thanks to those children, the Klavason family's iron production can overwhelm their peers in the tribe.
As a result, a large amount of ferrochrome in the form of sponge iron was collected and piled into the ore warehouse of the Klavasen family. After all, all the furnaces in the house have been divided into processes. For example, one furnace is dedicated to smelting sponge iron and double-heating semi-finished blanks, and the other is responsible for carburizing and smoldering sword and ax heads. Now, with the emergence of huge stoves, Klavasen quickly re-planned the uses of each stove.
What happened in the huge smelting furnace has naturally become an important topic of conversation among the tribesmen.
Ordinary tribesmen regarded this matter as an anecdote and expressed their admiration for the ability of a Ross blacksmith.
But when the ten visitors to Narvik Port arrived, the matter took a different turn.
The sound of tinkling tinkling continued to be heard in the blacksmith shop. Even at night, when the only sounds of the waves should have been, the sound of the blacksmith's hammering made the night more peaceful.
Ten travelers from the Balmok tribe were treated as guests and stayed in a comfortable wooden house, and Rurik asked them to stay until the big leader returned. As for the day of return, I am afraid it will be early October. Even so, in order to meet the leader of Ross, the travelers would rather walk a long and slow road in the ice and snow than continue to wait.
Two days have passed since the iron smelting in the huge furnace. The leader of the travelers, Modgen, was tossing and turning from time to time. He even unconsciously ran to the Klavasen house and watched from a distance as the furnace began to operate for the second time.
Thinking of a strong blacksmith taking out nearly thirty pieces of hot sponge iron from the furnace at one time, Modgen was frightened.
Of course Modgen didn't notice that the Klavassens had been struggling for most of the day to get the stove running. The previous hardening furnace operation was not only time-consuming and labor-intensive, but also consumed a huge amount of charcoal to bake this "giant pottery".
He did not realize that behind the operation of this big furnace was the great effort put in by the blacksmith family. He only saw the successful side of the blacksmith after all the hardships and ignored the efforts.
In fact, as early as in Fort Ellen, Modgen was in awe of the Russians' iron-smelting ability. He never thought that in Fort Ross, he would see the peak smelting efficiency.
Modgen had to think a little more, why did the boy Rurik intentionally invite his brothers to watch this good show?
The Russians must be deliberately showing off their muscles! They are swearing to the Balmok people that they are powerful!
Originally, we were visiting the Kovin people and doing business with them, but now we learned that all the Kovin people have become slaves of the Rus, and they have entered the legendary territory of the Rus. Everyone keeps witnessing incredible things. How can Modgen not think too much?
Modgen became an observer. He did not ask himself to figure out how to smelt with a giant furnace. He just wanted to see some details and make an assessment of the Russian people's smelting efficiency, so that he could report to the leader when he returned to his hometown. He also gave a detailed explanation on "Russians have strange ways to smelt iron". He hoped that his travel stories could impress the Balmok leader and get a reward.
Modgen began to pay attention to the blacksmith's second smelting, and Rurik certainly knew about it.
It took the Klavasen family three days to finally forge all the ferrochrome sponge iron into ferrochrome alloy bars of basically the same size. These iron bars are only as big as a man's straight palm, which is equivalent to only 20cm. In such a short length of time, what are Kravassin and Carvey plotting? In fact, the two just want to make some excellent meat cutting knives. A hunter always needs a suitable knife. Chromium steel lacks toughness, so it would be terrible to forge a dagger, so they made small daggers and knives. The two believed it could do the job.
There is still a part of the ferrochrome that has not been forged, and the Klavasen family has already made as many as fifty blanks. The long work of smoldering and carburizing is naturally left to Kamnier and other apprentices.
