"Try the knife!"
Wang Xiu adjusted his breathing in the room for a moment, regained his composure, and pushed out the door.
As soon as you go out.
Then he saw a large number of Blackstone tribesmen gathered in front of his house, with nervous expressions on their faces.
Wang Xiu asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
The high priest trembled and said: "Prophet, are you okay? We just heard something moving in your house..."
Wang Xiu suddenly realized, smiled and waved his hands: "It's okay, I'm practicing!"
Everyone understood, and a look of relaxation suddenly appeared on their faces: "That's good, that's good!"
no doubt.
Today, Wang Xiu is definitely the spiritual leader of the entire Blackstone Tribe.
If something happens to him.
The men and women in this tribe, old and young, will definitely cry to death, and those girls in their twenties and eighties will cry to death.
Wang Xiu said: "I'm leaving for a while and I'll be back soon. You guys have a good time here!"
The high priest nodded: "Yes!"
The words trailed off.
I saw Wang Xiu's fingers making secrets.
A ray of azure light flew out from behind him and turned into a magic sword as tall as one person, holding him up.
Then there was a flash of light.
Wang Xiu stepped on the flying sword and rode the wind, flew through the air, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared from everyone's sight.
Saw this scene.
All the primitive people in the room were not calm.
The high priest was stunned.
The Blackstone clan leader and deputy clan leader knelt on the ground.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
"Idiot!"
"The prophet... flew... flew... flew away!"
"Ulala!"
"Long live the Prophet!"
"..."
…
The newly forged flying sword has reached the level of a high-grade magical weapon and is stronger than Wang Xiu's original flying sword.
The [Wind Control] rune imprinted on it allows Wang Xiu to use it to achieve wind control flight.
now.
Flying sword on foot.
Looking down at the huge black canyon below, it looks like a huge black sword, spreading into the distance.
It was as if the entire earth had been chopped out by some sharp weapon with one blow.
"The rumors are indeed somewhat credible!"
Wang Xiu couldn't help but sigh.
The water in this world is much deeper than he thought.
What kind of existence could such a wild and ancient world be able to create such a terrifying scene with one blow using the power of the body?
But soon, he shook his head and put aside those unrealistic imaginations.
Focus on what’s in front of you.
With the Black Iron Flying Sword in his hand, it should no longer be a problem to cut through the Black Iron ore layer in front of him.
Black Iron Elite!
Xuanhuang mother's anger!
I, Wang Xiu...are here! !
Wang Xiu went deep into the veins.
The ore in front of him is not pitch black, but appears dark red and extremely hard.
Last time.
He stopped here and struck with all his strength with his flying sword, but only left a white mark.
"A weapon made of dark iron should be able to cut!"
Wang Xiu pondered, holding the Black Iron Flying Sword, without injecting any magic power, just using his physical strength to slash the sword body towards the ore in front of him.
Poof!
The hard dark red ore was like tofu under the blade of the Black Iron Sword.
There was a burst of tiny sparks as the sword edge rubbed against it.
Then it sank directly into it several inches deep.
"It really works! In this case, I will bring back some more black iron to make some mining picks. The primitive people of the Blackstone Tribe should also be able to use them!"
In this case.
All the Blackstone Tribe's workforce combined.
Going deep into the core of the mining area is just around the corner.
Wang Xiu's face showed joy, and then he pressed the seal with his hand to activate the formation in the Black Iron Flying Sword.
The sword trembled slightly, bursting out with fierce sword light, and quickly cut off pieces of ore rich in black iron, put them directly into the storage bag, and brought them back to the Black Stone Tribe.
…
Return to the tribe.
Wang Xiu started working non-stop.
With this half month of experience in refining weapons, he was completely familiar with it at this moment.
If it is to refine a real magic weapon that requires imprinting runes, the success rate may not be 100% certain, but it is just some mining picks and other tools, but it is not difficult at all.
"The black iron content contained in these ores is only about 3%... It is a bit unrealistic to completely use black iron to refine mining picks... But it is not a big problem. The texture of the smelted black iron is better than the original It is much harder, the ratio of nine to one is almost..."
Wang Xiu looked focused, holding his chin and thinking for a while.
The final decision was made.
A mining pickaxe contains 90% spiritual iron and 10% dark iron, which are refined and cast.
It is definitely qualified as a mining tool!
The most important thing is to save trouble.
If the durability runs out, it's easy to make a new one yourself.
Just treat it as a one-off!
After all, who allows the Blackstone Tribe to rely on an entire mineral vein? ?
So poor that only ore is left!
If the entire body was made of dark iron, it would take Wang Xiu a long time to smelt the materials.
…
Two days later.
Wang Xiu used up all the materials he brought back.
Create a five-handled ore pickaxe.
He immediately summoned the Blackstone High Priest and gathered all the adult men!
It didn't take long.
In front of Wang Xiu stood neatly twenty-one figures.
The male-female ratio in the Blackstone Tribe is very even.
The quantities are almost the same.
Except for some children and really old people, everyone else is here!
"Prophet, everyone is here, please give your orders!"
The high priest said respectfully.
Wang Xiu nodded, looked at everyone and said: "As we all know, the biggest difference between humans and beasts is that we are good at using all the tools around us! Just like the bone sticks and bone axes you used to use..."
"But I think you should have felt by now that tools at that level are far from enough!"
"So, I'm going to teach you now how to get new weapons!"
Hear the words.
The leader of the Blackstone clan held the black dragon sword, scratched the back of his head, and said with confusion on his face: "Prophet, we already have the artifact you gave us, don't we need other weapons?"
Wang Xiu glanced at him and said calmly: "Teaching people how to fish is worse than teaching them how to fish! Your weapons are enough now, but what if your weapons break down later? Or maybe the tribe is getting bigger and bigger." , there are more and more people...do you want me to help you refine everyone's weapons?"
Hear this.
The Blackstone High Priest quickly rolled his eyes at the clan leader, and said in a panic: "The prophet is right, we should be self-sufficient! Please forgive me, the prophet..."
The leader of the Blackstone clan was also a little panicked.
I secretly regretted it and wished I could give myself a slap.
Look what you are saying?
How could a great prophet do everything himself?
He hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "I know I was wrong, please forgive me!"
When the others saw this, they were also frightened and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy.
If they offended the prophet and made him angry, they would not even have time to cry.
Wang Xiu shook his head, sighed slightly, and said, "Get up!"
There was a pause.
He added: "What's more, the weapons I gave you before are not that great! I have more to teach you in the future. You must study hard so that you can carve out your own way in this wild land. One country will make the tribe bigger and stronger!"
Listen to this.
The leader of the Blackstone clan and others asked with some confusion: "Isn't this artifact amazing? Is there anything more powerful than this artifact?"
Wang Xiu smiled softly and said nothing. He just raised his hand and made a sword gesture.
Buzz!
A ray of blue sword light shot up into the sky from behind him, and the sword's intent was fierce and sharp.
