How To Make Pickaxe Head Cast の小説・ストーリー

"The Warlock’s incendiaries are barely scratching the secondary mantle! We need heavy mining drills, and it will take hours to haul them from the western peaks!" "We do not have hours, Kael!" I bellowed, my voice completely stripped of its civilized restraint. I wasn't holding a sword. The legendary broadsword Elara had ignited was lying useless on the surface. I was holding a massive, double-handed iron pickaxe. I turned back to the blackened, smoking rock face at the bottom of the crater. I swung the heavy iron tool with the absolute, apocalyptic kinetic force of an Alpha pushed completely beyond the limits of his own biology.

“This is unexpectedly…light?” Kaiser snapped his fingers as he commented, “You’re correct!” He then brought the nail in front of him—holding the head with the space between his index and middle finger while his other hand, using the same place, holding it’s end. “I made these nails by melting the same ingredients used in making a galvanized nail, but I added about several more ingredients to make it lighter and easier to throw. Because you want to throw these bad boys, right?” Kaiser grinned.

Miguel's personal assistant uttered, wearing a smile on his face. “This is indeed a great fortune and just you know about this.” “The whole gang knows about it too and in addition to it you and your men.” Miguel wished Frederic had an idea on how to go about it. “If we're going to make it ours, we need a good blacksmith. He's going to melt it into bars, knives and even swords, we need to take them out of this brick form and trash these crates too.” “So what do we do now?” “Boys get the bricks out and trash the crates. Burn them into ashes far away from here.”

Chausiku, the Head Blacksmith—a towering woman with arms as thick as tree trunks and a vicious scar across her collarbone—stepped forward, carrying a heavy bundle of dark, glowing metal with massive iron tongs. "Brace yourself, Anvil," Chausiku grunted respectfully, her face slick with sweat. "The metal is still remembering the earth." Mwajuma locked her knees and widened her stance. "Put it on me." Chausiku and two other muscular apprentices lifted the massive, custom-forged pauldron. It was not made of the delicate, iridescent silver of the Vanguard. It was forged entirely from the dense, unbreakable iron-shale that Mwajuma had ripped from the deep earth, inlaid with sweeping, intricate ve

"Be patient once I'm done, you will see. This is an experiment, I have no idea if this will work. So we will have to find out together." Xasha used over 150 different alloys and even a few potions to create his new alloy. He spent several hours breaking down the particle densities and building them back up with precision. He tossed out batches and restarted several times before he achieved a density that he was satisfied with. He poured out the hot molten alloy into his forging platform and began pounding out the impurities with the purification hammer. While dosing it in mana water, moon cleanse potion and his own blood.

Meeting Damian at the portal of the fifth floor after his specialisation quest, Zen noticed how the cyborg was already working on his gear. “Is that something from your quest?” Zen pointed at a gauntlet Damian was wearing. “This?” the purple-eyed teen raised his left arm. “I made it after finishing the specialisation because you took too long. After getting materials from the others, the blacksmith allowed me to borrow his workshop. It’s built from dismantling the magic wand the specialist NPC gave me with additional crafting ingredients for the buff. How does it look? It’s more efficient than waving a stick. I haven’t had time to create pre-casted magic circles into this, so it’s merely a p

He started giving me rules and regulations if he were to come to my pack. When I refused, he stood up and walked away. I needed a black smith to make armors and swords for me from the mined lead and I guess he saw it as an opportunity to demand for stupid things because my pack was rich. “Well, we can always find another blacksmith,” she said, trying to give me something to rely on. I wished it was that easy. Not a lot of people knew much about melting and changing the transformation of things. The mined lead was a very hard compound to crack. It took a lot of experience to be able to work with it.

Stepping back, she studied their handiwork with a critical eye. "We'll need to find some twigs for the arms, and maybe a few small pebbles for the eyes and mouth," she mused, scouring the surrounding area. "But where are we going to find a carrot for the nose?" She turned back to find Zavian watching her with an inscrutable look. "Check my coat pocket," he shrugged.

"Before we continue gathering materials for the Construction I'd like to get some proper tools. Bob, you can't keep felling trees with sticks, you obviously have a lot of stamina but I feel like we completely wasting your effort. Hiraku, your skill is enviable, but no matter how long we hit the logs with sharp stones, our progress will remain slow." "Sounds good to me, young Tsao, what do you think we should do?" "We should start with a chisel, with that we could craft a sturdy stone axe, or at least a hatchet. That will save us a lot of time." "I agree, but I wouldn't know where to start" says Bob dejectedly

I gave a quick bow before walking out of the mines, heading to the little stream nearby but before I reached there, I mad e a quick diversion to a corner I had found, hiding the stones that I had gathered to a growing pile of similar looking ones. I observed them, my brows furrowed in thought. This should be enough to make the blade that would deal the final to the king. Now I just need to find a way to smelt it, extract the ore and shape it into the blade. That is going to take a ridiculously long time since I had no free days. I took a deep breath, calming myself. One step at a time, no need to rush things. Covering it up securely, I went to the stream and washed myself of all the sweat an