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Chapter 8 Crucible Steelmaking
At this time, the smoke from the cooking rose again at the gate of the village, and the fragrance of the rice lingered in the nostrils, with a few wisps of pork smell, making the Assassin recruits salivate.

"Do we have meat for lunch?" Ivan the orc boy grumbled.

"Yes."

Allen nodded, looking at the white rice in front of him, with a few pieces of meat and vegetables on the rice.

They saw the meat and vegetables, and the sound of gurgling rang out in the arena.

Everyone was thinking: What a luxurious meal, if Alan hadn’t said that soldiers have to eat enough to be strong enough to train, I would have divided this meal into three-day portions and digested it slowly one bite at a time.

"By the way, are the eggs ready to be steamed?" Allen asked who was in charge of cooking the eggs.

Gollum.

The sound of drooling came from the beast crowd again.

Eggs are a delicacy that exists in dreams. Many orcs only eat eggs once during the Chinese New Year. The rest of the time eggs are rare materials used to make money.

"Come to get the eggs, everyone is in line, and the orcs who don't line up have no eggs!"

The steamed eggs came out of the oven in good time, and a group of orcs were excited and rushed forward one after another, vying to be the first orcs to get the eggs.

Allen immediately stood up and scolded everyone to line up.

"Everyone queues up. Those who don't queue up have no discipline and no eggs to eat!"

After Allen finished speaking, he immediately called out the two quarreling orcs.

What he wants is a team of assassins who can abide by the law, assassinate, inquire about intelligence, and be tolerant. Discipline is a rigid requirement.

When firearms are developed in the future, the assassination ability of these assassins will be improved to a higher level, so it is not a loss to train assassins now, and the assassin organization can be upgraded to special forces in the future. These fifty soldiers are the seedlings of future special forces.

After being warned by Allen, the chaotic formation quickly formed a row, but there were still some people vying for rankings, and no one would let anyone else.

Allen named a few more orcs and asked them to leave the team without eating eggs.

The rest of the orcs who were still in a commotion were shocked when they saw this, and immediately behaved quietly with their tails between their legs.

A few orcs went out and ate sullenly.

"Ivan, do you think there will be eggs to eat in the future?"

The orc ate ​​the few slices of pork in the bowl and felt happier than ever before, and his tail couldn't help but stand up.

It would be great if I could add another egg, but unfortunately I was too impatient just now, and Alan caught me as a model.

"I don't know, but I know that I can save my sister by following Master Allen to learn assassin skills."

Ivan shook his head. When he grabbed the eggs just now, he only acted with youthful enthusiasm. Now that he has calmed down, he still regrets it.

Master Allen had already considered them very much, and he was still thinking about scrambling for eggs, a feeling of guilt rose from the bottom of his heart.

The old hunter was eating in the field, and when he heard their voices filled with guilt, he said lightly, "Since you feel guilty, study hard, strive to become an assassin as soon as possible, and don't let Lord Alan live up to your expectations."

Ivan was shocked when he heard the words, and he had an unknown feeling, and said, "Yes! Master Jennings!"

"Just call me the instructor, this is what Allen ordered."

"Yes, Instructor!"

Ivan and the two orcs yelled, and everyone laughed, but their expressions became serious from the joy.

With such a good meal, it is true that Lord Alan cannot live up to his wishes, and they also shoulder the important task of saving the cat slaves.

Allen was also happy to see everyone's discipline gradually improving.

After a while, the orcs finished their meal and started chatting.

"Tell me, Master Allen is so powerful, why was he afraid of the old priest before?"

"Well, maybe the Mother of Iron and Stone knew our pain and specially asked Alan to lead us to the light." Ivan guessed.

In the world of the orcs, the orcs retain the worship of nature, and often regard a certain natural object as having supernatural powers, and the mother of iron in Ivan's mouth represents the mine behind the big iron village.

Why is Alan so strong?

The villagers with low IQs can't think of a reason, but they can only attribute it to the care of the villagers by the mother of iron and stone.

After all, everyone looked at Allen, hoping to get an answer from him.

Allen didn't deny it either, and said ambiguously: "Maybe, maybe not."

His strength comes from the perception of life and death in countless reincarnations. It seems to be okay to say that it is a supernatural gift. After all, the infinite streaming game itself is beyond common sense.

In the eyes of Assassin recruits, Allen's performance is modest.

With such strength and humility, the orcs' admiration for Allen suddenly rose to the next level.

I really hope that one day I can reach that level, Ivan thought.

……

In the afternoon, Allen did not stay in the army, but ran to the blacksmith shop again to check their situation.

As soon as he entered the blacksmith shop, a wave of heat hit his face. Every orc was shirtless and worked hard, enjoying himself.

"Master Allen!"

"You are finally here, let's see if this is a graphite crucible?"

"let me see."

Allen walked over with interest, and saw the small gray crucible with a relatively round bottom.

The coal ore underneath was burning fiercely, and the heat wave was billowing. Unfortunately, the crucible was closed, and the scene inside could not be seen.

The blacksmith Abel looked excited, seeing Alan was like seeing a big sword.

"I followed your instructions, using the secret ratio of graphite, clay, silica and wax stone as raw materials, and carefully fired it."

Allen listened and watched, and asked again: "After using it to make steel, what is the quality of the steel?"

Steel is Allen's next focus. Only good steel can make a good lathe, and then light up the industrial technology tree of the steam engine.

On the other side of Wangcheng, it is rumored that there is a crucible steelmaking method, and most of the related lathes are also available. It seems that the aboriginal orcs in Wangcheng already have the environmental conditions to manufacture steam engines, what is lacking is the opportunity.

And Datie Village is one of the places where high-quality iron ore is supplied. The blacksmith in the village once went to Wangcheng to work as an apprentice blacksmith. After returning home depressed.

After Alan came, he used the bug-level teaching ability to slowly unfold the majestic curtain of the metallurgical industry in front of the old craftsmen.

The orcs were so excited that they didn't even sleep. They worked all day yesterday and at night, and finally produced the core item of the crucible steelmaking method last night-the graphite crucible.

"Master Alan, do you want to wait for the steel body to be born?"

The master craftsman had dark circles under his eyes. After staying up all night, he was still full of energy, his tail was straight and his enthusiasm was like fire.

"Forget it, you'd better rest for a while and send a blacksmith who is not sleepy to accompany me."

"No, I, Abel, used the crucible steelmaking method for the first time, and I want to see the new good steel again."

Seeing that he was so persistent, Allen couldn't persuade him anymore. He took the blacksmith to watch for a while, opened the closed cover in the graphite crucible, and saw red molten steel bubbling inside, his face was red and steaming for a while, and he nodded in satisfaction. .

Then he threw out his purpose for today: "I have here a weapon design drawn last night, you find a way to complete it, I want 52 pieces."

Abel's cat ears perked up, and his expression changed.

Yesterday the village chief said that he was going to draw a weapon design. At first he didn't believe that Alan knew how to design weapons, but after the graphite crucible was really formed, he vaguely looked forward to it.

I hope Village Chief Alan's weapon design is not too bad, after all, weapons are not crucibles.

Spreading out the blueprint, he saw gloves, a short sword, and the most detailed mechanical design.

Abel just glanced at it, ignoring the gloves and dagger, staring straight at the ingeniously designed and complicated mechanism, and his whole soul was sucked in.

"What's its name?" Abel was silent for half a minute before asking this question.

Allen didn't keep a secret, smiled and said:
"Hidden Blade."

　If you don't know the crucible, you can skip making it.

　　Don't forget the ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)