Assault Battle Armor
"Exquisite!"
After giving such an evaluation, the smile on Lodran's face gradually faded, and so did the other dwarves. They all examined the blueprint as if facing a formidable enemy. To them, this set of battle armor was indeed quite a challenge...
If they tried to craft it recklessly and made any mistakes, the result would likely be a defective product, and they would face elimination. Therefore, the cautious Lodran asked,
"Queen Serea, this combat armor is extrely challenging. We've only just received this blueprint, so may I try leading a group personally for the first attempt?"
While speaking, lodran wanted to pave the way for his companions by personally leading the creation. This way, the success rate of forging for those who followed would increase significantly.
Of course, Serea could see through his thoughts, but...
"You may."
"Thank you, My Queen."
As Lodran spoke, he called over a few skilled armorers—six in total. Lodran himself was a senior armorer and led the team, and the other five were interdiate-level armorers.
As they approached the forge, Serea asked one more question.
"Are you starting now?"
"Yes, it's always better to take action than just stare at the blueprint in a daze."
With that, he placed the blueprint onto the blueprint rack.
"Light the furnace, stoke the fire!"
"Oh!"
The dwarves responsible for forging shouted in response, and then moved in practiced harmony. Flas rose in the forge, the materials were brought forth, and Lodran picked out the iron ingots, leather, and silk garnts in accordance with the blueprint.
As for the forging difficulty, the combat armor was the most intricate. Creating a set required the cooperation of three professions: the tailor, the armorer, and the leatherworker. This was a significant test for Lodran and the others.
Nevertheless, they brimd with confidence. While the furnace was still heating up, they started by cutting the leather and sewing the inner armor. Since this wasn't Lodran's specialty, the other dwarves handled it.
While the dwarves got to work, on the other side, Vina had already led Augustin and the others over—trolls, who would now learn armoring under Lodran.
Just as the dwarves were fervently forging, a calm voice sounded.
"That truly is an impressive craft."
They turned to see a thick, black to hovering in midair. That was...
"A magic to!"
A dwarf couldn't help but cry out.
Upon hearing this, the other dwarves also focused on the floating magic to, and for a mont, everyone was stunned.
A to containing the infinite knowledge of a domain—such a treasure was the dream of every professional.
"Did—did I see that right?!"
"It's actually..."
Before Lodran could finish, the magic to spoke up.
"A true forgemaster must be able to block out all external distractions during forging; otherwise, you'll never reach the realm of mastery, and you'll spend your whole life as nothing more than a senior armorer."
The magic to's voice was calm. After hearing its admonition, lodran clenched his teeth and reminded his companions,
"Dismiss all distractions—focus on the forging!"
"Yes!"
As Lodran spoke, the dwarves once again resud their armor crafting.
"But setting aside distractions is not as simple as it sounds. Didn't you notice the furnace is already at forging temperature? If you don't need it yet, why let it keep burning?"
Once again, the magic to's voice sounded. Lodran glanced sheepishly at the furnace; in his shock, he'd forgotten about it. Reminded, he quickly moved to the fire.
"Don't rush—bring your iron ingot and hamr."
"Er... right, right."
Shaken by surprise, lodran panicked a little, but quickly regained composure.
Hamr plus iron ingot; then ca the clang, clang of hamring. Lodran began shaping the iron ingot at high heat. At this mont, the strength of his senior armorer skills beca evident.
Every strike was just right, with perfect control over the temperature and technique. Seeing this, the magic to bobbed up and down in midair, as if nodding in approval.
Noticing the magic to's approval, lodran felt a bit excited. But rembering 'dismiss distractions,' he quickly shook his head.
"Don't look at it—must stay focused."
He muttered to himself as the steel armor components gradually took shape. The magic to swept around like an invigilator in an exam room. Whenever the dwarves felt its attention, they beca even more alert and tense.
Apart from Lodran, however, it seed no other dwarf satisfied the magic to. It floated over to the 'Assault Battle Armor' blueprint on the rack and, upon inspection, praised,
"A perfect work of art."
After speaking, the magic to opened, and a copy of the 'Assault Battle Armor' blueprint was magically recorded onto its pages. Then it lazily flew back to Serea's side.
"Forgive , My Queen, I was just a bit absorbed."
"No matter, after all, that is your work."
As Serea spoke, through the System's prompt, she learned that this was the administrator of the Blood Forge Platform, the Armorer's Magic To—Wilic.
Coming out with a na so quickly—no room at all to show off...
After a brief ntal exchange with Wilic, the two turned their attention back to Lodran and his group.
Three hours later, the combat armor stitched from leather and silk garnts was finished. Only the tal armor needed to be affixed. Lodran had also just finished forging his armor components; using magic to remove impurities and filth, the tal pieces glead with a cold, black light.
Riveting the tal breastplate, skirt armor, greaves, arm guards, guantlets, boots, and helt onto the leather outer shell, after three and a half hours and the combined efforts of six dwarven craftsn, a set of Assault Battle Armor was complete.
Though it was deep winter, the forging had left Lodran and the others drenched in sweat. They set the battle armor on the armor rack, then looked excitedly toward Serea and Wilic.
Especially Wilic—receiving the recognition of a magic to here ant limitless knowledge in one's future.
"Queen Serea, we're finished."
"No, sothing is still missing."
Before Serea could speak, wilic responded. Hearing this, Serea smiled and gave Celia a knowing look.
Celia stepped forward, drew out a few Death Crystals and a small piece of mithril.
She set the Death Crystals into the reserved slots and channeled magic to enchant them onto the battle armor, simultaneously drawing a pattern for the flow of magical energy. Watching her deft work, everyone was once more stunned.
Of course, all this was accomplished under Dogsius's control. After enchanting the Death Crystal onto the armor, a faint dark glow shone from the battle armor.
The enchantnt was successful—a set of Assault Battle Armor had been completed!
(To be continued....)
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