HPDBC Chapter 64 [The Birth of Ironware! The Beginning of Tribal Division?]
Chapter 64 [The Birth of Ironware! The Beginning of Tribal Division?]
The village was noisy all night, and now it's quiet, but it's still a mess.
After people woke up, they all looked towards the center of the village.
The dark, metallic block was lying in the sand mold where the fire had been extinguished.
It looks ugly, with a pitted and uneven surface and many discolored spots.
A few daring young men walked over and touched the surface of the metal block; it was ice-cold.
Someone else picked up a stone and smashed it down hard, and with a muffled "bang," the stone cracked on its own.
After everyone's initial excitement wore off, a more practical problem arose.
How do I use this?
Beside the second-generation furnace, Balin began teaching Mason things.
He told Mason to throw the cooled iron ingot back into the furnace and to pump the bellows to make the fire burn brightly.
The iron ingots softened in the furnace and turned dark red.
Bahrain used pliers to remove the iron block and placed it on a large rock.
Then he picked up a dwarven forging hammer and struck the first blow himself.
"when!"
Bahrain didn't rush to bring Mason over, but patiently taught him how to forge iron little by little.
As he hammered, he told Mason how to repeatedly pound the iron to force out the impurities.
The impurities burned under the high temperature, making a soft "crackling" sound.
Next, Balin took out a piece of animal hide, drew a mold shape on the ground, and asked Mason to sculpt it out with clay.
Mason learns very quickly.
He memorized every move Bahrain made after watching it only once.
When he took the heavy forging hammer, his first swing was a bit clumsy, but he quickly found his rhythm.
Sweat soaked his hair, and his arms ached from constantly lifting the hammer.
But amidst the clanging sounds, the irregular iron ingot gradually grew longer and deformed.
The other people in the tribe also stopped what they were doing and gathered around to watch.
Everyone watched as sparks flew and the red-hot iron block changed shape under the hammer.
Finally, with the final hammer blow, Mason stopped.
He used tongs to pick up the freshly made food and put it into cold water.
"laugh--"
A large plume of white vapor rose up.
And just like that, a crude spearhead was made.
This is the first piece of ironware in the tribe that was forged by hand.
Mason's hands trembled slightly as he touched the cold surface of the spearhead.
Bahrain looked at the mediocre spearhead, then at Mason, and finally a hint of approval appeared on his usually stern face.
To show him what real skill was, Balin raised the runic battle axe at his waist.
He casually waved his hand at a millstone-sized rock next to him.
The axe blade sliced through the stone, leaving a smooth cut.
The onlookers were all stunned, forgetting to even breathe.
This was the first time they had ever seen with their own eyes that such powerful abilities were hidden within the technology of the dwarves.
Mason's heart was pounding.
He picked up the iron spear he had just forged and walked to another stone.
Following Balin's example, Mason thrust the tip of his spear forcefully into the stone.
"Bang!"
The spear tip left only a small white dot on the stone, but the impact made his hand go numb and his whole arm ache.
Bahrain walked over, pointed to his heart, and then shook his head at Mason.
He gestured with his fingers, trying to tell Mason that this power was related to his bloodline and was innate.
Mason and the others only half understood what he was hearing.
For the first time, they felt as if there was something between them and the dwarves, an invisible chasm.
Kahn, seeing how slowly they were learning, had been waiting impatiently for a long time.
He snatched the iron spear from Mason's hand.
The spearhead felt heavy and solid in his hand, which made Kahn crave power even more.
"We don't have time to play in the mud here!" Kahn shouted at the young men of the tribe. "Mason spent all day making this thing! We don't have time to waste!"
"Look at this!" he exclaimed, holding up his iron spear. "With this, what wild beasts do we have to fear?"
"Let's stop learning!"
"Let that dwarf make us weapons day and night! Then we'll go into the forest and hunt those fierce beasts!"
A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. "We could even raid his camp! Seize all his tools and weapons!"
Kahn's words resonated with those young people eager to prove themselves.
Their expressions changed as they looked at the iron spear in Kahn's hand and then at the wooden stick in their own.
An old house in the countryside.
Xu watched with great interest everything happening in the sand table.
He could see every argument and every swing of the hammer in the human tribe.
Just as Mason struck out the first iron spear.
Xu also clearly sensed that the [Forging] authority module representing Lin Qi in the [Celestial Main Jar] suddenly lit up.
It was even purer and more substantial than what Lynch had given back to Authority when he became a god and created the Sacred Mountain of Craftsmen.
"So that's how it is..." Xu also understood.
Letting ordinary people learn through trial and error, rather than giving them a perfect path to follow, is far more beneficial.
The nutrients provided by these two methods are of completely different quality.
He found a new way to efficiently farm experience for [Primal Spores].
"Human tribes...it seems we should prioritize them." Xu Ye's lips curled up.
【Celestial Realm】Main Tank.
The sound of the first piece of ironware being created in the mortal realm sent a jolt through Lin Qi's soul.
This is neither the sound of a believer's prayer nor the sound of his power extending outwards.
This was a voice of creation he had never heard before, emanating entirely from mortals themselves.
Lin Qi focused more of his attention on the mortal tribe that he hadn't paid much attention to before.
He saw the human named Mason, clumsily swinging a hammer.
He saw countless errors, wasted materials, and shoddy techniques.
But Lynch also saw a creative passion that did not rely on bloodline or divine power.
This passion stems from the instinct to survive and the pursuit of tools.
For the first time, Lynch began to doubt the "Holy Mountain of Craftsmen" that he had left behind.
Does a pre-arranged path actually limit true creativity?
Is that sacred mountain a ladder to help them, or a cage to confine them?
Beside a campfire in a human village.
Mason repeatedly touched the iron spear in his hand.
The spear was pitted and uneven, and the tip wasn't particularly sharp, but holding it in his hand made him feel especially at ease.
He looked up again at the camp in Bahrain not far away, where the runic battle axe leaned against a rock, occasionally flashing a blue light in the moonlight.
He was well aware of the gap between himself and the dwarves, and felt somewhat lost, but more than that, he was determined not to give up.
Meanwhile, in the shadows on the other side of the village.
Kahn called together several strong and healthy young men.
They had no interest in Mason or the "toy" in his hand.
Their target is Bahrain, and what's more alluring about Bahrain.
Two completely different ideas emerged simultaneously in this fledgling human tribe.