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  Aegean Proverb.

  Bimon's metal manufacturing industry is severely lacking, which is not only reflected in the scarcity of qualified blacksmiths but also in the output of metals. Every year, the mines in the Kingdom of Bimon extract minerals that first need to meet the allocations for various administrative regions and the high demand of the elite Imperial Guard of Shabak City, as well as the needs of civilian facilities, often leaving them barely enough.

  If it weren't for Xian Nü Long blurting out her decades-long experience of forging techniques, Cui Peishan might have persuaded Liu Zhensheng to let her go at that time.

  There is actually a big disagreement within Feilong about whether to leave Xian Nü Long.

  The militiamen were young and vigorous, insisting that the lord was right. The panda warriors were even more resolute in their rugged style. They weren't native to the Aegean continent, and they didn't have much regard for the dragon clan. In the words of Gu De, dragons were just big lizards that could fly. A thrust from a halberd would either kill them or make them shed their skin.

  Good said this, Vieille raised his thumb while playing with the black feather of the rudder bird in his hand.

  Chui Pei-ching and An Du-lan, the elder, held dissenting opinions. The two of them had experienced many things in life and knew that having a dragon pet like this was elegant and stylish, especially one that was immune to elemental attacks and had counter-attacking abilities, it was simply the ultimate dream pet that every cultivator dared not even think about.

  But the problem is that summoning a contract beast is like getting married, it can only happen when both parties are willing to accept each other. As for Guo Guo and Huo He, since they have a crush on each other, and Guo Guo happens to be able to use the War Song Scroll, Guo Guo took Huo He as his contract beast, which is also reasonable.

  But the problem lies with the "oil bottle" Xian Nv Long, ordinary giant dragons can only transform into human form when they reach the fourth stage, while Xian Nv Long and Qī Cǎi Lóng are high-ranking dragon clans that have human forms from birth. {This has been foreshadowed before, I don't know how many people remember it.}

  Looking at the entire continental history, human dragon knights' mounts and Bammon dragon worshiped dragon pets have always been mostly composed of giant dragons below the fourth rank, with few high-ranking dragon clans that can transform into human form becoming mounts and magic pets. How could it be possible to become a pet of a low-level demon beast? This kind of thing is said to go out, I'm afraid even an idiot wouldn't believe it. How could the proud fairy dragon willingly accept such humiliation?

  For the unexpected gain of Guo Guo's "buy one get one free". Cui Peishan and Andulan Elder meant that it's best to "let the dragon go when you encounter a dragon", but the other party is not willing, so we can't just rely on the brief coincidence of "Emerald Dream" to forcibly keep this fairy dragon. Creating a powerful enemy out of thin air is not a good thing. Especially since it's a fairy dragon wearing an engagement ring, the object of her marriage must be a seven-color dragon with sacred giant dragon blood. If the seven-color dragon comes looking for trouble, the consequences will be far more severe than just "terrible". The dragon clan is not invincible, but they are absolutely powerful terminals. Challenging them requires more than just recklessness and bravery. Besides, since Guo Guo already has a sand-fire crane that's comparable to a giant dragon, adding this trouble is really unwise.

  If Avril hadn't drunk the venom of the python, Liu Zhen might have listened to the suggestions of these two elders, but the fairy dragon's impulsive cleverness and pride buried the freedom that she could have easily obtained.

  One hundred and forty years of winter in the Aegean. The fairy dragon took the first step on her long journey as a pet. In the territory of Feilong, a large-scale casting craze also began.

  Liu Zhen thought he could make a fortune by selling arms once and for all, but reality disappointed him again.

  The "Jingangshi" with a total weight of fifty tons sounds like a lot, but once in the production process, it shows a very shoddy side.

  Taking a suit of armor as an example, the kind that covers the majestic physique of Mongolian warriors, each piece costs at least around 100 pounds of metal, and 50 tons of "golden steel" can only make about 1,000 suits of armor, not to mention the necessary fire loss and depreciation in the smelting process.

  One thousand suits of armor, a quantity that only means enough to equip one regiment, but the long border line of Dongbei Xing Sheng has as many as twenty regiments.

  Liu Zhen finally understood why the heavy armor of humans was described with two scorching words - burning money. Indeed, it was burning money. From this aspect, he deeply felt how tense the mineral resources were in the Kingdom of Mamon and why Governor-General Rosenborg was so eager to please the human arms dealer Dolotte.

  The arms dealer's dream may have been shattered, but fortunately for Florence, fifty tons of "Golden Steel" was enough to arm the militiamen to the teeth.

  The militia had rattan shields, so all "golden steel" was used to make weapons.

  Razor Mountain overnight erected countless furnaces, all the goblin civilians after reorganization naturally became the main force of this smelting battle.

  The lord's office was also temporarily moved to Razor Hill, and the treacherous geographical environment of Razor Hill even made Liu consider moving the manor here.

  The fairy dragon was indeed not bragging, her many years of traveling in the human world were absolutely authentic, just looking at her skilled manipulation of the iron hammer and anvil, it was absolutely not as lightly described by herself.

  Seeing everyone's astonished gaze, the fairy dragon smiled slightly: "I'm also a member of the dragon clan after all, I have some strength, it shouldn't be to the point where you're all so shocked, right?"

  Who told you that Xian Nü Long doesn't have much strength? Liu Zhen looked at her swinging the iron hammer, feeling a bit stifled.

  To learn the casting technique of Xian Nü Long, Liu Zhen was willing to spend a sum of money and had Wei Er bring several militiamen to Wushe Song, hiring back more than a dozen Bouyei craftsmen with cow heads, letting them follow behind Xian Shi Long to study and learn from his forging experience.

  When Vieri returned, he not only brought back the Minotaur craftsmen but also brought bad news. The war against the desert humans that started in autumn was going smoothly at first, which made the entire army of Mongol complacent. Two legions from the Northeastern Army were lured into the vast Takshma Gobi Desert by the desert humans' tactics and lost contact. It is estimated that they have been completely annihilated.

  The current Weatherspoon is shrouded in gloom and mist.

  This time, the expedition against the Desert Human Kingdom, the Turen Legion of the Northeastern Province mobilized a total of ten brigades to participate in the war. After a long battle, only five intact brigades remained, losing half of its manpower.

  "Is there any news about Prince Richard?" Liu Zhen's eyes lit up instantly, wasn't the prince also in the Northeast Turen Army? It would be great if this guy had fallen too.

  "No. Prince Richard, for his bravery in battle, beheaded over a dozen men and has already been awarded the Double-Headed Eagle Medal by the Senate of Elders. I heard that when spring arrives and the Olympic Games are held in the kingdom, he will personally receive the honor from High Priestess Reddina."

  "With only a dozen or so people, this Double-Headed Eagle Medal is really not worth much, right?" He replied. The lord's face indeed showed a disappointed expression.

  "Are there any other legions with heavy casualties?" Cui Peisheng also asked anxiously.

  "The entire construction system has been destroyed, except for the Northeast Turen Army, there is nothing left. Non-combat attrition is very severe, and it's extremely cold in the desert at night. Many soldiers were frostbitten, and there was also a lack of water. The initial attack went too smoothly, the front line was stretched too long, our logistics are struggling, now the medical staff on the front line are in short supply." Xiong Qishi shrugged his shoulders, making a regretful gesture to express his disappointment.

  "We'd better send a few monks to the front line." The beautiful snake looked at Liu Zhen and said, "This is for the sake of the country, the soldiers need their help."

  "It's a matter of principle." Liu Zhen was rarely seen without haggling, but he agreed to the beautiful snake instructor's terms in one breath, which actually caught Cui Peishan off guard.

  "The rise and fall of the world, 'Pig' has responsibility." Liu Zhen said a wise word, stunning everyone. The beautiful snake instructor felt a little relieved in her heart.

  "Child, you've grown up." thought Cui Peishan.

  To bid farewell to Elder Anduril and the Elven monks who served the country, Elrond specially held a grand bonfire banquet.

  Only two months later, however, the monks returned to Florence.

  Anduril returned when the militia of Faerun had just forged their new weapons, and all the men and horses had withdrawn to the Red Hills of Faerun, just in time for a drill with the new weapons.

  Without even having time to greet Lord Ren and the others, the Green Party monks let out a cheer, captivated by the brand new weapons.

  Andurin Elder secretly complained that his disciples didn't understand, while smiling and flattering the lord who held two giant tiger head hooks.

  Mammoth warriors have now taken up the new-style military moon with two blades, with two inserted behind and one held in hand. In the battle against the bandit alliance, two giant groundhogs and a cave bear were seriously injured but miraculously did not die. They are now being incorporated into the cavalry by the greedy lord, and Corina is training them.

  The blueprint of this military sword was personally designed by the lord, imitating the curved arc of an ivory chopping knife. The back of the blade is thickened and the handle is filled with lead to increase its weight, so the total weight of the blade reaches 120 pounds of the Huren people.

  After this military knife was formed, Liu Zhen felt that it looked a bit like a cavalry battle knife, but more ferocious than the cavalry battle knife. The arc shape is more suitable for chopping and slashing. The wide and thick back of the knife can also be used to smash people, which is a good choice. Whoever is hit by a 120-pound iron rod will definitely spit out half a liter of blood.

  Anduril's elder felt a chill just looking at this machete.

  "What a beautiful sword, I've never seen this style before, what's it called?" The praying mantis monks were also knife enthusiasts and fell in love with this magnificent long knife at first sight. The body of the knife was covered with layer upon layer of bright chrysanthemum patterns, with a slightly reddish blade that seemed to be stained with fresh blood when swayed slightly in the sunlight.

  "Look at the pattern on top, this is after 150 folds of craftsmanship by a master craftsman, layer by layer forging out the cloud pattern! When sharpening the blade, ten whetstones were worn out! This was personally designed by the master, and its name is called 'Feilongtui Dragon Slaying Knife'. Korina's wound had long since healed, and his throat was also the largest one."

  This name made Xian Nü Long so angry that she almost fainted on the spot.

  "Good sword!" The praying mantis monks held their long swords horizontally, praising them endlessly.

  "Let me show you something cool." Korina plucked a whisker, flipped the blade of the long knife in the monk's hand upwards, and with a light flick of her finger, she sent the whisker flying towards the blade. The edge of the knife rang out with a "ting" sound as the whisker was cut cleanly in two.

  "Can our blades be as sharp as those of the Mongols?" The praying mantis monks secretly made up their minds to go ask Lord Master for a treasured sword.

  "Do you know how many I have like this?" Corina smiled as she opened her fur coat.

  "Obisuraqi!" The monks all got pinkeye.

  Corina had three knives tucked into her waist. There were long and short ones, and if you counted the two long knives inserted behind her back, there were six knives in total! All of them were wrapped in beautiful python skin scabbards, looking majestic and powerful.

  The hippopotamus poets' plump bellies had long since disappeared, leaving only blocks of sturdy muscle. At first glance, they seemed much thinner, each holding a massive axe in the style of Vihiriel, a giant kite-shaped shield, and several small hand axes tucked into their belts, which would be more than enough for chopping wood in human lands.

  Needless to say, this is also used to ambush people during chaotic battles.

  The warriors of the Mongols were all iron clubs, with dense rivets on both ends of the club head resembling interlocking dog teeth. The iron club can be split in half. Inside is an iron chain.

  "What's this?" The monks were a bit bewildered.

  "Judgment stick." Bellemare tilted his head in thought and added: "Double-headed judgment stick."

  "Arbitration?" Several monks blinked for half a day.

  Pandas are the most traditional, their hunting guns are still good, so this time only added a heavy long spear. The previous polygonal gun they always complained about not being heavy enough, now finally reached their requirements.

  The monks' gaze stopped on the Musketeers again, and it had been two months since they last saw them. These musketeers looked much better now, their faces were more rosy and their bodies were more robust. Of course, standing next to that muscular guy made them look a bit weak. The musketeers' weapons also used the least amount of steel, with about 40 young men in total, except for the large crossbow on their thumb and the short sword at their waist, which was quite eye-catching.

  "When did the Musketeers join the militia?" The monks looked at the skull pig head tattoo on the Musketeer's face with a hint of puzzlement, and turned to their boss.

  "Because of this." Liu Zhen took out a copper bullet from the deerskin pouch hanging on the waist of the Musketeer: "Mordred's Wrath".

  The monks hadn't seen anything serious yet, so Liu Zhen let Adou demonstrate for them.

  Adou wore a slightly triumphant expression, rubbed his slender and agile fingers, wrapped the copper bullet, pulled the coarse leather rope on the deer horn crossbow into a semicircle, and asked several monks: "What is the target?"

  "Give me a shot at that one." A praying mantis monk, teasing Addu, pointed to a raven foraging in the bushes about a hundred paces away.

  A red arc of light flashed by, followed by a loud "bang", and the crow was blown to pieces along with the shrubbery, with wisps of smoke rising into the air.

  Several monks stared hard at the thorny shrubs and the black feathers floating slowly in the sky, pointing at the shrubs and swallowing their saliva for half a day, not knowing what to say.

  "How formidable!" Elder Anduril muttered. The ancient fire cannon, which couldn't be manufactured because it was impossible to engrave the wind system magic array, had been forgotten by Elder Shi for nearly two months. Who would have thought that Lord would come up with a new way of using it, leaving Elder Anduril shocked.

  "Lord, you are really clever!" Elder Anduril gave a thumbs up.

  "Awesome? Where's the awesomeness? Elder, you're really good at flattering!" The fairy dragon sneered: "The target of the ancient power cannon is the flying troops in the sky, whether it's the flying dragon, Griffin, or the stone statue ghost, black destruction god, or your DiSGao tribe eagle human or the vampire bat people of the HuaLunBoEr tribe. The abdomen is always the weakest place, but which one of them isn't flying at an altitude of 700-800 yards to over a thousand yards? Can crossbows reach that range? 'Moladin's Fury' has some power against the vultures, try using crossbows to attack heavily armored infantry and cavalry? The accuracy of the Musketeers is not bad, but unfortunately, no matter how accurate they are, they can't penetrate heavy steel armor."

  Anduril was suddenly snatched away from her, and she could only sigh in frustration.

  "Elder, don't mind her, it's no use arguing with her. The other day, Vieley and she happened to mention our previous battle with the bandits, and she criticized me mercilessly, saying that I was a great wizard but didn't know how to coordinate, that I didn't send out scouts beforehand, and that I only charged forward without utilizing the main role of the three priests." Liu Zhen shook his head and chuckled: "You know what? I actually learned quite a bit from her."

  "Thank you for your modesty." The fairy maiden slightly pouted her mouth.

  "Haven't you let her go yet?" Elder Andur asked quietly, pulling Lord Arin to one side.

  "Let her go? What's it to me? Guo Guo only made a spiritual contract with Huo He, not with her. She's been relying on him all this time, what can I do?" Liu Zhen was covered in a layer of oil.

  "And then she..." Elder Anduril trailed off.

  "The second batch of weapons hasn't come out yet, and soon she'll be asking about it, but she's bound to be disappointed." Liu Zhen said with a sniff: "Anyway, I didn't invite her to spend the holiday with me, so not charging her for food is already giving her face."

  “。。。。。。”

  "By the way, Elder, is the war over?" Liu Zhen suddenly saw that Anduril's luggage and bundles were still on his shell, and suddenly remembered that the elder had been supporting the front line for two months.

  "It's hard to say." Elder Anduril licked his lips and said, "How about arranging lunch for me first? I'll talk to you after eating. It's been a long time since I've had a full meal. Thinking of the half-elf chef's roasted mutton, my mouth is watering.

  "I'm tired."