Equipment Printing School Mage

——Therefore, unlike other spells, the use of supernatural powers is overly dependent on the wizard's own talents.

Many spells allow you to skip the complicated process and get the result directly, and the magic itself is just a convenient tool.

If you don't know blacksmithing, you can't use it to forge armor. If you don't know stonemasonry and sculpture, you can't use it to make a huge stone come alive. If you don't know carving, you can't use this spell to cut a rough stone into a perfect gem.

However, Emilia is an avid blacksmith - even if he doesn't want to admit it.

So, for him, the magic of craftsmanship is enough for him to skip the most complicated steps.

There is no need to heat the scrap metal to melt it, so there is no need for a furnace and bellows.

There is no need for repeated forging to remove impurities, so there is no need for a hammer and anvil.

There is no need for extremely careful quenching, so there is no need for water and oil.

When all of the above steps are skipped, it’s not just the complex, bulky, heavy tools that are no longer needed—it’s also the lengthy processing times.

Mars widened his eyes, watching the molten iron surging towards him. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva and shook his body: "--What is this?"

"Materials. To forge your armor and sword, of course, you need iron." Emilia's expression remained unchanged as she shouted, "Stand still. I don't have time for you to slowly put on your armor, so I'll forge the armor directly on you. It's based on the pattern of your previous armor. Is that okay?"

"--You knew the specifications of my armor just by taking a close look?" Although Mars had always acted calm...

"Yes, unfortunately, the belt will have to be replaced by a chain. This armor can only be used temporarily."

However, the sight of molten iron rushing towards one's face was still too challenging to one's imagination. Mars couldn't help but take a step back: "Can't we just not make a helmet? The body is fine, but watching the molten iron rushing towards one's head is too...!"

"Then you can close your eyes and deceive yourself."

Mars held his breath for a while, then finally let out a long sigh, stood up straight, and closed his eyes.

Emiya gestured expressionlessly.

Then, the casting began.

First, the chainmail shirt, which serves as the base, is cast in this way. The links and rivets, which are typically extremely labor-intensive and complex, are rapidly formed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The chainmail shirt takes shape, and then comes the real highlight.

Countless threads were drawn out from the liquefied steel and quickly spread across the body of the holy warrior like a network, laying the basic framework of the armor on his body. Then, the steel began to be laid layer by layer on top of the grid to weave a skeleton.

Once the frame is complete, molten steel is poured into it in a manner similar to casting, and then all the air contained in it is squeezed out to build the strongest structure possible.

Greaves, knee-guards, skirt, breastplate, armguards, gauntlets, shoulder-guards, neck guard, helmet—

The metal solidified, and a complete set of full-body plate armor that should have taken half a year to make was completed.

The total time taken was only one minute.

Then, the remaining iron flow flowed into the paladin's waist and turned into a sword about one meter long.

"Click it."

Emiya patted her shoulder armor: "——Okay. You don't have to close your eyes anymore."

The paladin pulled up his visor, revealing a look of shock.

He opened his mouth and silently flexed and stretched his elbow - Emilia had left an elbow pocket on the outside of his elbow, so that his arm flexion and extension were completely unaffected.

Squatting, jumping, walking, all actions are almost completely normal.

Finally, he drew the half sword from his waist.

The sharp blade flashed with a terrifying cold light in the light of the hut.

"...I initially thought you were the kind of talent Eltoril needed most, but now I realize I was wrong."

Mars took a deep breath and pulled up his visor: "It's better for me not to bring you to Eltoril. You'll put half of the blacksmiths in Faerun out of work!"

"In just one minute, a pile of scrap metal worth barely a few silver coins was transformed into custom armor. This efficiency... is a tens of thousands of times greater." The paladin patted the gasket on the front of his armor. "If you die here, it will be a loss to the good forces of Faerun... no, it will be a loss to civilization."

"Even if I die here today, I must get you out safely."

"..." Emilia raised her eyes and replied, "If you die here, it only means that the quality of my creation is poor."

Only then did Emiya look at Leon. "Unfortunately, we don't have enough materials to make a second set of weapons and armor. You'll be safe if you stay in here... Is that okay?"

Leon touched his head and smiled awkwardly: "Ha... To be honest, I'm much weaker than Mars..."

Then all we have to do next is fight.

Mars pulled down his visor, drew his sword, and aimed the weighted ball at the rock shell outside the hut. "Then, after this battle, there won't be a single dent on this armor. Otherwise, it means I'm not skilled enough."

At this moment, the roar of thunder finally stopped temporarily.

The war is about to really begin.

On one side were only two mages and paladins, and on the other were nearly forty shapeshifters and druids.

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Several shadow druids stood together, gazing into the distance, sighing constantly. "Shapeshifters are clearly the creatures most rejected by civilization, yet their greed and laziness are even greater than those of civilized residents..."

"If you ask me, these shapeshifters are also a species that desperately needs experience."

At this moment, the heavy rain has not stopped, and the rain like a waterfall is washing every corner of the Friendly Arm.

Although the shapeshifters dared not speak out against the druid's actions, their actions spoke volumes.

Shapeshifters are not a race known for their hard work. Quite the contrary, they are extremely fond of any job that can avoid hard work, and would rather engage in intrigue with others every day than dig in the fields.

However, they were acting contrary to their usual behavior at this moment. They were very proactive in pushing the broken bricks aside and carefully searching every corner of the ruins in the dark night.

The reason was simple: this armory was where they stored their loot, and now that it had been burned down by the druids, they had to recover some of the losses.

However, Shadow Druids could not understand their pain. Shadow Druids themselves had no special preference for these unaccepted races, but treated them all equally.

Even the shapeshifters, a race that looks a bit lazy at first glance, actually have a bad reputation among Shadow Druids.

In comparison, the horse running in the rainstorm was more in line with their ideas.

——Even in harsh environments, he did not lose his courage and even challenged them.

Therefore, even if something seemed to happen on the shapeshifter's side, they didn't bother to pay attention to it - their work had actually been completed, and anything else was not within their responsibilities.

The horse that the druid was watching carefully climbed the stairs in the heavy rain. After looking around, it ran towards the druid in small steps and went around behind them.

When the warhorse approached, the druids realized that it was a behemoth, nearly 1.8 meters tall at the shoulder. None of the three of them was even taller than its shoulders.

He was covered in perfect leather armor and was obviously a real warhorse.

The warhorse looked down upon them as if a giant were looking down upon ants.

The huge difference in size and the unclear attitude made several druids swallow their saliva and take a few steps back - being a druid does not mean that you can get the unconditional friendship of all animals.

However, immediately, the horse lowered its head and kept nodding downwards - which mostly expressed obedience.

The druids exchanged glances and breathed a sigh of relief. One of them, almost out of habit, prepared to release the animal to communicate, establishing a telepathic connection with the warhorse.

The spell ended, but he did not understand the language of the warhorse in front of him.

On the contrary, the warhorse, which had been lowering its head, suddenly raised its head, and its huge head hit the druid's face heavily like a meteor hammer.

This sudden change scared the druids so much that they took a few steps back almost as a conditioned reflex.

But they were already only one step away from the edge of the city wall.

In the heavy rain, the stone bricks of the city wall were already very slippery. One wrong step would be irreversible.

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The Mage's Hut is an extremely powerful spell that can block all external invasions without the caster's permission outside the shield.

Generally speaking, the caster can move in and out of this shield freely - provided that there is no heavy rubble and water piled up outside.

"This way," Emiya pointed, "the rock crust here is very thin, probably because of the thunder summoning magic."

At the same time, this is also the direction from which sparse conversations and digging sounds come.

Mars held the hilt of the sword with one hand and the unsharpened part of the sword with the other, and said, "Then, if I rush out, I will probably be surrounded."

Emiya replied, "Isn't armor used to take beatings?"

"Ha." Mars sneered and bent down slightly.

"boom!"

Like a battering ram, the rock piled in that direction almost collapsed at the first impact. With just one impact, the heavy rock pile trembled violently.

Mars tested the hardness of the pile of stones, then stepped back to the edge of the light shield.

Then, it rushed in that direction like a wild boar.

Amidst the deafening sound of collapse, a hole large enough for one person to pass through appeared in the rock shell.

The two shapeshifters happened to be near the exit, and their pupils had shrunk to the extreme due to shock.

Before leaving, Mars turned around and asked, "--One more thing. Wearing strong armor and a sharp sword is more than enough to deal with shapeshifters. But dealing with druids is troublesome."

Druids hated metal armor the most. Their signature spell, Scorching Metal, was every warrior's nightmare—once activated, a once-reliable piece of armor would turn into a veritable oven in seconds.

Armor is difficult to put on and take off, and it often takes tens of seconds or even minutes to put it on and take it off.

In other words, this spell is no different from a death sentence for a warrior in armor.

Mars pointed to the distance. In the rain, three blurry figures had just landed from the city wall.

"My steed has knocked the druid off the wall, but I'm afraid they still..."

Before he could finish his words, a thin line of fire suddenly brushed across his chest.

The tiny but fierce flame instantly crossed the long distance between the armory and the city wall, and exploded in the middle of the three druids.

The blazing flames stirred up a scarlet storm, illuminating the dark sky, leaving a large charred damage on the city wall, and reducing everything within the nearly ten-meter sphere at the center of the explosion to ashes.

If a mage had a signature spell, 100 out of 100 would choose Fireball.

Emilia retracted the sword, the sparks still lingering on it.

“Is it okay now?”

Mars opened his mouth, waved his hands, and finally shook his head. He simply put the sword on his shoulder and strode out.

Fifteen Counterattacks (Part 3)

The paladin began charging the moment he took his first step out of the protective shield.

The druids have temporarily lost their combat effectiveness, but the shapeshifters are still numerous.

Most of the shapeshifters that had been scattered throughout the area had already arrived here. Even with a cursory glance, the paladin could confirm that there were at least twenty of them.

Before this, the escape caused quite a commotion, and the blazing and eye-catching fireball scared all the shapeshifters.

Therefore, this narrow entrance has become the focus of attention.

The paladin and the mage had already discussed tactics while waiting for the lightning to stop - the time when the shapeshifters were at their weakest was when they would expose their true form and be forced to fight head-on.

Their vitality is quite strong, and their intelligence ability is unique. When they use the faces of others to read their minds, they are the most powerful spies.

In comparison, their combat capabilities appear to be much weaker.

Their skin may be tough, but it is only as strong as well-made leather armor. Their seemingly thin bodies also contain considerable strength, but there is still a huge gap between them and humanoid behemoths like the Paladins. Under these premises, it becomes possible for the Paladins to fight ten enemies at once.

Mars's eyes swept past him.

Around him, the shapeshifters still maintained their human forms, but none of them were equipped with weapons or shields that would hinder their movements—it was obvious that short spears were not suitable tools for digging.

However, precisely because they are not human, bare hands cannot make them lose their fighting ability.

On the contrary, striking with both fists is the basic fighting method of shapeshifters.

Just one punch could kill an ordinary person.

The problem is that the shapeshifter is now facing no ordinary people.

"With this height... he's that strong paladin!"

Screams and shouts rang in his ears continuously, and at the same time, the shapeshifter in the front had already launched an attack on him.

When they could only strike with their fists, they had no interest in maintaining their disguises. The Friendly Arms' staff clothing quickly collapsed onto their bodies, transforming into grayish-white skin. All hair instantly vanished, and their human features quickly shrank into a blur, revealing only yellow, swollen eyes.

The thin body stretched out like a spring and swung his arm, throwing a powerful straight punch at his position.

Just as he was thinking, the shapeshifters' attack had already arrived.

Mars's sword left his shoulder.