Equipment Printing School Mage
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If the Many Arrows tribe were located in a fertile region of the continent, surrounded by poorly defended settlements, even the most prestigious Many Arrows would be unable to stop their own tribesmen. However, in the Spine of the World, small groups of orcs simply couldn't afford to raid the surrounding areas. Furthermore, their neighbors were relatively friendly and agreed to trade with the orcs.
As one side gained strength while the other side receded, the Many Arrows were able to calm the restless blood of the orcs within the kingdom for decades - although the shamans within the kingdom were not entirely satisfied. The open and covert struggles never ceased.
However, the covert struggle eventually turned into assassination, and the open struggle eventually turned into open rebellion.
All the memories solidified into the lingering pain in the severed limb, and this pain turned into rage.
"traitor!!!!"
Ocampos practically jumped up from his bed, and the severed limbs that should have been left with only phantom pain began to wave in the air again. The blankets that had been covering him seemed to be swept up by a storm, flying and landing on the candlelight in the room, slowly burning.
"...?"
The Orc King stared blankly at the unfamiliar environment in front of him, unable to react.
This was clearly not the territory of Zhongjian. Only in Zhongjian were slave houses this low. Ocampos Zhongjian, over two meters tall, felt as if the ceiling was right above his head. With a simple leap, he could easily add a vent.
- At the same time, Ocampos had to admit that even though the main body of the building was also made of stone, the decoration and design here were far beyond the reach of the craftsmen of the Kingdom of Arrows.
The body proportions of the sculpture are just weird. Why is it so short?
Thinking of this, the Orc King finally realized where he was.
Mithril Hall, his southern neighbor, the Dwarf King, Bruenor Battlehammer.
How did he get here?!
However, he didn't need to think too long, as his condition was obviously being noticed.
He had just fallen into deep thought when a dwarf knocked on the door and said in Dwarven language, which was as stiff as stone: "Do you understand Dwarven? The clothes are by the bed. There are many people who want to talk to you."
Ocampos Many-Arrows certainly understood Dwarven—in fact, the writing used by the orcs was all Dwarven. Dwarven was even one of the required foreign languages for all generations of Many-Arrows.
To his surprise, the clothes beside the bed were similar in size to his—how could the dwarven kingdom even provide clothing of this size? The Arrows and Mithril Hall had their share of friction, and their relationship wasn't particularly good. However, the fact that orcs and dwarves hadn't fought a war in a hundred years made it, in a sense, quite good.
No sunlight entered Mithril Hall. It was so far north that the winter in Mithril Hall was almost eternally dark. However, the dwarves and orcs had night vision, and even with the dim illumination, they could walk smoothly.
Ocampos had apparently been held in Mithril Hall's main hall, and along the way, he saw the dwarven stone carvings and rock pillars, all of which were ingenious. However, the atmosphere in Mithril Hall was now noticeably more solemn, with many dwarven guards standing in full armor, ready for battle.
Under the gaze of the dwarf guards, the dwarf attendant guiding Ocampos muttered, "It's hard to imagine that one day we'll have to entertain an orc..."
Ocampos's eyebrows twitched, but he didn't answer.
Their destination was the reception hall of Mithril Hall. However, just as the servant was about to knock on the door, an old dwarf with a beard long enough to drag on the ground and white beard and eyebrows angrily threw the door open, almost knocking the servant over.
The attendant, who obviously knew the dwarf, asked in great surprise, "Master Darindel? What happened?"
"I'm not a master!" the venerable dwarf craftsman roared without even turning his head. "From now on, let the wizard's bamboo hands hold the hammer!"
His steps were heavy, as if he wanted to dig a few holes in the sturdy corridor of the Mithril Hall!
"...?"
The servant hesitantly opened the door.
Inside the door, King Bruno's expression was not much better.
The spacious reception room was extremely lively at this moment. Several of the most outstanding craftsmen in Mithril Hall, King Bruno, Drizzt and the group of foreign adventurers were all here.
At the same time, there are several most special guests.
A red-haired wizard in a luxurious white robe, a silver-haired girl floating in the air with a faint glow all over her body, and an elf girl wearing silver armor, as bright as moonlight.
It couldn't be said that the two sides were on the verge of a showdown, because the red-haired wizard clearly had a look of confusion on his face and had no idea what was going on.
The servant beside the king was holding a heavy box, while Emilia held a piece of glittering golden armor. It was more like an exchange of state gifts than a tit-for-tat confrontation.
However, the box in Bruno's hand was open, and some kind of light was flowing out of the box.
When the servant opened the door, the lamppost that had been knocked crooked by the dwarf craftsman completely lost its balance and fell to the ground with a crisp crash.
The attendant carefully lifted the lamppost and said, "Your Majesties, the King of Arrows has awakened."
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Time goes back to a few minutes ago.
"Mage King Halrua, Grand Master of the Church of Gond, Honorary Councillor of Elturgard, and Emya of Lunya."
"High Priestess of the Church of Fortune, Alestre Starsong"
"Archmage, Lord of the Magic Web and Magic, Silver."
For a visitor, this string of titles was truly earth-shattering. Even though Mithril Hall had been rebuilt hundreds of years earlier, visitors of this stature were rare.
Even considering the long history before the Reconstruction, kings and gods were almost non-existent visitors.
Therefore, Mithril Hall naturally held the most grand welcoming ceremony in the entire kingdom: the kingdom's king, the kingdom's most powerful warrior and son-in-law, the kingdom's only drow elf, and the kingdom's most outstanding craftsman...
However, what surprised them was that the king was still as eccentric as before. Even for such a big event as a king visiting another king, he chose to travel light.
"Good day, Your Majesty Bruno. I'm afraid I've been King of Halruaan for even less time than you've spent on any of the affairs of Mithril Hall. Please forgive my lack of etiquette," said Emiya. "Not to mention, the position of Mage King of Halruaan truly means being the head of the Council of Elders, which is quite different from a traditional king. I'm not a big fan of etiquette myself, so I can only hope that the gifts I bring will satisfy you all."
"Ah, what a coincidence." King Bruenor stroked his beard and laughed. "We have never hosted or even met a Mage King before, so we can only give you the gift of your craftsman."
As soon as they received the gifts from each other, they realized at the same time that they were giving each other the same kind of things.
Probably a metal ingot.
To outsiders, gifting fancy crafts was considered an achievement. For colleagues like them, whose fields even overlapped considerably, simply gifting a finished product was too open to various interpretations.
Emiya opened the heavy gift box and saw the mountains of mithril ingots inside. She couldn't help but take a deep breath.
Mithril and refined gold have always been the most precious and powerful metals on this continent. Their prices are dozens of times higher than the same weight of gold, and there is still a shortage of demand for them.
"Thank you for your gift..."
Emiya felt happy and respected. Everything seemed to be progressing in a very peaceful direction.
However, the reaction from the dwarves was much more intense.
After the dwarves discovered that what Emilia gave them was also a metal ingot, they almost couldn't wait to take Emilia's gift out of the gift box.
They were lumps of metal of various colors and shimmering colors. Some were as bright as the full moon, some as bright as the sun and gold, some as emerald green as wood, some as clear as water, and some as dim as shadows.
Although Drizzt wasn't tall, he could still easily look down and see the contents of the gift box. His eyes suddenly lit up, and he leaned over and whispered, "These metals might be the ones used to forge my new weapons. I thought this was a secret of His Majesty Emya."
I never expected that he would be so generous in giving away this most secret metal!
However, to Drizzt's surprise, the dwarves' expressions were extremely complicated.
Each of them carefully carried out the metal, and took out the tools they had with them, and knocked, bent, and scraped it.
Then, the dwarves' expressions turned ugly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Drizzt had never seen such a rich and colorful expression on the face of a straightforward dwarf.
Shock, reluctance, curiosity, jealousy...
Even despair.
Soon, Darindel, the oldest and longest-bearded craftsman among the dwarves, stepped forward and was the first to speak: "The performance of these materials is very good."
In fact, it is more than good.
The properties of these materials completely surpassed the limits of the dwarves' knowledge. They simply couldn't believe that such outrageous materials could exist in this world! Silvermoon Steel was so flexible that it hardly felt like metal, the bright green metal had an incredibly hard edge, the sea blue metal was so strong that it was almost indestructible, and the dark steel was as soft as black gauze.
In comparison, the slightly heavier Sun Steel seems somewhat mediocre - but even if it is so-called mediocre, the performance of Sun Steel is enough to be on par with that of fine gold.
Darindel tugged at his beloved beard. "...How should such a strong material be processed?"
"Most metals can be melted and recast using traditional methods, using the most traditional casting methods." Emiya seemed completely unaware that she was being challenged. Instead, she explained very seriously, "The truly difficult piece to process is this Sun Steel. It has an extremely high melting point and is extremely difficult to heat up."
As she spoke, Emiya took out another piece of Sun Steel and snapped her fingers at it.
"Snapped."
Silver fire gushed out of his body, transforming vast amounts of magic power into pure heat. In just a moment, the temperature in the room suddenly rose by more than ten degrees due to this terrifying heat wave.
However, in the raging fire, this piece of sun steel remained as still as a mountain.
"As an ordinary material, this kind of Sun Steel has only average performance," Emiya said. "Its original prototype was for use by Sun Elves, so its main advantage lies in its ability to conduct magic power well as a material for mage staffs. It also has a strong resistance to temperature fluctuations. In theory, a wearer wearing full-coverage armor made entirely of Sun Steel could even withstand the breath of a red dragon."
——The devil's fire is even more of a problem.
In Emiya's opinion, Sun Steel is the most suitable material for fighting demons in various battlefields. It is enough to give demons a heavy blow.
Of course, because the physics of Feren is similar to that of Earth, this kind of sun steel has an even stranger use: if it is heated in advance, it can be used as an external air conditioner, allowing the user to stay warm for dozens of hours in severe cold of dozens of degrees below zero.
Other materials also have their own strengths: Dark Steel can be used to almost perfectly replace leather armor, Natural Gold is the sharpest and can be used as an arrow blade, while Coral Steel is the most stable and can remain as firm as a mountain even in the most complex environments or even strong acids.
But even if we put aside all the above characteristics, as the most common metals, each one is far superior to fine steel.
This is the joint scientific research result of Corellon and Emiya, which can be said to have opened up a new era.
Currently, the only problem with these materials is their high cost: gemstones, precious metals, and elemental amber. It's only natural that these metals are more valuable than gold; for example, Sunsteel is made from gold and sunstone.
"As for processing..."
Emiya glanced at the adventurers who were watching obediently from the side and asked, "Mr. Pashia, you've been a great help to me on this trip... Have you gained any weight in the past few months? Can I make you a set of armor on the spot as a demonstration for our dwarven friends?"
Paxia was the team leader's name. He was stunned for a moment: "You still remember me...even my body size?"
"You're joking," Emya said. "Last year in Elturgard, there were only a handful of teams as capable as yours. Of course I remember that."
It is naturally unlikely for an adventurer who is still moving around to gain weight, so Pacia naturally has no objection.
The dwarves watched as Emiya carefully took out an extremely heavy piece of sun steel from the dimensional bag.
This piece weighs at least dozens of kilograms.
The dwarf's eyes almost popped out - such a large piece of metal, and he actually wanted to process it on the spot?
Even if a very skilled dwarf craftsman works overtime, it would take at least half a month to complete a set of armor, right?
Then, in full view of everyone, Emilia calmly tapped the glittering golden metal.
The metal seemed to crumble. In an instant, the solid metal collapsed and scattered like a tower made of gravel, but then it soared into the air, transforming and reforming in mid-air. Before the dwarves realized what had happened, a brilliant suit of armor appeared before Emya.
As for Emilia, she didn't often meet with traditional craftsmen, so she didn't immediately realize the extent of the impact this scene had on them. She said to herself, "If you don't mind, I can also give you the same armor..."
Darindel, who saw the whole thing, said nothing. He just sighed deeply, turned around, and walked out the door without looking back.
His compatriots were also speechless, and not a single dwarf thought of stopping him.
In this unexpected silence, the servant announced the arrival of the Orc King Ocampos.
Bruenor sighed heavily. "Your Majesty, Emilia, these perfect materials are far too valuable as a simple gift. You're actually here for the Orc King—but a king far away in the North doesn't seem to be worth that much. You must have other plans."
"Actually, yes."
Emiya answered readily, "I want to know what happened in the Arrow Kingdom. And I have a plan to bleed the gods. This plan may affect Mithril Hall, and it also requires as much power as possible."
"What does it mean to bleed a god?"
"Your Majesty Bruno," Emilia said, "In the coming period, divine revelation may become more frequent. I now believe that simply destroying the church may not be enough. Perhaps I will have to try a more direct method.
"This is a rough idea, so I hope to find a relatively controllable battlefield."
The Unity of Ninety-Five Gods (Part 3)
"...Even though you are my saviors, we must clear up any misunderstandings between us before continuing with the negotiations."
Emiya's words caused a brief silence in the reception room, but this silence gave the newly awakened Orc King an extremely subtle premonition.
The Orc King roughly pushed the attendant who led the way aside, revealing his sturdy figure that stood out from the crowd. He then walked to the center of the reception room with a majestic aura. "Mage King, King of Mithril Hall, what exactly do you want to do to my kingdom?"
This was beyond Emilia's expectations.
Although orcs were stereotyped as a bloodthirsty and warlike race in his mind, and historically this was indeed the case - the King of Arrows showed admirable calmness at this moment.
Emiya nodded. "First of all, I must clarify: we still don't know what happened in the Arrow Nation. We only have some guesses."
By now, Ocampos frowned. "...You invaded my country."
"Your accusation is groundless," Pacia, the adventurer captain from the Church of Tyr, said immediately. "Normally, immigration inspections should be deployed at the borders of nations, but between Mithril Hall and the Kingdom of the Many Arrows lies a vast expanse of wilderness. We were simply searching for the citizens of the Many Arrows when we stumbled upon the abandoned orcs and rescued them...
"And these two orcs who were rescued happened to be the kings of the Kingdom of Arrows."
"...You really saved my life." Ocampos flexed and stretched his right arm - the arm that should have been beaten into a pulp was now moving intact under his command.
He had to admit that he owed this group of outsiders a favor that he could never repay: How much reward would he need to repay the king for saving his life?
However, orcs wouldn't open up to outsiders so easily. Ocampos clasped his hands together and licked his long fangs. "If you have anything you want to know, ask now. But I can't guarantee an answer."
Elaster, who was beside Emilia, was stunned for a moment and said, "It's strange. We thought you were the one asking for help."
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