Chapter 96 Mechanicum "Dang! Dang! Dang!"As the saying goes, the bellows whirred and the sledgehammer clanged. At this moment, the player with the id "Steel Frenzy" was using brute force to forge iron, and a lot of wrought iron pipes were piled up beside him. Steel Frenzy paid no attention to the scorching breath blowing in his face, nor to the beads of sweat running down his forehead. He looked extremely excited, as if he had endless energy. This guy chose the Barbarian class but barely fought, just to have more strength. This brute force is only used for one thing - forging iron. Yes, he has been forging iron non-stop since he entered the game, and now he has become the youngest and strongest blacksmith in the blacksmith shop in Batto City. The old tiefling blacksmith Daimo from the blacksmith shop was watching from the side, puffing his beard and glaring: "What's the point of you tinkering with these broken things all day long?" He shook his head and sighed, his face full of heartache. "What a waste of materials! With so much quality iron, if I were young, I could have made you the best armor." Steel Frenzy glanced at the old blacksmith with disdain, without stopping his hands. "It's not like I haven't worked hard for you. I've already completed the mission targets. I can do whatever I want. Don't keep nagging me here."
He looked at the crooked steel pipes, his expression became excited again, and his tone was filled with inexplicable excitement: "Old Dai, just wait and see." "The direction of the times lies under my hammer!" Steel Frenzy said this while he was working passionately and high-spirited. Daimo: “.” Fortunately, he has seen a lot these days. These guys who call themselves "players" don't find it strange at all no matter what they say or do. "Tsk, these guys." It’s nothing, I’m just used to it. Daimo was lost in memories. A few months ago, he was watching over the blacksmith shop when two players came to buy equipment seemingly normally. While one of them was chatting with him, the other one actually started stealing in the blacksmith shop. He entered and started rummaging around, making a mess, and even reached into Dai Mo's pocket. However, the accomplice who was trying to "attract attention" continued to chat with him without blushing or changing his expression. This shocked Dai Mo greatly. He had seen people stealing things, but he had never seen anyone so blatant. He had seen people stealing things, but he had never seen anyone so arrogant. Old Dai Mo could no longer bear it, veins on his arms bulged, and he simply picked up a ten-pound hammer and knocked the two men down. When he asked the sheriff to take them away, the two "players" were still struggling, with an incredible look on their faces, shouting nonsense like "I've gone around behind", "My hiding immunity is very high", "I've clearly entered into a dialogue", etc., which made Daimo speechless. However, such incidents happened more and more frequently, and old Dai Mo gradually became numb to it. When he knocked the thief unconscious with a hammer, his face was expressionless, just like a skilled old farmer cutting wheat. But later, he also discovered the positive side of these players. They were tireless and even disregarded life and death. For example, he no longer has to work, and all the work is left to these blacksmith apprentices. "It's done! It's done!" "I succeeded!"
The excited shouts of the Iron Frenzy interrupted old Demo's meditation. Just as he was about to go forward to take a look, the dozen or so blacksmith apprentice players swarmed over, completely ignoring the old Dai Mo beside him. "This group of disrespectful guys." Old Damo muttered quietly. But he was too lazy to watch anymore. Who knew what the hell they were researching? Old Daimo sat in a chair, squinting his eyes, covering his face with an old yellowed book, enjoying the leisure time without having to work. "It's done, it's done!" Steel Frenzy shouted madly. The crowd surrounded the blacksmith shop, staring at the rough iron barrel that had just cooled down. All of them are members of the same guild - the Mechanicus. This is a guild composed of machine enthusiasts. The president is "Iron Frenzy" and its slogan is "Flesh and blood are weak, machines soar!" It's a pity that the basic professions in the early game do not involve machinery. Fortunately, they were surprised to find that various reactions in reality could also be presented in the form of magic in Erezegae, so this group of [Mechanicus] players took a different approach and opened up a new way of blacksmithing - blacksmithing. There are many more things in the Daimo blacksmith shop now, including iron pipes, crude springs, taps and dies, simple lathes, bench drills, bench vises and files, etc., all made by this group of machine enthusiasts. Because they were working for him for free, Dai Mo turned a blind eye and let them do whatever they wanted. Guild member and famous gun enthusiast "Wheelchair Man in the Battlefield" shouted: "Bring me the best wood! The stock should be big!" Today's Mechanicus players are busy and having fun in the blacksmith shop. "One saltpeter, two sulfur, three charcoal. The equipment is not good now, so let's make do with the old-fashioned black powder." "Where are our trigger and hammer?" "Damn it, that old man Daimo took it and made it into a ring. We have to redo it." "Where's the gun sand? Take the plowshare. It can be used after it's broken into pieces." "Bullets? We can just add some lead to the small steel balls, wrap them with cloth before firing and stuff them directly into the barrel, so they won't fall out." Soon, with everyone busy Perhaps the first firearm in Anzeta was born. An ancient muzzle-loading shotgun lay there quietly. It had a rough wrought iron barrel, a simple hammer firing device, and an absurdly large wooden buttstock. "Bullets" wrapped in oilcloth were scattered around it, and a dozen small steel balls had accidentally fallen out. The air was filled with the smell of saltpeter. Although it looks crudely made, like garbage picked up from an abandoned factory, it is also the result of the hard work of many people. They created such a system from a place where productivity was roughly equivalent to that of the Middle Ages, and the process was naturally full of hardships. "Did you make it?" "Take it and try it." Steel Frenzy carefully picked up the homemade gun and stuffed the bullet wrapped in oilcloth into the barrel with great effort, causing many steel balls to fall out. He slowly raised the rifle and aimed the muzzle at the scarecrow target that had been prepared long ago.
Everyone in the [Mechanicus] held their breath. "boom!" The gunshots rang out, like thunder out of nowhere. Old Daimo, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly awakened with a start, and the book fell from his face. He shouted angrily: "What are you guys doing?" But I saw that the group of players were cheering, singing and dancing around a strange-shaped broken iron pipe. Next to them was a scarecrow that had been beaten to pieces and was emitting black smoke. There were still warm iron beads scattered on the ground. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder. "So you're tinkering with these crap again." Old Daimo muttered something quietly, picked up the tattered book on the ground, brushed off the dust on it, covered his face with it again, and fell into a deep sleep. (End of this chapter)