Twenty Sided Dice

The footsteps of the dragon girl "dengdeng" gradually receded from the stairs, and Modron Erdu swayed to Siegel's side and asked with a worried look, "Are you alright?"

"It's alright," Siegel's mouth twitched. "Let's get to work. Janet...should be alright."

In the workshop built to imitate Nyx's technology, the two of them worked hard. In the past few months, there have been successes and failures, and it has become less and less like a Void Ship manufacturing factory.

In the earliest days, there were always problems with the assembly line, and the furnace and the forging mechanism could not work together. Not to mention making magic weapons, it can't even make a normal iron rod.

Erdu has a lot of things he doesn't understand. After all, when he is maintaining the workshop, he only sees the appearance and replaces parts, and he does not participate in the manufacturing process, so it is difficult to copy it completely. Siegel kept comforting him: "We can't immediately reach the manufacturing level of Nexus, what we need to learn is the idea of ​​​​making things. All the parts that can be simplified, all simplified, starting from what we can do!"

Erdu is responsible for finding a way to make common materials reach the strength that can be enchanted, and make them reach the designated position of the enchanting machine smoothly. They gave up the enchanted crossbow bolts, and directly used the formed steel plate to depict the magic circle, and then twisted it into an ammunition box, in order to greatly simplify the manufacturing process. Siegel focused all of his attention on the enchanted magic line drawing, and then found ways to improve the quality and precision of the finished product.

The pattern of the magic circle has been determined, and Siegel first tried to make an enchanted ammo box by hand, which took him two whole days of sleepless time. Although the first one was affected by unfamiliarity and slowed down the speed, this time consumption is unacceptable.

"If you choose from all the warriors, there are about 100 qualified crossbow shooters in the entire Heimland. If you activate civilians, you can arm up to about 300. It will take me a whole year to manufacture all of these." Siegel calculated After making an account, "There are at least 3,000 ancient war trees of elves, so only a mass production assembly line can turn the situation around."

Erdu does not understand such an algorithm. "Why won't Knox win together? We can also try to make a broken crossbow box, which may be easier."

"The elves must win." Siegel sighed. Pat Erdu's head. "I can only tell you about this matter, don't tell other people. Although the members of Knox are all human, they are more dangerous than elves. They can be used to weaken the power of elves, but they must not Give them the keys to victory."

"Then, shouldn't we make a demon-breaking crossbow box first?" Erdu became more and more confused. Can't keep up with Siegel's thoughts.

"Knox developed gradually through conspiracy and lurking, parasitic on other organizations." Siegel said: "Organizations relying on conspiracy will eventually kill each other. Therefore, Knox will lose, and the elves will win. "

"There is no such statement in the outer planes." Erdu blinked, obviously not persuaded. But no longer entangled: "I will take it as your prophecy."

Siegel knew in his heart that his understanding of war was nothing but imagination and wishful thinking. In fact, the only reason why he didn't want to make the Demon-breaking Crossbow Box was simply because he was also a mage.

Even a magical enchantment as powerful as the Rainbow Orb has a fatal weakness: it still relies on elemental energy. Siegel had already had the idea of ​​​​breaking the magic circle in his mind: convert all the surrounding elemental energy into plasma, and use the plasma to continuously accelerate the weapon itself to form a powerful penetrating force. In this way, as long as a sufficient number of weapons can destroy the elemental basis of magic protection, the effect of destroying magic can be achieved.

If there is such a weapon, the magician will be greatly restricted. Although the mage has the means to penetrate the sky, the flesh and blood body needs to rest after all, and it is impossible to always be on mental alert. If the magic-shattering arrow he envisioned works. Then the assassin can really pose a deadly threat to the mage.

So Siegel didn't try to create even a single broken magic arrow at all.

In his hand is the sixty-seventh fine gold engraving made by him, which is used to smash the pattern of the magic circle on the steel plate. The first sixty-six times did not achieve the expected effect, and the accuracy of the magic circle was not enough, which affected the work of adding gem powder to make a spell node later.

Processing adamantine items is basically the highest challenge for a weapon and armorer. It takes a lot of patience to make some modifications to the surface of such a hard object, even with the help of spells.

The failures over and over again did not discourage Siegel. He concentrated his feelings to his fingertips, not letting go of the smallest changes. In the end, it was the training of the dwarf Erint that gave him the most help. He also clearly remembered how the dwarves taught him to identify the material of weapons and armor on the top of Mora. Feel their center of gravity and feel, find vulnerable areas to strike.

When he reused the knowledge he had learned, he finally had a different feeling. Adamantite material finally communicates with him like steel, like a dwarf can see through rock. So he is very confident in the Adamantine stamping hammer made this time. Take a piece of steel and put it under it.

Erdu also leaned over to look at it, his round eyes focused on the punching hammer, silently praying to the Serpent of Order.

Siegel pulled the lever, and the hammer slammed into the steel plate, accompanied by a deafening noise and splashes of fire. The two couldn't wait to raise the punch hammer and cast the scouting spell on it.

"So far so good," Siegel said. "The engraving didn't break. It wasn't very uneven. I tried prosthetics."

Repair is just a very simple spell in the mage spell, which can only be used to repair simple items, such as doors and windows, tables and chairs, clothes, etc. Repair spells are very sensitive to materials, element affinity, and the presence of magic circles, so magic items cannot be repaired with this spell. Even sometimes the item is only enchantable enough, and the magic cannot be applied.

The energy of the repair spell enveloped the steel plate, but it had no effect. Siegel and Erdu clapped their hands and laughed excitedly.

"Come on to the next step!" Erdu ran to the next part of the machine holding the steel plate, not even waiting for the conveyor belt. A slender robotic arm precisely places the gemstone powder at the node position, and then burns it with plasma, which spreads in the engraving to form an interconnected network.

In addition to adjusting the machine settings in the future to reduce the consumption of gem powder and save costs, this step has also been successfully completed. The steel plate then continued to run and was picked up by the boom and immersed in cold water. This water is used both for cooling and for adding special materials that create an insulating layer of protection on the plasma lines. Siegel couldn't make Nyx's jelly anti-leakage coating. Only the alchemy materials of the Mage Association can be used.

The material doesn't last, and after a few years it loses its ability to insulate and the entire magazine is useless. But this isn't a delicately handcrafted magic item, and it's not meant to be used forever—it's good to have a solution to the problem at hand.

After cooling. The boom shakes, drains the remaining moisture from the steel plate, and places it on the final forming lathe. Here the steel plate is bent to become the shell of the magazine. The magic circles that were originally distributed on several sides will also be closed here and finally formed.

This step is very critical: the lines of the magic texture need to be closed. No matter the angle, strength or timing, you can't go wrong, otherwise all your efforts will be lost.

The two held their breaths and prayed silently in their hearts. The lathe made a harsh sound, and the thin steel plate had no resistance. A faint light emanated from the magazine, clearly the aura of the magic item being formed.

Both Siegel and Erdu's hands were shaking, and it took a long time to control their emotions. Erdu picked up the magazine, and Siegel cast detection magic.

Aura of magic! A very obvious aura, steady, clear, and intense.

The two men found the ammo holder and buckled it in the box, slightly tight. But this has little effect. They took the long-prepared plasma bolts out of the stable magic circle - exactly the same as on the magazine, but Siegel hand-painted on the workbench - and put them in the magazine, and then started wait.

Several hours have passed, and the plasma bolt is still very stable.

This is a good sign. The crossbow bolts that Siegel made before will dissolve after taking out the magic circle for a few minutes, not like it is now.

"Very well, it seems that there is a good chance of success this time." Siegel said to Erdu. "Now we have to see if we can do mass production."

Modron excitedly ran to the start of the assembly line, tiptoeing and pushing the joystick up. The flame soul crystal emits a red light. Send energy to the robotic arm. The standard formed steel sheet is pushed into the conveyor belt, and the impact hammer is lifted slowly and then dropped with a bang.

The entire assembly line runs in an orderly manner, reflecting the order and rigor of the mechanical environment everywhere. Erdu looked at those gears, levers and transmission shafts with satisfaction and listened to their mechanical and pleasant sounds.

Two people are like in the void ship. Follow the assembly line from start to finish. The two embraced as the lathe closed the magazine and the magical shimmer reappeared.

"The history of magic in this world has turned a new page!" Siegel pretended to be old-fashioned, waving his arms vigorously in the air, and his passionate voice was particularly powerful with the clanging noise of the assembly line. "Erdu, as the maker of the entire assembly line. Is there anything you want to say to history?"

Erdu opened his mouth wide, and a saliva dropped from the corner of his mouth. Its eyes turned to the roof, not knowing what it was thinking for a while. Siegel coughed twice, and Modron came back to his senses. He took a breath first, and then said very sincerely: "I want some rewards."

"Tell me, what do you want?"

"Not much, I want a golem." Erdu's steel shell glowed dark red as if it was hot. "Don't bother to build a new one for me. I think the one above is called Rhett."

Siegel didn't know how to react to this, but he certainly wouldn't laugh at Modron. Maybe this is the different aesthetics between different races.

He squatted down, made himself as tall as Erdu, and said sincerely to him: "I can't do this. Rhett is a **** person, just like you. You are not something that belongs to me~www .novelmt.com~ I can't give who to who."

"If I say I'm yours, can you give me away?"

Siegel tapped the modron's skull lightly, listening to the ping-pong-pong sound coming from it. "You just want to be lazy and find a way to save trouble! I can help you with the two of you, but I will definitely not force either party. Having said that, if you are cracking like this all day, you won't look strong enough to ask for help. Does it like it?"

"Uh...I've never thought about this." Erdu stomped his feet in a hurry: "What do you think I should do?"

Siegel pinched his chin and remembered the elemental golem plan that he had shelved for a long time. He looked up and down Modron with excited eyes, and then said, "I think the first step should be to make the difference between your heights not too big."

Modron nodded vigorously, thinking the idea was right.

"The second step, the difference between your strengths can't be too big, otherwise he will fall down as soon as he pushes you, and it will appear too fragile."

Erdu was definitely thinking of something else, and he kept repeating: "Will he push me? Will he push me?" (To be continued.)