Mountain and Forest Kingdom

Andrew soon returned to the town of Pumexiu.

"Lawrence, are we going to have a fight with the people from Telland's Great Hoof City?"

Andrew looked a little haggard after not seeing him for a long time. His body was still strong, his arms were strong, his eyes were full of enthusiasm and excitement, and he couldn't wait to play.

"Yes, Andrew, I am mobilizing soldiers these days. After harvesting the wheat this fall, we are going to have a fight with Telangtao City."

Lawrence's face was solemn, and he had been preparing for the battle after Qiu.

"Hahaha!" Andrew laughed.

Lawrence and Sariel beside him both looked at Andrew, as if they had never seen him laughing so heartily in their memory.

Andrew inserted the sword into the church floor carpet, "I can finally have a decent battle. I have been waiting for this day!"

Lawrence has seen a lot of dead people and been through a lot of battles over the years.

The most important thing is that in daily life I see many people who are gradually aging and withdrawing.

Barbarians are very strong at their peak, the most powerful time in their lives.

In such a harsh environment in the north, many people do not live to old age.

People living in a civilized era feel that being in their fifties or sixties is still very young, and it is very common.

In this barbaric era, where the strong are respected and the weak are enslaved and humiliated, the mentality of strong men like Andrew is very different from that of later generations.

They believe that life is an upward journey, and dying at the top is the best ending to a perfect life.

His body has aged and turned gray, and he has transformed from a burly man to an old sheepherder. He can no longer hold the weapons he used to have, and he can no longer eat the food he once chewed easily, especially when he is treated as a burden and waste by others.

Many ordinary old people will choose to commit suicide, but strong men like Andrew have even greater self-esteem. They hope to die in a meaningful battle and die with honor.

Lawrence understands Andrew's thoughts, which is something Saryl and many women cannot understand.

Lawrence said calmly: "Go and talk to the mason, at least let him remember what you look like."

Andrew, who was still in excitement, looked at Lawrence suspiciously, not understanding what this meant.

"What to do with a mason?"

Lawrence looked at Andrew's face, and then looked at the giant statue of the prophet in the distance.

"I plan to make sculptures as big as their bodies for the warriors who have made enough achievements. In the future, these sculptures will be placed in the church to protect us forever."

"Record what you looked like when you were at your strongest, so that we and you can remember you as you were at this time, instead of how you looked old and lying on the hospital bed."

Andrew's expression became serious, and he was shocked by this heavy and solemn arrangement, "Okay! I'll go now!"

Lawrence looked at Andrew who turned to leave, and shouted to his back: "This time there will be many people on the other side, and they will be very strong."

"If things get bad, I'll join the fight."

If Lawrence joins the battle, it means that several witches will also join the battle, including Sariel.

Andrew didn't reply, he just took it to heart.

Salil also felt a strange atmosphere.

"Lawrence, will many people die this time?"

Lawrence turned to look at Salil, who seemed to sense Andrew's choice.

"This time it will definitely not be as simple as before. In the past, we were fighting against people at the bottom of the Western Kingdom, and we rarely dealt with the real main force."

"This time we are going to deal with the main force of the Luofen Kingdom, the barbarian army that once wiped out several kingdoms in the south."

"People will definitely die, and even winning won't be that easy."

Salil clenched her fists, "I know! When the time comes, we will go to war together!"

Lawrence thought Salil would be sad for a while, but he didn't expect this.

It didn't take long to figure out why.

Salil has killed many people and has always been a very powerful female warrior, but she has no interest in robbing and killing people and cannot feel happiness.

In the early days, when I went out to fight, I was fulfilling my obligations and training the two weaklings around me.

The few powerful people here are all female warriors and are not afraid of war or death at all.

Salil just didn't want Andrew to die, not that she was so scared that she couldn't accept it and would break down just thinking about it.

Women in the north are not that weak.

Lawrence felt that he also needed to improve his skills.

"Saryl, Delenn, you two will help me and Sophia train."

Delenn stood aside with his hands on his chest, looking up and down at Lawrence and Sophia beside him.

"Still the same as before?" Delenn also hadn't beaten Lawrence for a long time, and he was willing to help after hearing Lawrence's request.

Lawrence decisively refused, "Forget it, let's take it slowly. Emma and Bull will come first, then Salil, and then I'll find you."

Delen took the initiative and said, "Just ask me when you need me. I'm very free."

"Thank you." Lawrence didn't waste any time and ordered directly to Sophia: "Let Emma come over. If he's not here, just find someone else to come over. No witch is required."

Sofia nodded and said, "Yes, Master."

When she was about to leave, Sophia felt something and quickly looked towards the door.

"Master, someone is coming with an iron sword."

Delenn and Saryl looked at the door, and Catherine behind Lawrence came over and waited.

Several witches carry weapons with them, which is the privilege of being saints of the church.

The person who came in was not a stranger, but the familiar Emma.

Behind Emma was a stout old man who looked to be between forty and fifty years old. He was 1.56 meters tall and looked like a bear weighing more than 200 kilograms.

Lawrence knew this old man, he was one of the craftsmen sent from the Southern Kingdom, and he had been working at the blacksmith furnace.

"Quire, I have a feeling today will be a good day, what do you think?"

Lawrence took the initiative to talk to the man.

Querrey knelt down on one knee and said excitedly: "Prophet, I am very proud to hear you say that. I have been thinking about building a weapon for you since last year."

Querrey picked up the long sword he was holding with both hands. The long sword was wrapped in a roll of sheepskin, and its specific appearance could not be seen.

"Thank you for your trust in me. In order to repay you and God's blessing, I found that your weapon is not that good, so I made this sword specially for you."

A lot of care is given to talented people here, and Lawrence has always encouraged craftsmen to discover and solve problems, and has given him the privilege of reporting anything directly to him.

Blacksmiths, stonemasons, carpenters, shipwrights, farmers, brewers, soldiers, veterinarians, tailors... As long as many people want to find Lawrence, they can see him and express their opinions and suggestions.

Craftsmen are more obvious than farmers, and it is easy to see whether they have talent or not.

Soldiers also need to fight and test, and craftsmen can basically tell the difference in a day or two.

A good selection mechanism and a large number of vacant leadership positions have given slave craftsmen like Querrey a huge increase in status.

Once you gain technical recognition, you no longer have to make simple farm tools, and you can have your own time to do what you want to do.

Emma handed the sword to Lawrence.

Lawrence opened the parchment and raised the plain-looking long sword.

The long sword is not particularly long. The blade is only sixty centimeters, and it is slightly curved. It is a little more than four centimeters wide.

It is heavier than a normal iron sword, about fifteen pounds, which is equivalent to picking up almost four two-liter bottles of Coke with one hand.

"Very good. I just need it. I will ask the carpenter to make a scabbard and then take it to the battlefield."

Querrey looked shocked, raised his head and asked Lawrence: "Are you going to the battlefield? Please let me make you a pair of armor!"

"I allow it, but this kind of thing does not need to be given high priority. There are others going to the battlefield. Leave the armor to the warriors who rush forward first."

Querrey quickly went to prepare the armor. For the entire territory, the importance of the prophet was far greater than any one person.

Lawrence was about to go for training when envoys and transport teams from the West arrived again, so he had no choice but to receive these people.

The news that Lawrence was going to war quickly spread among the blacksmith community.

People quickly provided ideas to create a safer, stronger, and lighter armor for Lawrence.

Not only armor, but also horse armor, saddles, riding boots, and horse helmets are considered together. The wisdom of different languages ​​and regions is gathered in the cave to smelt stronger metals!

These blacksmiths come from all over the world, and some are even blacksmiths captured from further south by the pirates of the Wave Kingdom.

Because of technology, these people can survive, but they also suffer a lot of abuse and humiliation.

The North provides the best treatment and gives everyone a warm home. Even if they don't understand the language, these craftsmen quickly understand each other's skills and expressions when working and studying together.

Especially after killing some of the cruel and cruel pirates, and after the grievance meeting, everyone quickly understood that they could live a good life because they were slaves of the Crowfeather Prophet.

The collective wisdom and efforts of everyone allowed Lawrence to have an endless supply of farm tools and weapons.

The blacksmiths who lived in the cave this year also supported Lawrence as always. In order to prevent Lawrence from dying, everyone began to discuss technology and share their skills.

There is no point in hiding secrets in this area. Our sons can be blacksmiths or soldiers if they want. They can even go to church to study, or they can do business and go to sea.

Compared to the barbarian bandits outside, although Lawrence also did the same robbery, he always distributed the wealth obtained from the robbery to everyone, allowing everyone to have food, clothing, and clothing, research and development of technology, and transform pure wealth into technology. and population.

Two days later, Crete arrived at Ironforge.

Steam was boiling in Ironforge, and the blacksmiths continued to dig inside, digging out more workshops. Some people used the heat of the magma created by Lathander.

Crete found the blacksmith by the magma pool. "My weapon is broken and I need an iron axe. The prophet asked me to come over and choose a weapon."

Several blacksmiths were studying the problem of Lawrence's armor. When they saw that it was Crete, they impatiently pointed to the cave to one side.

"There are weapons there, take one and get out."

Crete suddenly wanted to get angry, but looking at the dozen men with thick arms in front of him, he still endured it.

After leading his two men to the wooden door, Crete quickly pushed it open.

Behind the large wooden door, there were weapons placed randomly.

The cave was illuminated by lighting beads, and Crete and his two men saw countless iron weapons.

There were knives, swords, long knives, heavy swords, iron hooks, battle axes, and armor and helmets thrown casually on the ground.

Crete squatted down excitedly, picked up the helmet from the ground and put it on his head. This is an extremely rare piece of equipment outside!

"Hahaha! Hahaha!"

Crete smiled happily.

Not long after, Gris and Fleiss also came over to get their helmets and weapons.

Although these people are all small bosses, they don't know much about the reserves in the blacksmith shop. It was only in the past few days that they discovered their own terrifying and exciting wealth.