Novel Full Chapter 570 - 246: This Was Gifted by Lord Lear? Impossible!!_3
Chapter 570: Chapter 246: This Was Gifted by Lord Lear? Impossible!!_3
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After returning to the territory, Lear settled Haggs in the barracks and instructed the Cold-blooded Cavalry to protect him.
Based on his transformation speed, it might still take several days to complete.
But he also looked forward to seeing how much improvement Haggs would gain the next time he awoke.
For this hero who had followed him from the very beginning, Lear was quite attached.
Constantly making him stronger was a pleasure similar to nurturing and growing a thriving field.
After finishing his tasks, he suddenly thought of the heavy crossbows he had stored in the Gray Dwarves’ treasury before.
He immediately summoned Bain to inquire about them.
The Mud Swamp People’s hero said with joy.
“Your Majesty, those heavy crossbows have already been given to the Blacksmith Shop for repair… They’ll be ready for installation tomorrow.”
These heavy crossbows, seized from the Gray Dwarves, were all of a 4-star level!
Lear nodded.
With the expansion of the territory, the walls had become increasingly broad. Although the Ancient Tree Guardians were fierce, having more siege weapons would definitely not be a bad thing.
He pondered for a moment and grew somewhat interested, striding toward the Blacksmith Shop.
A few days ago, acting on intelligence tips, he had dispatched the Rhino-man to bring back a new batch of Fray people.
With the addition of these strong forces, the Blacksmith Shop was now running more smoothly.
However, he had yet to lift the curse from the Fray people’s bodies, which he could do now.
Upon arriving at the Blacksmith Shop, Lear glanced around and nodded in satisfaction.
The Blacksmith Shop, which had initially been a single building, had expanded to five buildings behind it, and recently another five had been added.
Now, this area had a total of ten buildings, forming a cluster.
It covered a considerable area and was the liveliest region in the territory, also serving as the territory’s core artery.
Lear stepped indoors, where the Starry Sky Vine absorbed the heat from forging, making it not at all stuffy.
Seeing a stranger enter, some newly arrived Fray people immediately curiously observed him.
Although they didn’t know his identity, they could feel a sense of authority emanating, majestic without anger.
Noticing their actions, a companion beside them immediately pulled them back.
Whispering.
“This is Your Majesty!”
The tone was filled with frenzy and excitement.
The Fray people were immediately startled, bowing their heads quickly, not daring to look directly.
“We salute you… Your Majesty.”
Inside the Blacksmith Shop, the crowd knelt uniformly, their gaze filled with fervor.
This was the great Swamp God, their protector, their immortal belief, and above all, the guide bringing them future and hope!
Lear nodded slightly.
“Where is Bulin?”
“Lord Bulin is inside…”
A Fray person quickly stepped forward, respectfully leading Lear into the inner room.
Lear followed, arriving at a room in another building.
Clang clang clang~
Before even approaching, he heard the crisp sound of iron being forged, echoing clearly.
The Fray person in front pushed open the tightly shut door, and a wave of heat surged out.
The smell of burning flames was palpable.
Lear stepped inside and turned to look; this room only housed a single furnace as tall as a person and as wide as the arms of three people combined.
In the center burned a deep azure flame.
At that moment, Bulin, the Fray leader, was bare-chested, holding a thick sledgehammer and continuously pounding a fiery iron billet on the workbench.
With each strike, a large flurry of sparks would splash.
He was completely entranced until Lear neared him, finally realizing his presence.
He turned his head, initially showing some anger, but upon seeing Lear, his face lit up with joy.
“Your Majesty!”
At this moment, Lear noticed that on Bulin’s bare chest, there was an inscription exuding a scorching aura.
It looked as though it had been there from birth.
All around, magic energy swirled continuously around the inscription, mysterious and unique.
Just as Lear was about to ask questions, Bulin shouted.
“Your Majesty, do you need to forge a divine artifact?!”