Chapter 373 The Fire Outlet Was Robbed, Let’s Use a Better One!

The two thick right hands are tightly clasped together.

Two warriors of high rank stood face to face and exerted force at the same time. The leather boots creaked under his feet. Gretel lowered his head and saw on the spot that the bricks under Prince Rothega's feet had several thin cracks.

"Want to spar? OK!"

Wang Zilang replied with a smile. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of cheers from around him:

"good!"

"simply!"

"Bold!"

Those who worked, those who watched, and those who followed the team to watch the fun, a large group of dwarves all clapped their hands, stamped their feet, and cheered loudly. Gretel raised his head from the rabbit, looked at the surroundings, and could only sigh:

Okay, dwarves regard grandeur as their beauty and their boldness as their beauty. If others come to come to discuss with you, you must not give in!

Especially the candidates for the King Selection Battle! I would rather lose than shirk!

Gretel and his rabbit were surrounded - or rather coerced, and moved out. The place of discussion is in the melting pot - what are you thinking, how is it possible? What if the two sides get angry and use a heavier hand, sending people flying into the melting pot? Even if people don't fly in, if they drop a hammer and hit the lava, they still can't fish it out, which is not good!

Discuss, no, compete, no, plant flags, definitely in a professional location!

Fortunately, there is a military zone not far from the mouth of the fire. Large groups of people moved to the competition ground, with three floors inside and three floors outside, tightly surrounding Rosega and Kai. Relying on his height, Gretel watched from a distance as they put on full body armor, picked up the heavy sword without an edge, and began to spar——

Ping ping pong ping ping ping pong.

Then Gretel couldn't understand. I could only hear the sounds of cheering, cheering, and shouting all around me all the time, mixed with heavy sounds like forging iron, and the volume was estimated to reach 120 decibels. The two dwarves were going back and forth, swinging their heavy swords vigorously. Every time they collided, the crowd burst into cheers.

"How is the situation now?"

He leaned back and asked Bernard in a low voice. Bernard stared at the arena with a sullen face for a while, then shook his head:

"I'm afraid I'm going to lose."

"What?!" Gretel was shocked. Where did you see it? He looks evenly matched!

"His breath is messed up."

Gretel said he still didn't see it. Breathing or something like that, unless you get close and let him count his breaths, or give him a vital signs monitor. But the dwarves at the scene had already started to make a commotion, and the cheers became smaller and smaller, followed by whispers and chatter——

"when!"

Two heavy swords clashed. The heavy sword in Prince Rosega's hand tilted to the side, and his feet slipped half a step, leaving the door wide open. Kai from the Black Rock Tribe took advantage of the situation and took half a step forward. He held the sword tightly with both hands, raised it with all his might, and pointed it at the prince's chest.

"I lost."

Prince Rosega dropped his heavy sword, wiped his sweat, panted and shook his head. Although he admitted defeat, he did not look depressed. He looked at the opponent levelly and did not dodge. Opposite him, Kai also inserted the tip of his sword into the soil, took a step forward, and reached out to him:

"You are a very powerful warrior. I look forward to fighting you again in a month."

The two big hands were held tightly together and shook up and down a few times. Then, Prince Rosega returned his weapons and armor, squeezed out of the crowd, and called to his teammates:

"let's go!"

If you lose the fight, you will naturally have no shame in occupying the fire mouth. The team dragged six mine carts, turned around collectively, and turned to another forging room. After walking for a long time, Gavin finally got into the forging room and closed the door, then Gavin whispered:

"Really! We obviously know that we have been busy all night, but now we come to challenge!"

"Don't say that." Prince Rosega finally calmed down his breath, smiled and shook his head:

"He is indeed stronger than me. We have similar strength and skills, but his breath is long and his endurance is better than mine——"

"That's because he didn't keep mining!" Gavin grabbed the advantage. "I've been mining and forging, and there's dust and smoke every day. Who can have stronger breath! He's running around in the wild every day, and he's competing with someone who's mining, how shameless!"

"But what to do now?" Hanna asked solemnly. The casting master kept squinting at the furnace, and from time to time he stretched out his hand and flicked it quickly in the hot air above the magma:

"Without a fire outlet, it would be too difficult for us to smelt all the ore in time with so much ore. Do we need to buy a few less pieces? But your endurance is not as good as his, and if you wear less armor, it will be even more disadvantageous in a battle..."

Several dwarves gathered together and muttered. Some said to buy fewer pieces, some said to change the style of the helmet or breastplate, and some said to let Rosega do less work these days and take care of her body. After the discussion, some nerve was touched, and they all looked at Gretel invariably.

"Hey, Mr. Mage, do you have any clever tricks?"

Grete had been squatting in the corner watching the rabbit. The breathing rate is normal, the body temperature is normal, there is no foaming, no sluggishness... It seems that this operation was relatively successful. Alas, it's a pity that rabbits can't communicate and can't control their lung capacity...

He only raised his head when his name was called. Think for a moment and look at the lava:

"I do have a way to smelt the ore, but I don't know if it can be done. It's the idea I came up with when smelting mithril concentrate, which is to insert a pipe into the lava and blow it out. Gavin, you Have you heard Master Tarbot say it? If so, can you explain it to them?"

"I've heard about it! I'll tell you!"

Gavin jumped up on the spot. Showing hands and feet, squatting on the ground and spreading a layer of mineral sand, writing and drawing. A group of dwarves were doubtful, especially Hanna, who nodded and shook his head, but could not make up his mind. Grete thought for a while, then started taking things out of the space bag:

Hand-operated generator, mercury arc rectifier, oxygen electrolyzer, oxygen pipe...

These days he is doing alveolar lavage experiments, and he carries this set of equipment wherever he goes. At this moment, everything was set up one by one, with Bernard squatting on the side to shake the generator, and Felay and Hanna dragging the oxygen tube and cautiously approaching the lava. Pure oxygen spurted out "chichi", and a white fire immediately rose above the lava.

Hanna's eyes that had been squinting opened instantly, and his eyelids were raised, stretching his narrow eyes wide. He almost rushed to the magma pool and stretched out his hand to test the air flow. Before his palm even came close, it trembled violently:

"Yes! It can be used! It's such a big fire! - Can it be bigger? This fire is too little, not enough!"

"this……"

Gretel silently looked at the hand-cranked generator, and then at Bernard, who was squeaking and tossing the joystick:

"Then we have to change places..."

Where you come from, where you go back. A group of seven people dragged the ore back to the steam engine again and moved away from the guy. This time, the rotor of the hand-cranked generator was connected to a more powerful power.

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