The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

"Let's go to Boris's blacksmith shop."

After breakfast, Alan and his companions rode their tall horses and galloped through the deserted streets, but they no longer smelled the unpleasant odor.

A quarter of an hour later, a blacksmith shop with logs as beams and thatched roof appeared in front of them. Above the red-hot fire, a short, strong man only five feet tall was waving a hammer in his hand.

"Jingle, clang, clang."

The pleasant sound of blacksmithing could be heard from far away. With repeated hammering, countless impurities were squeezed out, and the one-foot-long iron block became more and more condensed.

In order to increase the temperature of the fire, the five-foot-tall strong man sprinkled some dark red powder. Under the stimulation of the combustion aid, the orange-yellow flame emitted a terrifying heat wave.

"Uncle Boris."

After getting off the horse, Alan greeted him warmly and enthusiastically.

"It's you, Alan."

Looking at the young man in front of him, Boris put down the hammer in his hand and hit Alan's chest hard. Seeing that he did not move at all, he praised: "You are a man."

After a brief exchange of greetings, Alan looked at the dazzling array of swords on the wall and said, "Uncle Boris, I want to make a hundred sharp swords, preferably ones that can cut through iron like mud and easily cut off other people's long swords."

"If it's one or two long swords, I can still make them."

Hearing this special request, Boris spread his hands and said helplessly: "If there are more, I can't make them even if I work myself to death."

In order to make a good sword, the master blacksmith Boris needs to hammer the iron block thousands of times, smelt it again and again, remove the impurities in it until it becomes steel. Even a strong man like him needs five or six days and nights.

If you work day and night for a hundred swords, it will take several years.

Hearing this, Allen felt a little disappointed: "Is there no other way?"

As the saying goes, if you don't have enough force, you can only make up for it with equipment. In order to cope with the upcoming crisis, Alan prepares to arm his soldiers, preferably with armor for both men and horses.

"Unless there's Valyrian steel!"

Speaking of Valyrian steel, Boris' eyes lit up with longing.

Born in Ironforge, a dwarf clan, Boris has been pursuing better steel all his life in order to create extraordinary weapons and equipment. Valyrian steel is one of his goals.

"Valyrian steel?"

Hearing this slightly familiar name, Alan's mind quickly emerged with the continent of Westeros, the Targaryen dynasty, etc., and a game of thrones appeared before his eyes.

"Yes, Valyrian steel, a steel infused with magic, very sharp, forged by the Valyrians."

He took out the water bag from the wall and pulled out the cork. A strong aroma of wine wafted out. Boris took a big gulp of the liquor, and the wine stains covered his thick beard and wet his collar.

Dwarfs all like to drink, and Boris is no exception.

His dark eyes were dim and unclear, and Alan asked anxiously, "Where can I get Valyrian steel?"

"Go west along the Ergun River and out to sea. There is an island running from north to south, which is the continent of Westeros. This technology is in the hands of the Qohor people."

Boris felt indignant as he recalled his experience of seeking Valyrian steel forging technology everywhere.

The people of Qohor strictly guard the secrets of Valyria's steel forging technology. Anyone who spy on these secrets will be punished, such as having their hands cut off or being whipped. An unpleasant memory came to his mind.

"Uncle Boris, which dynasty rules Westeros?"

The Habsburg family is just a small country noble family with shallow background. Allen urgently needs to know the news of this world, especially the "familiar" "stories".

"Westeros was previously ruled by the Targaryen dynasty. Mad King Aerys II Targaryen was suspicious, cruel, and moody. Before I left, Jon Arryn, Robert Baratheon, and others rose up in rebellion." Boris wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth with a hazy look in his eyes: "I heard that they are heading towards King's Landing. I wonder who will be the final winner?"

If it weren't for the war that affected the entire country, Boris would not have left. Perhaps he would still be trying his best to obtain Valyrian steel forging technology.

……

"boom!"

Opening the secret room again, Alan snapped his fingers and cast the zero-ring magic - illumination. A fist-sized ball of light appeared in front of him, illuminating the dark passage.

A moment later, Alan sat in front of the bookshelf, his mind fluctuating: "The Iron Throne, Game of Thrones."

Thinking of this usurper war, Alan felt a sense of urgency in his heart. He felt that an endless dark cloud was about to spread to the entire continent. According to Honghuang, the catastrophe was coming.

In order to survive the disaster, Allen did not miss any opportunity to grow and develop, and being radical was necessary.

"Bronze tripod!"

With a flip of his right hand, a thumb-sized bronze tripod appeared in his palm. This was the projection of Shen Yuanliang's bronze tripod, and it could play 70% of its function.

"Buzz!"

The bronze tripod swelled in the wind, and in an instant, the ten-foot-high tripod landed steadily on the dusty floor, shining with golden light, which was truly extraordinary.

After moving the heavy pieces of iron into the cauldron, Alan clapped his right hand, and the bronze cauldron emitted colorful light. A misty air rippled in it, refining the heaven and earth and transforming all things.

After a short while, pieces of steel that looked brand new and covered with star patterns appeared before our eyes.

"Star Steel!"

Looking at the steel in my hand, a sharp and cold aura came towards me.

An hour later, in the quiet secret room, there was a pile of rusty iron and a small pile of cold star steel, and a murderous atmosphere filled the air.

"so tired!"

Covering his head, Alan leaned against the wall. Both his mental and physical strength had reached the limit.

Shen Yuanliang broke through to the Taiyi Golden Immortal level. The bronze tripod that used to act like a big shot became his companion spiritual treasure. From then on, he could use it as easily as his own arm. It no longer consumed his luck and could be used as long as his magic power was not exhausted.

Alan used a bronze tripod to refine steel. Without magic power, he could only consume his own energy.

A red sun hung high in the sky. Horse-drawn carriages were moving on the stone road, making creaking sounds. Thousands of pounds of star steel were piled up high.

Holding the reins with both hands, Alan, who had just recovered some of his strength, laughed, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Uncle Boris, do you think this steel is enough?"

"This……"

Looking at the freshly-baked star steel on the carriage, Weapon Master Boris touched it with his hand, and then tried it with the dwarf's unique secret method, and a feeling of ecstasy surged in his heart.

"Fine steel, no worse than Valyrian steel."

Boris couldn't let go of Star Steel while holding it in his arms. He walked so lightly as if he was walking on cotton.

"I want to use this star steel to forge swords, armor, and even armor for horses. If you have any other requests, please let me know."

Imagining the scene of dozens of heavily armored soldiers leading the charge, Alan felt a long-lost passion in his heart.

He also wants to sit on the Iron Throne! (End of this chapter)