Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 3 Forging Success

"The temperature isn't high enough," Mirri began to instruct enthusiastically, then took out a small clay pot and handed it to Rhallor. "This is bitterthorn juice, collected from near the Heartbreak Territory. It will help you raise the temperature of the furnace."

Laharo glanced at Mirri, opened the pottery jar with half belief and half doubt, and immediately a pungent smell hit his face.

This is a magical world after all. Dragons flying everywhere and the resurrection of the dead are normal. The Valyrian steel sword also has enchanted effects. You never know what surprises these things will bring.

In the original book, she killed Drogo and the baby in Daenerys's belly because she had a grudge against Drogo for destroying her family and clan.

But in this time and space, Mirri had no grudge against him, and they were even half-fellow villagers. Not only would she not betray him, but she would use him to deal with Drogo.

Thinking of this, Lahalo no longer hesitated and carefully poured some juice into the fire.

Suddenly, the flames shot up three feet high, emitting a strange green color, very similar to the so-called wildfire.

It is possible that the bitterthorn grows near a phosphate mine, or it is possible that the plant's nature is to accumulate phosphorus.

Laharo didn't understand botany, but it was more likely that it contained some kind of magical power. After all, this was in line with the witch's profession.

It was obvious that the furnace temperature had increased a lot, and the crucible gradually turned red.

No, the temperature is too high!
Surprise turned into shock. Lahalo quickly took a few steps back, covering his face with his hands, and thought to himself, "Oh no, I'm disfigured!"

There was a loud bang and the furnace collapsed. Then, a crisp cracking sound was heard and a crack appeared on the crucible. Molten iron gushed out from the crack, splashing sparks and leaving no grass wherever it went.

"Damn it!"

Lahalo cursed inwardly and hurriedly looked for a bucket of water to put out the fire. After a while, he found that his arms were already covered with scars from the burns of sparks.

These are minor injuries and you don't need to worry about them. The biggest regret is that the smelting failed, but fortunately the face is fine.

As an excellent blacksmith, the most important thing is appearance!
Mili walked over and looked at his embarrassed appearance with a mocking smile on her lips. "See? I told you you can't do it."

Laharo was furious. He was so annoyed by this woman. He might as well kill her!

If you don't learn blood magic, Melisandre still has fire magic, so it doesn't matter!
That woman can turn out a shadow killer with just a cheat, she's much more classy than Mili!
There is also the lizard with a deck of mahjong tiles on her face. It’s a pity that Mr. Martin updates too slowly, so I don’t know what abilities she has.

However, the others are hard to come by, and there is only this one ready-made one in front of him. There is nothing wrong with having more magic, the more the better, he wants them all!
Forget it, just bear with it!
The moment he succeeds, he will use his strength to slap Mili in the face!
Veins popped out of Laharo's forehead. He shut his mouth and silently picked up the debris on the ground.

The crucible broke because the temperature was too high, and the temperature was too high because the catalytic effect of the bitter thorn juice was too intense. The disadvantage of this furnace is that the ventilation port cannot be closed and the oxygen supply cannot be adjusted.

Next time I will have to control the bitterthorn juice and not pour too much, and I will also have to improve the ventilation of the stove.

Laharo rebuilt a stronger furnace and made a thicker crucible.

This time the smelting process went smoothly, the furnace temperature rose steadily, and the crucible did not crack.

After a while, Laharo opened the stove door, and a wave of heat suddenly rolled in, accompanied by a burnt smell. It was the hair that began to curl.

When the crucible was opened, the iron ore inside had turned into dark red molten iron, with little blue flames appearing on the surface, which was the burning carbon monoxide.

Laharo carefully scooped out the slag floating on the surface with a long spoon, then picked up a long iron rod and stirred it vigorously in the crucible. After stirring, he immediately sealed the furnace door.

About two hours later, Laharo carefully poured the molten iron into the prepared mold. The molten iron cooled and solidified in the mold, gradually turning into a bright red iron ingot.

Laharo picked up the iron ingot and observed it. The surface was bumpy and full of impurities, but at least he had successfully smelted iron!
The next step is the most physically demanding one, which requires repeated forging and folding to remove impurities in the iron ingot, so that the scimitar can become harder and sharper.

If the iron ore here was not of extremely high quality, it would probably take a huge amount of effort just to remove the impurities.

Next, while smelting the second pot of molten iron, Laharo continued to forge the iron ingot.

Sparks flew and sweat poured down like rain. Based on his memories from his previous life, Lahalo used the most primitive method, repeatedly folding and forging, removing impurities bit by bit, increasing density, and improving toughness.

The forging process is very hard, and he has to keep adding newly-baked iron ingots and repeat the process over and over again, but he also enjoys watching the blade blank take shape bit by bit.

After countless times of forging and folding, his hard work paid off, and the iron ingot finally turned into a long knife blank.

He placed the knife blank in the furnace to heat it again, and when it was red hot, he quickly inserted it into the prepared oil barrel for quenching.

"Zi la..."

A puff of green smoke rose from the oil, and the knife blank cooled rapidly and became extremely hard.

He put the knife blank back into the furnace for tempering.

For several days, he ate dried meat when he was hungry and drank river water when he was thirsty, repeating these steps almost without sleep.

On the sixth night, Laharo took out a small bowl containing some dark mud that gave off a pungent, sour smell.

These muds are a mixture of volcanic ash and some special humus and are highly corrosive.

He smeared the mud on the blade and then rubbed it repeatedly with a piece of rough animal skin.

After a whole night of acid corrosion, when the first ray of sunlight on the seventh morning shone on the knife, a miracle happened!
Black and silver lines appeared on the blade, which were the evidence of countless forging and folding. Layer upon layer, as smooth as butter and as unpredictable as flowing water.

Under the sunlight, the blade glowed with a cold light, as if it contained some mysterious power!
Rahalo raised the scimitar in his hand and examined it in the sunlight, admiring the lines on the blade that seemed to be flowing!
"From now on I'll call you Askara!"

Askara, in Dothraki, means rivers of blood.

The scimitar seemed to respond to his words, making a low humming sound, like the growl of a wild beast, which was chilling.

He placed the blade on the hammer head next to him, took a deep breath, and swung the knife down suddenly!

A cold light flashed, and a sharp hissing sound was heard in the air, followed by a crisp "crack".

The fist-sized hammer head broke with a sound, and the broken edge was as smooth as a mirror, but the blade was still intact, without even a trace of curling!
Rahalo sheathed his sword and stood.

This Askara is a weapon that transcends his time, created by him using the knowledge from his previous life in this land that is still on the brink of the Iron Age!

In his imagination, well-organized heavily armored cavalry galloped across the battlefield, scimitars gleamed coldly in the sun, and flintlock rifles spewed out flames and death.

Those proud knights of the Seven Kingdoms screamed in terror under the iron hooves of the Dothraki, and the once-mighty Red Castle was reduced to a scorched earth!
By then, the Dothraki on horseback will no longer be the embodiment of barbarians and bandits, but will represent the power of civilization!
The First Men defeated the Children of the Forest, the Andals defeated the First Men, and the Dothraki can also sweep across the Seven Kingdoms!
However, all plans depend on today's battle!
Kill Drogo and take Daenerys away!
(End of this chapter)