Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

Chapter 116 I will forge a spear out of pure silver and present it to Or...

"Vulcan," Zhou Yun whispered the name of the black and gray giant.

He awaited the giant's anger, rebuke, or blame.

The predecessor's actions were far too pretentious.

He inherited his father's blacksmith workshop and wanted to revitalize it, but he told no one, did not ask for help from others in the community, and did not devote himself to studying the blacksmith's skills. Instead, he pinned his hopes on the rare mineral deposits in the Deadfire Mountain, hoping to revitalize the workshop by trading in minerals.

He was overconfident in himself, thinking that he could escape unscathed from the Deadfire Mountain with a map he bought from a traveling merchant, which ultimately forced Vulcan to risk entering the Deadfire Mountain to rescue him.

It's important to understand that even for Vulcan, the Dead Fire Mountain was a dangerous place, especially now that it was undergoing intense geological activity, and Vulcan hadn't even had time to make any preparations.

Intense geological activity could even lead to the collapse of an entire tectonic plate, causing new volcanoes to form beneath our feet, and sweeping people up into underground lava flows.

Even if Vulcan didn't die in there, he would be trapped inside for who knows how many years.

Moreover, at this moment, Vulcan had no idea that he was the Primarch, nor that he was an immortal being.

Vulcan risked entering the Deadfire Mountain, so he had every reason to reprimand, scold, and educate Zhou Yun, and was absolutely justified in his anger.

But Vulcan did not do that. He looked at Zhou Yun, then fixed his gaze on the anvil in front of him.

"Come here," he said to Zhou Yun, gesturing for her to come to his side.

Zhou Yun walked over, and the heat from the scorching metal enveloped him, allowing him to immediately feel the power emanating from the iron.

But compared to Vulcan beside him, the power on that piece of metal seemed so insignificant.

Just by getting close to Vulcan, Zhou Yun could feel the scorching heat flowing through his body.

Is what flows in his veins really blood?

Zhou Yun suspected it was lava.

If Zhou Yun had to find an adjective to describe Vulcan, the one he could think of was "Nocturne Star".

Vulcan was like the Nocturne star manifesting in human form.

He handed his forging hammer to Zhou Yun.

"hold."

A sense of heaviness washed over me; the hammer was much heavier than it looked.

But this heaviness is not unpleasant; on the contrary, it gives people a sense of strength.

The moment Zhou Yun grasped the hammer handle, he felt as if the hammer had become an extension of his own body, and the power of the hammer was his power.

The craftsmanship that forged this hammer must have been exceptional.

"Lift it up," Vulcan said from behind Zhou Yun.

He grabbed Zhou Yun's wrist and helped Zhou Yun lift the hammer.

"Very good, your hammer-wielding is more stable than I thought," Vulcan praised.

Zhou Yun had handled weapons in the arena and hunting bows in the forests of Caliban, so he knew how to lift weapons and could also learn how to lift a forging hammer by analogy.

Suddenly, Zhou Yun understood what Vulcan wanted to do.

He was teaching himself how to forge...

Vulcan grabbed Zhou Yun's arm and swayed the forging hammer down.

The sparks were dancing, the metal was deforming, the hammer was vibrating, and my arm was starting to ache slightly.

Zhou Yun felt a strange sense of harmony.

The heat from his body was conducted to the hammer, the scalding metal, the flying sparks, and the leaping flames in the furnace.

They seemed to be one, they were all leaping flames.

The flame shapes itself.

"Fire, hammer, iron, and man are all the same thing."

"Flames are fleeting, but they become intense only when they burn."

"The warhammer is cold; its power is only revealed when it is wielded."

"Rough iron is fragile; only through forging can it become strong."

"Humans are just like this: their bodies are weak and their wills are feeble, but only through repeated tempering can they become resilient."

"To rely on luck, chance, wealth, external things, weapons not forged by one's own hands, or skills not honed by one's own hands, is to gain nothing but vanity."

"Forging, Zhou Yun."

"Only through forging!"

Guided by Vulcan, the hammer swung down thousands of times, and Zhou Yun's arm grew sore, but the iron gradually took shape in his hands.

It was a spearhead, and Vulcan was guiding Zhou Yun to forge the simplest and most unadorned spearhead.

spear...

As Zhou Yun watched the spearhead gradually emerge and gleam beneath his hammer, his gaze became slightly unfocused.

The spearhead flashed with a silver light before Zhou Yun's eyes.

The summer sun in Rome is intense, bright, and dazzling, so hot in the blacksmith's workshop that it makes your skin tingle.

His brown arms were raised high, and silver and iron intertwined before him.

The silver, purchased with the salary from six years of service to Emperor Diocletian, gradually took shape and transformed into the spearhead of a gleaming silver spear.

"It's beautiful, like the moonlight in Nanna." Erda lay on the chaise lounge, showing off her slender body, her eyes fixed on him by the fireplace and the gleaming silver spearhead.

"It's more like the shimmering waters of the Tigris River in Nineveh." He admired the spearhead and said softly, "How beautiful! If Orl had seen it, he would have said the same."

Orl, he and Erda both chewed on the name that had just slipped out.

He had many friends and many followers who believed in his power. They considered him their leader and the most powerful among their kind.

But only Or, only Or is different.

Ore betrayed him; Ore abandoned him.

That old soldier, that shepherd by the river in Nineveh.

He was the weakest among them, the oldest among them, and the most stubborn among them.

Others will obey him, but All will stop him, All will oppose him, only All can always stop him before he makes the wrong decision.

He is the king, and Or is his war general.

He picked up the knife and began to carve intricate patterns on the silver spearhead.

Erda rolled off the deck chair, melted down the remaining silver, and hummed a little tune as she forged the gun barrel.

They were of one mind and chose the dragon as their theme.

From Tiamat to Apsu, from the clam-shaped dragon to the turquoise dragon, from Typhon the beast to Phritha in the Vedas...

The shapes of hundreds of dragons—those they had experienced, those they had played, those that had been exaggerated, those that had been deified—were carved onto the spears.

"How beautiful," he said.

"Like the shimmering waters of the Tigris River near Nineveh," Erda repeated softly, her fingers brushing against the spear.

Neither of them spoke until Erda broke the silence.

"Jason brought back news that he had seen Or near Cyrene, and also a dragon."

"Dragon? There is no dragon," he said. "Jason is still insane, thinking the Argo is still sailing."

They all knew about Jason's madness; he always believed that the Argo was still sailing and that he was still on that adventure to find the Golden Fleece, talking every day to his hallucinations of Medea, Heracles, Orpheus, and Orl.

"But it could be Orl; I don't think it's his hallucination," Erda said softly.

"He may no longer be avoiding me... If so, I will give him this gun; he is a master javelin thrower, only Hector can compare to him."

So he mounted a steed darker than the night, wielded a spear as shimmering as the waters of Nineveh, and followed the clues brought by the Argo to Cyrene in North Africa.

He couldn't find Or, he couldn't find his war commander.

But he did see a dragon, a silver dragon coiled around the city of Cyrene.

He was also unable to give the silver spear to Orl.

During his battle with the dragon, his spear broke, leaving only countless fragments scattered across the sand.

The steel spearhead was shaped by the hammer, and the patterns of flames were faintly visible on the metal.

Vulcan released Zhou Yun's hand and picked up the still-hot spearhead from the anvil.

He examined it closely and smiled.

He personally sharpened the spearhead, making it gleam with a sharp, cold light, revealing the flame patterns hidden within the metal, and even more so, revealing the power within the metal.

Forging combines the power of fire, the power of metal, the power of a hammer, and the power of man into a single weapon.

Vulcan attached the spearhead to the gun barrel and handed it to Zhou Yun.

Holding the spear with the tip he had forged himself, Zhou Yun could truly feel the power flowing between the spear and himself.

This is a powerful weapon, like a solidified flame.

Although it was forged from metal, an anvil, flame, and a forging hammer, it was more powerful, sharper, and more balanced and harmonious than the power sword used by Quintus.

This is by no means a technique that merely utilizes the forces of the material universe.

"This is the power of forging; fire, earth, and we are all one."

"The nutrients that make us rise from the earth, the steel that shapes us sprouts from the earth, and through this we are born, and through this we live."

"But after we die, we perish in the fire, our ashes fall into the earth, and our blood and bones are connected to the earth, and we are reunited with the earth through fire."

"Flames burn, endlessly, through life and death, eternally existing, and forging is achieved by harnessing the power of this cycle."

Vulcan placed his hand on Zhou Yun's shoulder and patted him gently.

"From today onwards, you will live in this blacksmith's shop."

"Stay here, and I will teach you how to forge metal, how to sharpen weapons, and how to use a forging hammer, so that you can become a qualified blacksmith."

Zhou Yun held the spear and nodded slightly.

He understood Vulcan's meaning: he wanted to teach Zhou Yun the art of forging so that he could revitalize the workshop left by his father, rather than relying on rare metals.

Zhou Yun felt the power of this forging, and realized how valuable a skill Vulcan was going to teach him.

Moreover... Anglon is lacking a good weapon, and Robert can't keep using Connor's old sword.

After mastering this forging technique, even without the metals and minerals of Nocturne Star, and without Vulcan's assistance, he should be able to forge passable weapons...

At the same time, Zhou Yun was experiencing the memories that had just suddenly surfaced.

It's the emperor's memory again.

Zhou Yun had given up hope of recovering the emperor's memories.

The Emperor's skill pool is too rich. With Zhou Yun's luck of being able to travel to the Golden Throne, what useful skills can he draw?

If he can draw it out, then he... um? It seems he really did draw out a useful skill.

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