Chapter 284: Lacking Gear

Chapter 284: Lacking Gear

After the battle was over, some people started cleaning the place a bit, others simply sat down and waited.

Gerald quickly got bored of it all and took out the molten iron to continue his work. But before that, he went to check up on his workers producing niter.

They were nervous and shaken since they had to work through the night as well as the attack, but with Gerald's guarantee of safety and a few potions to calm their nerves and recover energy, they quickly went back to work.

It also helped that they each had a few extra gold coins in their pockets after their boss left.

***

The amount of scrap metal gathered after a fight was plenty and Gerald had more than enough for his plan, and as such, he started melting it down.

His creation was made of two parts, and the bottom piece truly looked like a giant black iron cauldron after it was finished. The only things missing were the legs keeping it upright.

The other part, which was finished hours later, was cone-shaped with four fins at the top and had a hole for the powder at the bottom. The two pieces could be screwed together, forming one big and dangerous creation.

In short, it was a bomb. At nearly two meters tall and half a meter across, it was truly a scary thing to behold. Well, for Gerald at least. The rest had no clue as to what he was making there, out in the open.

Then, as he was examining his things for something else to do, he noticed the shield he picked up from the crazy blacksmith some time ago.

"Sigh, I still got this puny thing, huh? Didn't even get the chance to use it" He looked at the round thin piece of metal and shook his head.

After watching the Dark Knight get crushed by the Ogre, he realized that conventional armor was as good as paper against it. Not to mention all the even stronger beasts, like the Giant for example. Even the Golem Armor that provided quite a good defense against the big guy would be of little use.

"I got some iron left, might as well make something out of it"

Even though he considered armor as trash now, a sturdy shield would still come in handy someday, maybe, probably...

"Meh, close enough," Gerald murmured and dismissed his rocky creation.

***

It was close to midday. Workers were already on the job cleaning the area around the city walls and repairing the defenses.

Nobody expected to be attacked by hundreds of thousands of monsters at once, so the supplies of weapons were quickly dwindling. Groups of scavengers were working overtime to gather arrows and discarded weapons to refurbish them and get them ready for reuse.

Most monster corpses were quickly processed for any useful materials such as Crystals and skin for leather and parchment, while the toxic flesh was incinerated to prevent the spread of diseases.

Time was of the essence and every pair of hands was greatly appreciated. Even women and children were mobilized to help transport the goods to the correct location for recycling.

Gerald didn't move from his spot beside the warehouse and so he took that time to write a book about his new discoveries.

He tried to work on the body of the Ogre too, but even in death, the damn monster was too tough to be processed quickly.

Even as Gerald cut it to pieces he found he couldn't break through its bones. A full-powered strike with the Orc Slayer only left some shallow marks on the thick bones. He even tried to make a super hard piece of steel to try and break it apart, but the blade chipped instead.

He could only lament for not having granite-cutting diamond blades. Those would most certainly chew through the bone with no problem.

He did clean up the Ogre's femur though. It was around 1.5m long, quite thick, and extremely tough, perfect for a club. He wasn't sure if it was worth using as a weapon though. Maybe some master armor maker could make some better gear out of it

"Ah, whatever I'll leave that for after the war is over, if I don't forget. The skin though"

Hide of powerful beasts could be turned into parchment for scrolls. And it seemed he finally got his hands on some quality material even though it was quite damaged from the fight.

"Maybe it's time I make some Light spell scrolls too?" He rubbedd his hands together, "The Pixie served its purpose well, but now"