Chapter 315： The initial success of a ruthless ore devouring furnace

The slag, which is completely magma, gushes out from the **** outlet unscrupulously. They are actually a kind of molten volcanic glass, which quickly begins to condense when it touches the chilly ground.

Subsequent **** continued to gush out, stacked on top of the **** that began to solidify in front, so as to form a layered wave shape.

The vast majority of Ross people, most of them have not paid attention to blacksmith smelting, how can they understand the slag?

Their limited cognition simply cannot understand what is happening in front of them. How to explain it? I'm afraid the blacksmith learned some of Asgard's skills through Rurik?

In people's hearts, Asgard was recognized as the holy place in the sky, which was the home of the gods and controlled incomparable technology.

It's a bit strange to say, it's all because Rurik promotes a concept that "Asgard's technology can be replicated in the world". From the very beginning, he was explaining that the unprecedented things he had made were not divine power. Behind it was knowledge and technology. As long as he obtained them, mortals could also become great.

The onlookers marveled at the knowledge that the Clavassons had acquired only by the gods. Everyone whispered and wondered what the hot and sticky things overflowed.

Rurik held his hands and noticed Clavasson's gloomy face with interest.

He shouted directly: "Clavason, what are you afraid of?!"

"My lord!" Cravason really didn't know what to say, he shrugged his shoulders and opened his hands, and quickly hugged his old face full of wrinkles and beards.

"Are you going to say something?"

"I... I have never seen such a torrent of slag!"

"Oh, then you must have never seen a volcano or lava. Clavasson, leave the **** alone, use water to cool down and shovel away the solidified slag." Rurik ordered.

Both Kravasson and Kawei, who stood on a high place, felt something wrong. After all, as blacksmiths, neither of them had seen such a flowing area of ​​slag waste.

"Do as he said, Dad!" Kawey shouted.

Looking up at his son, Clavasson calmed down, then ran back to the house hurriedly, carrying a bucket full of stream water, and pouring it directly onto the hot slag.

In just an instant, the water instantly turned into order, and a violent white smoke was emitted!

Who has seen such a huge amount of wet and hot water mist?

People began to scream spontaneously, and even some people who climbed on the roof were too excited and didn't do a good job of climbing down to the ground and yelling.

The water vapor actually formed a magnificent mushroom cloud, and its appearance was the third time that shocked the lack of knowledge of the people.

When the water vapor dissipated, a large amount of **** had turned black, and the surface was severely cracked.

Cavus simply jumped off the steps. Together with his father, he and his father both picked up the long-handled shovel and slightly cleaned up the **** that was mostly solidified.

The **** is still sticky as a whole. It actually becomes a kind of glass. Kawei already knows this, so he and his father have experience in cleaning them. However, it is really a challenge to clean up so much slag.

The flame in the hearth was still burning, and the temperature inside it dropped somewhat because there was no more desperate blast.

What the blacksmith needs is sponge iron. Because the molten **** that flooded them has almost overflowed, the remaining sponge iron is stacked on top of each other and piled on the bottom of the furnace.

When the blackened **** that was still smoking was piled into a small mound, the onlookers realized how these strange things that cooled down looked like rocks? No, they are rocks!

What kind of experience is it to watch iron smelting?

Kawei felt that standing on the high platform, he was the revered king.

In fact, blacksmiths are indeed highly respected by everyone, because people really need all kinds of metal utensils. In order to get them, people would rather spend a lot of money to buy them.

The tall stove exudes a terrifying high temperature, especially the temperature of the stove mouth. Just standing on the steps, Kawei feels that the iron sign is put on a skinned fat lamb and placed on the stove mouth, it will be cooked in a short time. .

In order to prevent himself from turning into a roast lamb, Kawei could not do anything. He poured water on his body desperately, then stood on the high platform with a huge tongs, bravely put the tongs into the furnace, and probed where the sponge iron was.

He found an obstacle, determined that it was the target, clamped it with the tongs, and tried to pull the tongs upwards.

"It's a bit stupid, you are going to pull the iron up like this? If you weren't wearing thick leather gloves, your arms would be burnt." Rurik curled his mouth, his expression full of helplessness and regret.

The other onlookers opened their mouths and stared their eyes wide, looking at the brave young blacksmith eagerly, and pulled out a scorching yellow and white light from the furnace.

Rurik saw that because Kawei needed to attack some very hot parts of the tongs, the gloves were already smoking violently.

"What a lunatic! When you finish this matter, I will help you remodel this terrible stove and make it docile."

Kawei was literally fighting in the flames, he realized that his decision was rather stupid, but he had no better way.

So, Kawei can't cool down the furnace first, and then easily take out the sponge iron?

He can't do this.

If you pour a lot of water into the stove, God knows what the huge amount of steam will bring.

In fact, during the long-term smelting work, the young Kravasson tried to violently extinguish his former furnace, and finally made a noise to build a fixed clay furnace. The cracks were washed out by the steam and broke directly in the next smelting. .

After learning his father's lesson, facing such a big stove, Kawei was really worried that pouring water into it would cause the stove to collapse and collapse, and that would be the end.

Of course, he can also wait for the natural cooling of the furnace, but since the tall furnace was first designed, it was required to use existing materials to build a furnace with excellent temperature lock ability, so its natural cooling must be a long process.

The father and son Cravason had no such carelessness. Kawei had no choice but to take the huge risk of being scalded in the shock, anxiety and even anticipation of the tribe’s eyes, pulling out the hot sponge iron piece by piece. Just loosen the tongs and let them fall to the ground at will.

One piece of sponge iron has fallen to the ground, another piece has fallen from a height, and the strong collision produced a very beautiful spark.

The waiting Clavason quickly carried the tongs, and the sponge iron that was thrown down by his son was constantly being pulled away from the stove, and the last bucket of water violently cooled it down.

In the previous incident, Rurik thought that Kawei was desperate, and only what Klavasen was doing now made him understand that he was also incomprehensible.

But Rurik quickly figured out the reason.

Kawei fully embodies the strength and sturdiness of a steelmaking worker, as well as the extraordinary tolerance for heat.

Although he was wearing a leather mask, he was also wearing a thick leather coat, and even a wet turban that moistened his head. These measures were not able to block the heat well. Kawei was exhausted and climbed down the stairs. He removed all the leather clothes and the thoroughly dried headscarf, revealing his hot flushed face. He threw away the linen clothes without any scruples, and saw that under his thick chest hair, there was also a skin like a cooked lobster.

Kawei has actually been burned by heat, but these burns are very minor.

At the end of the work, Rurik hurried over. He stopped beside Kravasson and witnessed the piles of densely blackened chromium-iron alloys in the state of sponge iron.

"Unexpectedly, you finally succeeded."

"Yeah. I'm almost going to be burned to death! In the north, our big stove doesn't have this danger, Rurik, maybe it's not a good idea to make a bigger stove." Kawei said discouraged, Liuli Kr is not angry at all.

Rurik turned to look at Clavasson: "I saw you cooling them with water. You should strike while the iron is hot."

"Iron? Forget it." Kravasson pointed to the sponge iron at his feet, and pointed to the furnace that is still full of heat: "Although there are some risks, this furnace is our holy place for smelting sponge iron. As a blacksmith, Kawi I have an obligation to take risks. You know, smelting sponge iron is the beginning of all forging. I need a large reserve of sponge iron, so that I only need to reheat it in a small stove to be able to forge freely."

"That's true." Rurik nodded, he really knew the value of sponge iron, a primary smelt. He raised his head and looked at Kawei who was flushed: "You are desperate! Oh, maybe you don't think so."

"I! I'm very proud." Kawei showed the big boy's sunny smile, which just didn't match the color of his grilled lobster.

"You are very proud? You are still working hard. But you did have a great achievement. You actually burned all the northern ores we brought back with only one furnace and only one smelting! Oh, although these ores are not Not many."

"This is the advantage of a huge stove!" Klavasen, who sits casually cross-legged, embraces a sponge iron that is still a bit hot in his hands, and uses his mild steel hammer to beat it swiftly, revealing his face. A lot of metal lines, and the hard texture really shocked Clavasson. "Oh, just the sponge iron is so hard!"

"It is very hard!" Rurik proudly threatened, "No matter what kind of steel we smelt with our local ore, it can't match the ore produced in the northern settlements."

So far, Kravasson completely trusted Rurik's words, the so-called seeing is believing, he has really seen the power of the so-called ferrochrome today.

Those Corvins who were ordered to settle in the northern city of Elronburg had already popped out a group of newly trained blacksmiths in two months. Although those guys are Rurik's servants, Rurik is actually using the labor of those servants to sell a powerful chrome axe to the Ross people, which makes Clavasson jealous and dangerous.

After all, all the blacksmiths in their family and even the tribe are in a state of commercial alliance with Rurik, which is a contract witnessed by a written document and a priest in person.

But the contract never restricted Rurik's technical transfer to the servant.

Clavasson’s head is not elmstone. Of course, he knows how to extract slave labor to maximize his own interests. For example, he himself is using the labor of Kamnier and ten other Corvin boys, so that he is in A mining site is delineated in the mountains, and the rest can be handed over to the "little miners" under his command. The current Kravassen really can't go to the mountains to mine by himself. Thanks to those children, the iron production of the Kravassen family can crush his colleagues in the tribe.

Ever since, a large amount of ferrochrome in the state of sponge iron was collected and piled up in the ore warehouse of Cravason's house. After all, all of our furnaces have been divided into processes. For example, one furnace is dedicated to smelting sponge iron and also serves as the second-degree heating of semi-finished billets, and the other is responsible for carburizing and smoldering the sword and axe. Now, because of the emergence of huge stoves, Kravasson quickly re-planned the use of each stove.

What happened to the huge smelting furnace has naturally become an important source of conversation for the people of the tribe.

Ordinary people treated this as an anecdote, and were impressed by the ability of a Ross blacksmith.

But when the ten Narvik visitors arrived, the matter changed.

The sound of Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding sound continued, even in the night, should have only heard the night of Haibo, there is the blacksmith's beating sound aggravated the tranquility of the night.

Ten travelers from the Balmerk tribe were treated as guests living in comfortable wooden houses, and Rurik asked them to stay for a long time until the chieftain returned. As for the return date, I am afraid it will be early October. Even so, in order to meet the leader of Rose, the travelers would rather walk a long way in the ice and snow, and continue to wait.

Two days have passed since the huge furnace was smelting iron, and Modgen, the leader of the travelers, this guy often tossed and turned. He even unconsciously ran to the vicinity of Cravason's house, looking at the hearth that started the second operation from a distance.

Thinking of a strong blacksmith taking out nearly thirty pieces of hot sponge iron from the stove at one time, Mordgen was frightened.

Of course Mudegan didn't notice that the Cravasons had been tossing about it for most of the day in order to keep the furnace running. The previous hardening of the furnace not only took time and effort, but also consumed a huge amount of charcoal to make this "giant pottery."

He didn't realize that behind the operation of this big furnace was the great efforts of the blacksmiths. He only saw the hard work and success of the blacksmiths, and ignored the efforts.

In fact, as early as in Elronburg, Mordgen was in awe of the iron smelting ability of the Ross people. He never thought that in Roseburg, he saw the highest smelting efficiency.

Mordgen had to think a little bit more, why did the boy Rurik deliberately invite his brothers to watch this good show?

The Ross people must be deliberately showing their muscles! They are swearing to the Balmerks that they are powerful!

Originally it was to visit the Kovins and do business there, but now I learned that the Kovins have become slaves to the Rus people Entering the legendary territory of the Russ, everyone continues to see the incredible things, how about Mordgen Don't think too much?

Modgen became an observer. He didn't ask himself to figure out how to smelt with a giant furnace, but only wanted to see some details and make an assessment of the smelting efficiency of the Russ, so that he could report to the leader when he returned to his hometown. He gave a rich and colorful explanation on "the Rus people have strange tricks for smelting iron". He prefers that his travel story can impress the leader of Balmerk and get a reward.

Modgen began to pay attention to the blacksmith's second smelting, and of course Rurik knew about it.

It took three days for the Cravasons to froze before they finally forged all the ferrochrome sponge iron into ferrochrome bars of basically the same size. These iron bars are only as big as a straight slap of a man, which is equivalent to only 20 cm. What are these short lengths, Clavasson and Kaway conspiring? In fact, the two only want to make some excellent meat-cutting knives. A hunter always needs a suitable knife. Chrome steel is jealous and lacks toughness. Forging a dagger might be bad. Then make small daggers and knives, and the two believe it can do the job.

There is still a part of the ferrochromium that has not been forged. The Cravassen family has made as many as fifty blanks. The long work on smoldering and carburizing is naturally handed over to apprentices such as Kamnier.