Chapter 861: Two Hundred Thousand Warhorses! (1/2)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
In the war of the southwest, almost all the soldiers of the Ngari Royal Lineage were lost, and at the triangular gap, the soldiers of the northern region suffered a similar fate. There were two Great Generals and one wise minister, but none of them had any soldiers to command, a truly difficult problem that needed to be resolved.
”You don't need to worry about that. I've already prepared everything,” Dalun Ruozan indifferently said, apparently having already predicted that Dusong Mangpoje would bring up this topic. As he spoke, he glanced at Huoshu Huicang.
Dusong Mangpoje suddenly turned in understanding to Huoshu Huicang. In this period of time, he had kept so close to Huoshu Huicang that he might as well have been his shadow. He knew everything about Huoshu Huicang's comings and goings, but he had never seen him meet anyone, much less borrow soldiers.
But Dusong Mangpoje knew that Dalun Ruozan would not lie.
”My deepest apologies. I did not tell you everything.”
Huoshu Huicang was quiet for a few moments, a hint of apology in his eyes.
”Before I went to the Great Snow Mountain Holy Temple to see you, I had already complied with the Great Minister's orders and gone to see many people to borrow soldiers. Our Ü-Tsang has already been defeated three times and lost many soldiers, but we've essentially not won once in our battles with the Great Tang, and even Zhangzhung Training Center was destroyed. Just like us, they also wanted an opportunity to alter our situation, seeking out a chance to topple the Great Tang and revitalize our Ü-Tsang.”
As Huoshu Huicang spoke, he turned to a gloomy corner of the prison.
”Come out!”
The prison was silent, and then after a few moments, a muscular figure with a saber slung across his waist, his body exuding a baleful and bloody aura, walked out from the shadows.
”Great General Dusong, long time no see!”
Upon seeing this figure, Dusong Mangpoje's body shuddered in understanding, and relief began to wash through his eyes.
……
Several days later, in the early morning, the smithy in the western part of the City of Steel was cleared of all craftsmen. All light sources were covered up, and Wang Chong was left alone in the smithy, unfinished Wootz Steel swords piled up around him in small mountains, on piles of burning pine branches.
These future alluring and precious swords were pitch-black and utterly unappealing. But Wang Chong was well aware that they would soon glimmer with cold light, their surfaces covered in enchanting whorls and lines.
”It's about ready!” Wang Chong said as he felt the surrounding temperature and humidity. The quenching of Wootz Steel swords had very strict requirements. It needed to be done in the early morning, before dawn's first light, a brief moment that Wang Chong needed to grasp. Moreover, the secret to forging Wootz Steel swords was one that Wang Chong had never spread to others, not only for his sake, but to prevent the secret from being leaked to the Arabs.
Thus, up until now, although Wang Chong had taught the first few steps for forging Wootz Steel to other craftsmen, he continued to personally carry out the last and most crucial steps.
Buzz!
With a thought from Wang Chong, a flood of majestic Stellar Energy burst out from his body to wrap around the unfinished swords. Splash! Water flew everywhere as the red-hot swords were thrown into the massive metal basin in the center of the smithy.
The basin contained the quenching fluid that only Wang Chong knew the mixture to. Hisss! As the swords were thrown in, the massive basin began to let off thick clouds of steam.
The steps to forging Wootz Steel were all extremely strict, and in normal circumstances, each Wootz Steel sword would have to have its own smith working on it. But Wang Chong was different. In both the west and the east, in all the history of smithing, rarely did Saint Martial experts participate in the actual work of forging swords.
That was simply an extravagant waste of resources!
With his powerful cultivation and his understanding of temperature, moisture, and the steps of the forging process, Wang Chong was the only person capable of forging several hundred Wootz Steel swords in one go.
Time slowly passed, and less and less steam began to rise from the surface of the metal basin. Finally…
Splash!
Waves of water surged as Wang Chong used his tremendous Stellar Energy to bring the swords out of the water. In the dim sunlight, the nearly five hundred swords gleamed like scales, a school of fish swimming and rolling through the air, shining with a silvery light.
Just glancing at this sharp light made one feel like their eyes were being cut, and even the sunlight seemed to be cut in two.
Anyone who saw this sight would be astounded by this beauty!
Wootz Steel swords!
Under Wang Chong's control, these nearly five hundred precious Wootz Steel swords were finally finished. He was the only person in the world capable of such a feat.
”Success!”