Rise of Rurik

The slag that is completely magma poured out from the slag outlet unscrupulously. They are actually a kind of molten volcanic glass, which quickly began to condense when it came into contact with the cold ground.

Subsequent slag continued to pour out, stacking on top of the slag that started to solidify ahead, so as to form a layered wave-like shape.

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

Their limited cognition simply cannot comprehend what is happening in front of them. How to explain it? Perhaps the blacksmith learned some Asgardian technology through Rurik?

In people's hearts, Asgard is regarded as a holy place in the sky, which is the home of the gods and controls unparalleled technology.

It's a bit strange to say, entirely because Rurik promotes a concept, the so-called "technology that can replicate Asgard in the world". From the very beginning, he was explaining that the unprecedented things he made were not divine power, but knowledge and technology behind it. As long as they obtained them, mortals could become great.

The onlookers marveled at the knowledge that the Clavasson family had obtained only from the gods.

Rurik folded his hands, and noted with interest Clavasson's clouded face.

He roared directly: "Klavathon, what are you afraid of?!"

"My lord!" Clavason 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've never seen such a gushing slag!"

"Oh, then you must have never seen volcanoes and lava. Kravasen, leave the slag alone, cool down with water, and shovel away the solidified slag," Rurik ordered.

Both Cravatson and Kawi, who was standing high, felt a little inappropriate. After all, as blacksmiths, they had never seen such a flowing area of ​​slag waste.

"Do as he says, Dad!" Kawhi yelled.

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

In just a moment, the water instantly turned into order, and violent white smoke rose up!

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

People started screaming spontaneously,

Even some people who climbed on the roof were so excited that they didn't do a good job and fell to the ground and screamed.

The water vapor actually formed a spectacular mushroom cloud, and its appearance was the third time that the clansmen who lacked knowledge were shocked.

When the water vapor dissipated, a large amount of slag had turned black, and the surface had also been severely cracked.

Kawei simply jumped off the steps. Together with his father, he picked up a long-handled shovel and cleaned up the mostly solid slag.

The slag was still sticky as a whole, it was actually a kind of glass, and Kawhi had known this for a while, so he had experience cleaning them and his father. But cleaning up so much slag can be a challenge.

The flame in the hearth was still burning, and the temperature inside it had dropped as there was no further blowing.

What blacksmiths need is sponge iron, and since the molten slag that has flooded them has almost overflowed, the remaining sponge iron is stacked on top of each other and piled at the bottom of the furnace.

When the blackened slag that was still smoking was piled up into a small hill, the onlookers realized that these strange things that cooled down looked like rocks. No, they are rocks!

What is the experience of watching iron smelting?

Kawei felt that standing on the high platform, he was a highly respected king.

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

The tall stove exudes a terrifyingly high temperature, especially the temperature at the mouth of the stove. Just standing on the steps, Kawei felt that he would put on an iron stick and put a skinned fat sheep on the mouth of the stove, and it would be cooked in a very short time. .

In order to prevent himself from becoming a roast sheep, Kawei had no choice. He poured water on his body desperately, and then stood on the high platform with a huge tongs, and bravely probed the tongs into the stove to probe the location of the sponge iron.

He found an obstacle, determined that it was the target, took it with the tongs, and pulled the tongs up.

"It's really stupid, you're going to pull the iron up like this? If you weren't wearing thick leather gloves, your arms would have been scorched." Rurik pouted, his expression full of helplessness and regret.

The other onlookers, with their mouths wide open and their eyes wide open, stared at the brave young blacksmith, stunned to pull out a lump of hot matter with yellow and white light from the furnace.

Rurik saw that the gloves were already smoking violently as Kawi needed to strike some very hot parts of the tongs.

"What a lunatic! When you're done with this, I'm going to help you remake this horrible stove and make it tame."

Kawhi was literally fighting in the flames, realizing that his decision was stupid, but he had no better way.

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

He can't do that.

If a lot of water is poured into the furnace, God knows what will happen with the huge amount of steam produced.

In fact, during the long-term smelting work, the young Clavathon tried to violently extinguish his former furnace. In the end, he built a fixed clay furnace, and the cracks were washed away by the steam, and it shattered directly in the next smelting. .

With his father's lessons, facing such a large furnace, Kawei was really worried that pouring water into it would cause the whole furnace to collapse and collapse, and it would be over.

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

The Kravason father and son are not so leisurely, and Kawei, who had no choice but to take the huge risk of being scalded in the shock, worry and even the hopeful eyes of the clan, pulled out the hot sponge iron piece by piece. Just release the tongs and let it fall to the ground at will.

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

The waiting Clavason deftly carried the tongs, and kept pulling the sponge iron thrown by his son away from the stove. The last bucket of water violently cooled it down.

In the past, Rurik thought that Kawhi was trying his best, but what Klaverson was doing now made him even a sensible person.

But Rurik quickly figured out why.

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

Although he was wearing a leather mask, he was also wearing thick leather clothes and even a wet turban that wet his head. These measures did not block the heat very well, and Kawhi climbed down the stairs exhausted. He removed all the leather jackets, and the thoroughly dried hood, revealing his hot flushed face. He threw away the lined linen clothes without hesitation, and saw that under his thick chest hair, he also had a skin like a boiled lobster.

Kawei had actually been scalded by the heat, but the burns were very minor.

When the work was over, Rurik hurried over. He stopped beside Clavathon and saw a large number of blackened ferrochrome alloys in the state of sponge iron with dense holes throughout the body.

"It's unbelievable that you finally succeeded."

"Yeah. I'm about to be burned! We don't have the danger of that big furnace in the north, Rurik, maybe it's not a good idea to make a bigger one." K is not angry at all.

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

"Forget iron? Forget it." Klaverson pointed to the sponge iron at his feet, and then pointed to the still hot stove: "Although it is a bit risky, this stove is the holy place for us to smelt sponge iron. As a blacksmith, Kawei Obliged to take risks. You know, smelting sponge iron is the beginning of all forging, and I need a large reserve of sponge iron so that I just need to reheat it in a small stove and be free to forge."

"That's true." Rurik nodded, he really knew the value of a primary smelting substance like sponge iron. He raised his little head and looked at Kawi, who was flushed: "You're trying your best! Oh, maybe you don't think so."

"I! I'm very proud." Kawi showed the big boy's sunny smile, which was slightly inconsistent with the color of his roasted lobster.

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

"That's the advantage of a huge stove!" Clavasson, sitting cross-legged casually, hugged a still-hot sponge iron with both hands, and used his low-carbon steel hammer to strike quickly and violently, and it was revealed on the striking surface. A lot of metal lines, and the hard texture really shocked Kravason. "Oh, just the sponge iron is so hard!"

"It's very hard!" Rurik proudly threatened, "No matter what kind of steel is smelted from our local ore, it can't compare with the ore produced by the northern settlements."

So far, Kravassen completely trusted Rurik's rhetoric, the so-called seeing is believing, he really saw the power of the so-called ferrochrome today.

Those Kewen people who were assigned to settle in Elrond Castle in the north had already produced a group of newly trained blacksmiths in two months. Although those guys were Rurik's servants, Rurik was actually using the labor of those servants to sell the Russ a powerful chrome axe, which made Kravasen jealous and dangerous.

After all, all the blacksmiths in his family and even the tribe are in a state of commercial alliance with Rurik. This is a contract signed by written documents and witnessed by priests in person.

But the contract never restricted Rurik's transfer of technology to his servants.

Clavason's head is not a lump of elm. Of course he knows how to extract slave labor to maximize his own interests. For example, he himself is using the labor of Kamne and ten other Kewen boys, so that he is in A mining point is delineated in the mountainous area, and the rest can be handed over to the "little miners" under his command. The current Kravason really doesn't have to go to the mountains to mine in person. Thanks to those children, the iron production of the Kravason family can crush the peers in the tribe.

As a result, a large amount of ferrochromium in the state of sponge iron was collected and piled into the ore warehouse of the Clavason family. After all, all the furnaces in the house have been divided into processes. For example, one furnace is dedicated to smelting sponge iron and is also responsible for the second-degree heating of semi-finished billets, and the other is responsible for carburizing and smoldering swords and axes. Now, with the advent of giant stoves, Kravassen quickly repurposed the stoves.

What happened to the huge smelting furnace naturally became an important topic for the clansmen to talk about.

Ordinary people regarded this as an anecdote, and sighed at the ability of a Ross blacksmith.

But when the ten Narvik port visitors arrived, things changed.

The sound of ding ding dong dong continued to come from the blacksmith shop. Even at night, when only Haibo was supposed to be heard, the sound of the blacksmith's beating added to the tranquility of the night.

Ten travelers from the Balmerc tribe were treated as guests in comfortable wooden huts, and Rurik asked them to stay long enough until the return of the chief. As for the day of return, I am afraid it will be the beginning of October. Even so, in order to meet the big leader of Ross, the travelers would rather walk the long and slow road in the ice and snow, and continue to wait.

Two days have passed since the huge furnace smelted iron, and the leader of the travelers, Mordgen, was tossing and turning from time to time. He even unconsciously ran to the vicinity of Klaverson's house and looked at the hearth that started its second operation from a distance.

Thinking of a strong blacksmith taking out nearly thirty pieces of hot sponge iron from the furnace at one time, Mordegen was terrified.

Mordgen certainly didn't notice that the Kravasson family had been tossing around for most of the day to get the furnace running. The previous hardening furnace operation not only was time-consuming and laborious, but also consumed a huge amount of charcoal to burn this "giant pottery".

He didn't realize that behind the operation of this big furnace was a lot of hard work by the blacksmith.

In fact, as early as in Elronborg, Mordegen was in awe of the iron smelting ability of the Rus people. He never thought that in Rosburg, he saw the peak smelting efficiency.

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

The Ross must be showing off his muscles on purpose! They are swearing to the Balmers that they are strong!

It was originally to visit the Kewen people and do business with them, but now I learned that all the Kewen people have become slaves of the Rus and entered the legendary Rus territory. Everyone keeps seeing incredible things. How can Mordegen not think about it?

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

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

It took the Kravassen family three days to finally forge all the ferrochromium sponge iron into ferrochromium alloy bars of basically the same size. These bars are only the size of a man's straight slap, which is equivalent to only 20cm. What are Kravason and Kawhi conspiring with such a short length? In fact, the two just want to make some excellent meat cleavers, and a hunter always needs a suitable knife. Chromium steel is jealous of its lack of toughness, and forging a short sword is probably bad, so make small daggers and knives, and the two believe it will do the job.

Part of the ferrochromium has not been forged yet. The Cravatsen family has already made as many as fifty billets. The lengthy work on smoldering and carburizing is naturally handed over to Kamne and other apprentices.