: The Character Pickaxe? The Character Halberd!

As soon as Harren returned to the furnace, he began to forge weapons.

Since he was going to mass-produce it, he naturally couldn't bear to use the best materials. Using the most abundant cold iron available at the moment was the best option.

Heron specifically sought out old Ian and his apprentices for help. Although forging weapons was not difficult for Heron, he needed more experienced people to assist him in quickly forging armor.

Considering the Noxian fighting style, Heron intended to forge a weapon that looked like a standard weapon and had a rugged design.

Initially, he wanted to forge a storm greatsword.

However, he didn't have any ready-made molds, so making them on the spot would be difficult and there wasn't enough time.

And coincidentally, because of Herren's request, old Ian and the others had already prepared the molds for making farm tools...

"Master, weren't you making weapons?"

Old Ian looked at Herren fiddling with a pickaxe mold, completely bewildered.

"Don't call me 'Master,' it sounds weird..."

"But you are indeed a master...you should be proud of that."

"Hmm...you have a point. A prestigious title certainly makes one more convincing."

A master, huh... Heron thought the Noxians might fall for it.

"So, for a master craftsman, turning a farm tool into a perfect weapon must be quite easy, right?"

Herren was full of confidence. He continued to build the new weapon based on the shape of the pickaxe, but with slight modifications.

A spearhead-like point was added to the pickaxe tip, making the two blades even sharper, resembling a long halberd.

During the forging process, Heron also specially crafted a longer handle, making it a polearm.

The final product only resembles a pickaxe in appearance, making it hard to believe it is a farm tool. Instead, it looks more like a sharp halberd.

Because it was made using a pickaxe mold, the counterweight is relatively heavier, but Herren believes that this is not a difficult task for the Noxians, and will instead increase the weapon's power.

[Forged: Cross-shaped Halberd]

[A long-handled weapon modified from a pickaxe; now, no one should mistake it for a farming tool... Simple to manufacture and using basic materials, yet its power is extraordinary; a classic product of the 'Herren-made'.]

[Obtain Gold Attack Power Fragment]

[Master Forging: Forging Ten Different Pieces of Equipment 9/10]

Herren lifted the seemingly heavy halberd with ease, and a blueprint silently appeared on the table.

"good……"

While it cannot compare to other weapons created by Harren, it clearly meets Harren's needs quite well.

He forged this weapon using only a small amount of materials and a little time.

"Ian, here are the blueprints. Now, try to forge them and make as many as possible before the banquet."

"Huh? Me?"

Old Ian was taken aback when he heard this, then shook his head like a rattle-drum.

"Master, I can't do it..."

"I have the blueprints..."

"Yes, but... how could I possibly create it as quickly as you?"

Now, Herren had fallen into his own trap. He possessed the Primordial Flame that could refine anything, forging skills so precise that there was not a single deviation, and a cheat code that helped him handle errors. He could quickly forge a complete weapon.

He didn't even need the most laborious polishing process; the blade was basically formed during the smelting process and only needed a little polishing before it was ready to use.

Even the most inept blacksmith can forge a weapon in half a day.

But for old Ian, even if he handed over the preparation of materials to his apprentice, it would still take him a day or two to forge it, and the polishing would take the same amount of time.

"this……"

Herren blinked, slightly bewildered by the world of mortals.

His speed is far inferior to Ornn's ability to strike twice and unleash a powerful artifact...

However, he understood and simply told them to do their best before preparing to manufacture the armor.

Old Ian has prepared the materials and we can begin immediately, but the armor is far more difficult to manufacture than the weapons.

Moreover, it's much taller. Sejuani's Winter's Arrival is mainly made of fur, with True Ice as a secondary element, and it took several days to complete.

To forge a decent suit of armor, like chainmail, in such a short time is truly meticulous work. Even if Herren is highly skilled, he still has to calm down and carefully bend the iron wire bit by bit.

Not to mention the entire breastplate armor, which not only requires special skills but also a thorough understanding of the curves and contours of the human body. Since Heron lacked experience in armor forging, it would also require a lot of effort.

After a brief attempt, seeing the sky growing increasingly dark, Herren had no choice but to give up and instead forge one or two more cross halberds.

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Feasts are the most joyous time for the Claws of Winter. During the reign of the Gogia, it was a rare indulgence amidst hunger, with mead being plentiful.

But Sejuani was clearly more generous; she not only allowed the tribe to cover all food expenses without waste, but also allowed everyone to participate, instead of the elderly and weak only being allowed to drink broth.

Many people have also heard that at this banquet, the legendary Olaf will join the tribe and even have a contest with the War Mother.

After a hearty meal and drinks, with renowned warriors and the great War Mother adding to the festivities, they were naturally full of energy and had made preparations for the banquet well in advance.

The Noxians, led by Udyr, had also arrived early at the open space in front of the Mother of the Nether's tent and taken their seats.

While waiting, Jessica also paid more attention to the tribe.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized that Winter's Claw was different. The people there were not lazy at all; in fact, they were excessively diligent, as if something was chasing them from behind.

This quality was actually fostered by the harsh living environment of the North. Jessica didn't know, but she could sense that these people were very different from the local Freljord people, who were like hibernating bears.

Udyr, prompted by Herren, also brought up certain topics, intentionally or unintentionally.

"I've heard that Noxians are fierce and warlike, is that true? The Winter's Claws are the same. Perhaps we can become good friends... You look very imposing, would you like to have a match?"

"Mr. Udyr, I am just a businessman."

"Ha, come on, even a hearthman here knows how to fight. You, as a merchant, don't? Remember that young man I was talking to today? He's a hearthman in our tribe, and one of the strongest warriors."

"warrior?"

Jessica narrowed her eyes. She really hadn't noticed that, since Herren wasn't as excessively muscular as the others.

"Not only that, he is also the best blacksmith in Freljord. I dare say that even the best craftsmen in your country cannot match him."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Jessica smiled without saying a word. He didn't believe such words, but he also had no interest in arguing with Udyr.

"Don't believe me? Ha, the War Mother's flail was forged by his own hands, taking only one day... He can forge it at the fastest speed. I dare say, if he wanted to, he could arm an entire tribe in just a few days."

"Oh! Really! That's amazing!"

Jessica listened with a smile as Udyr boasted.

Udyr was indeed exaggerating, while Harren wasn't quite that quick... but he was just trying to leave these shrewd Noxians with the impression of a master blacksmith, and that was enough.