I am God Chapter 19: ：Black Iron

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Outside the canyon.

Everyone gathered together and dug a pond not far from the farmland. They also dug ditches to guide the water into the breadfruit farmland.

Recently, the water shortage situation of the entire tribe has become increasingly serious.

Everyone goes out in small groups to collect water, and often faces various dangers, and casualties occasionally occur.

The most distressing thing for agricultural officials every day is not the growth of the bread tree, but the need to collect water for irrigation day after day.

Life is inseparable from water, whether it is people, livestock or plants, so having a stable and safe water source has become the expectation of everyone in the entire tribe.

"Have you finished digging?" the farmer asked loudly. He was responsible for digging the pond, and he and his fellow farmers were the most active.

"Okay." The shouts kept coming and going.

"I'll be here for a while." Someone was slow, and the farm officer immediately went over to urge him unhappily.

"It's finished here." The pool was finally dug.

"The ditch has also been dug." The ditch leading to the farmland has also been completed.

Everyone stopped, picked up their tools and exited.

A crowd of people stood by the dug pool. Everyone looked dirty, but there was hope on their faces.

Helfas took off his shoes and walked barefoot, gradually arriving at the center of the pool and standing in front of a stone base.

A pit was dug on the base. He took out the Pot of Black Swamp and put it on it, and it happened to get stuck in the pit.

He squatted down.

Opening his mouth seemed to say something to the Black Marsh Pot, or it could be said that he recited a spell.

Then I saw the black and gray ceramic kettle shaking violently, and a very loud sound came from the small kettle, as if there was a lot of water surging inside.

Immediately afterwards, water continued to gush out.

The water flowed down the stone base, wet Helfas's feet, and flowed around.

More and more, constantly.

"Oh oh oh!" Someone ran down and cheered, holding up the utensils in their hands.

"There is water. There will be no shortage of water in the future." Some people even tasted it.

"It's really water. It will be more convenient to irrigate farmland in the future." The agricultural officer stood beside Helfas, and he was also very happy. His most distressing and worrying thing every day was finally solved.

In this way, the Sealed Artifact Black Swamp Pot was left here, becoming a source of water for everyone and livestock to drink and to irrigate farmland.

Everyone was so happy, especially watching the pool continue to expand and the cool water filling it up little by little.

Everyone seemed to be going crazy, rushing to fill the water, or drinking it on the spot.

There were also people dancing and dancing by the pool.

At this time, another team migrating from afar arrived here, and happened to see this scene.

More than a dozen people, including men, women, and children.

They were exhausted. Although they had traveled thousands of miles to reach this legendary place of refuge, they also had doubts along the way about whether it was the same as in the legend.

They clustered together and looked into the distance.

What comes into view is a pond and farmland.

Everything is full of hope.

Helfas walked out of the crowd, and with salutes and shouts one after another, he led the bread farmer, carpenter, and cloth maker to the new arrivals.

The members of the Demon Hunter team stepped aside with the Coward's Lamp and stood behind Helfas.

This also lets newcomers understand that the person in front of them is the one in control here.

"What are you good at?"

"Pottery making?"

"This is great, we will need it soon."

"You guys can stay here first and come see me again in two days. I want to talk to you about pottery making again."

Herfas asked people to take these new arrivals down and said very happily.

"Every group of people who come here are treasures, and there are people we want."

The cloth maker behind him said: "These people who cannot survive elsewhere only become treasures when they come to you."

Herfas shook his head: "People themselves are treasures."

He looked at the carpenter again: "The pond has been dug, and you will be here next..."

He stood by the pool and pointed in the other direction, closer to the entrance and road.

"Build a house here, a barracks there, and a sentry tower there."

"By the way, build a level at the entrance."

The carpenter's officer nodded: "One barracks, one sentry tower, one checkpoint, and one house."

After the carpenter wrote it down, he asked: "Who lives here?"

Helfas told the carpenter: "I live here, guarding the gate of the tribe with the demon hunters and guards."

Carpenter: "Do you live outside?"

Helfas looked at the pool: "These sealed objects and weird things need people to guard them. Human will is like a pillar, and they must suppress their restlessness at all times."

"If I don't guard it, it will be resurrected after a while."

The controller of each sealed object uses his true name to control the sealed object, but the controller cannot be too far away from it, otherwise it will be fine for a short time, but over time these weird things will also break away from the seal.

The carpenter nodded and became more awe-struck by Helfas' presence and awe.

He asked about the conditions of the barracks, the standard of the guard tower, and Helfas's requirements for houses.

"What about where you used to live?"

The two-story cabin was built bit by bit by Herfas himself. He also greeted everyone who came there bit by bit, and established the tribe bit by bit.

He said: "After I move out, let's turn it into a meeting hall!"

Carpenter: "Okay."

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A house was built next to the pool, and a sentry tower was built at the entrance of the forest. You can see people standing on it all the time and looking into the distance.

There is also a barracks at the entrance and exit, which is also surrounded by fences.

People who come in and out will be recorded, and as the population gradually increases, these become particularly important.

In addition, you can also see a fire kiln built outside the canyon, and there are several workshops surrounding the fire kiln.

In one of the workshops near Helfas's new residence, there is a tall fire tree standing, which looks particularly eye-catching.

Helfas stood at the door of his new house.

He looked to the left and could sense the black-gray kettle deep in the pool. Looking to the right, he could also clearly gaze at the fire tree.

Here, he can use the power of the Biphasic Demonic Insect with a single thought, or the power of the Black Marsh Pot in the pool.

He stepped towards one of the fire furnaces, where a group of people had already gathered.

They rubbed the mud with their hands and turned the turntable to create various utensils.

A fire was burning in the kiln nearby, and people were surrounding it with sweating profusely.

Herfas came over and asked the other party.

"How was it?"

The man immediately ran over from the side of the furnace and waved for someone to bring something over.

It was a piece of black and gray pottery.

"Look."

Herfas took it and played with it in his hand.

My fingers felt the warmth of the pottery. Its texture was not as rough as the other pottery Helfas had seen before, and it felt very delicate.

"Very good, seems to be much better than ordinary pottery."

He raised his head and looked at the man.

"I heard that you are from the pottery tribe. It seems that your pottery making skills are really superb."

The other party shook his head and quickly denied it.

“It’s not that our skills are superb, it’s because we mixed some mud from the bottom of the pond, which is very suitable for making pottery. I discovered it by accident.”

Herfas: "No matter what, you made this."

"From now on, you are our potter."

Helfas formally appointed the other party's new responsibility, and the man immediately saluted excitedly. It was for this position that he had worked so hard recently.

"Lord Helfas, I will do my best to fulfill this responsibility."

Helfas held the pottery and still couldn't put it down.

He went outside and looked at it in the sunlight.

"Our own pottery."

Helfas finished looking at the fire kiln and pottery workshop, and then came to the workshop on the other side, where there was also a group of people busy.

Most of these people are doing other things in the tribe. They were summoned here because of Helfas's order. Only the leader was invited by Helfas from the gold tribe.

When Helfas arrived at the workshop, the other party had just returned.

Before Helfas asked, the man with muscular arms said in a rough voice.

"Lord Helfas, I just followed the Demon Hunter team to visit the target location."

"There is indeed a small open-pit mine nearby, and we have arranged for people to mine it."

Herfas quickly asked: "Can it be used?"

The other party nodded: "It should be okay."

The muscular man looked at the fire tree behind the workshop and said with confidence.

"As long as there is magic fire, it will definitely not be a problem."

Herfas was looking forward to it.

As they expected, iron ore can be melted and refined with the help of the power of the "Fire Tree", but what comes out in the end is a kind of black iron.

Watch the molten iron flow out of the furnace burning with magic fire, flow into the mold, and watch the strong men in the workshop beat and quench it.

The last heavy and long black spear tip appeared, and the other party connected it to a hardwood.

The dragon man is very powerful, so he grabbed the spear and started swinging it.

The heavy black iron gun was very flexible in his hand, and with the cold light emitting from the gun head, Helfas felt that it could easily penetrate the dragon beast's body or even its solid head.

The muscular man who forged the iron was very satisfied with his masterpiece.

"With this, even if I encounter a medium-sized dragon beast, I can defeat it head-on by myself."

I don’t know if it was due to preconceptions, but Helfas always felt that the texture of the mask was somewhat similar to his own.

Finally, Herfas called this metal black iron.

He asked the strong man: "How is it, are you willing to stay now?"

The muscular man from the Jin tribe completely calmed down: "When I came here, I was fully prepared to stay."

There is a difference between being willing to stay and truly wanting to stay.

From this moment on, the tribe had a blacksmith.

Herfas laughed loudly: "Stay, you will definitely see some pictures that are completely different from before, and you will definitely not be disappointed."

The other party said: "I know."

I know, not I believe.

It seems that this thing no longer needs to be believed, but is destined to happen.

Helfas first replaced the witcher team with brand new weapons. These people are the guarantee of the tribe's safety and are also the right assistants Helfas expected in the future.

The weapons that witchers like to use are very complex.

Some like to use guns, some like to throw spears, some like to use axes, and some use blunt instruments.

"This is a bit heavy!"

"Can't pick it up?"

"Just right, the previous one was too light."

"With this, I can smash the head of the Crazy Dragon Beast in one go."

"Fuck you, the Crazy Dragon Beast is as tall as a house when it's grown, you can't reach its head even if you jump up."

"Can't I just stand a little taller?"

"Stand taller? Feed yourself as food to it?"

The witchers were all holding their new weapons, and they were so happy and excited that they all shouted that they would go out hunting weird things with Helfas again.

After changing clothes, it can be said that it has completely changed its appearance.

Although these weapons are basically useless against weirdos, they don't just encounter weirdos on daily basis, there are also various dragon beasts on the road.

Herfas patted their shoulders one by one, or looked at their weapons, while speaking to these people.

"Don't worry, do your training and do the things at hand, and I will call you back soon to set off again."

After distributing the weapons of the witcher team, Helfas looked at the blacksmith again and asked him.

"That's right."

"Where's that thing I asked you to hit?"

The other party took out a short sword about half a meter long from under the table, put it in a leather scabbard, and handed it to Helfas.

"Here, as you said, there is no edge."

After Helfas looked at it, he weighed it with his hands, then turned his head and looked back, and found that the members of the Demon Hunter team were still looking at him.

"Look at what I am doing, are there no training tasks today?"

"Everyone has nothing to do?"

In an instant, everyone dispersed.

Those who need to be trained go to train, and those who have missions to go out immediately go to carry them out.

Helfas held the dagger and walked towards the canyon.

There were more houses in the canyon, and there were more people coming and going. Helfas saw people wearing special clothes patrolling.

The main members of the original hunter team became the current witcher team.

The newly trained members who were originally training became guards and substitutes for the demon hunters. They were mainly responsible for patrolling and guarding on weekdays, and also dealt with some disputes that occurred in the tribe.

With more people, various problems will naturally arise.

The entire tribe is developing rapidly and undergoing various changes rapidly.

Helfas may be a little uncomfortable with it, and he doesn't know if what he is doing is completely right, but he is indeed trying hard to do it.

Next to the granary, a group of children are helping to work.

"Did Lord Helfas really agree to let you join the hunter team?"

"It's no longer a hunter team, it's a witcher team."

"They are so arrogant, they say they want to hunt weirdos."

"Yes, hunting dragon beasts is nothing, hunting weird people is the truly powerful existence."

One of the children smiled silly and a little happily.

"I will definitely become a witcher in the future."

The other kids are a little jealous.

I am both envious of his luck and a little skeptical.

"By the way, is what you said true? Will Lord Helfas agree to such a thing?"

"It's just that you've obviously done something wrong and haven't been punished yet, so it's so strange that you can be allowed to become a hunter?"

"A hunter is a hunter, and a witcher is a witcher. They are different."

"One is for catching wild beasts, and the other is for catching weird ones."

He stopped talking again, just lowered his head.

"It's true, Lord Helfas told me personally."

As the voice of suspicion grew louder, he suddenly shouted loudly, and then knocked the other child in the lead to the ground.

"Ouch!"

"What are you doing?"

"I just doubt it. If you have the ability, just prove it!"

An adult noticed the situation and looked over, and he ran away immediately.

"Hey!"

"Where are you going?"

He passed through the crowd and ran from house to house.

He was also wondering whether Lord Helfas was telling the truth or if he was just joking with him.

Will it?

Have you forgotten that this happened?

He even doubted why he could become a demon hunter.

Suddenly, someone called him.

The voice was somewhat familiar.

He looked towards the other party and saw a black-haired man standing in the middle of the road, waving to him.

The child spread his legs and showed a running posture, turned his head and looked at each other, and said in disbelief.

"Lord Helfas."

The two sat together on the roadside, one tall and one short, sitting on two wooden barrels next to a house.

The man handed him a dagger wrapped in a leather sheath: "Here you go, remember never to use it on people, this is for dealing with weirdos."

He said: "If you still want to be a witcher when you grow up, just come here with this!"

The child asked: "Can I really become a witcher?"

The man said: "As long as you think hard enough, everyone can become a witcher."

The child was holding a dagger, which was a bit heavy for him, and something could be seen carved on the hilt.

He asked curiously: "What is this?"

Herfas: "Just think of it as a word!"

In fact, deep down in his heart, he didn't think it was a word, but he had forgotten how to write real words, so he could only use this kind of abstract strokes instead.

The child opened his mouth wide: "Word?"

Children have heard that Helfas can write a strange thing, which is called a word and has very magical power.

Looking at the symbol, he seemed to feel that this dagger contained mysterious power.

The meaning of that symbol is probably, remember the agreement.

Herfas said: "I usually never forget what I promised others."

Herfas left.

The child was walking back with his dagger in his arms, walking across the street with a silly smile.

Suddenly, someone shouted from the front.

"Here, found him."

You can see a group of children looking for him everywhere, and the child who was arguing with him just now is also there, sweating profusely as he runs.

He hugged the dagger tightly: "Are you looking for me?"

The other party said: "I'm afraid you ran out and disappeared like those who went out."

"And there are always people outside who bully us here. We can fight among ourselves, but others are not allowed to hit you."

These children without family members are always fragile, sensitive and radical. They fight with each other and are extremely united externally.

After hearing this, the child was a little moved.

He let go of his hand and held up the dagger with some pride: "I will not disappear. I have the sword given to me by Lord Helfas. I am afraid of Lord Helfas."

A child next to me immediately came over and said, "Wow, it's true."

They looked at it carefully and kept nodding: "I have heard that this is a weapon made in a workshop outside. It is black."

A group of children who had been noisy just now were surrounding a dagger and marveling.

"You didn't lie."

"Will we really have a witcher here?"

"It's so awesome to be the one who hunts weirdos."

"Did Lord Helfas say that I can also be a witcher?"

"Me, me, I want it too."

A group of people crowded together and walked back.

The child walking in the middle said loudly: "Master Helfas said that as long as you want it enough, you can become a witcher."