Inquiries on Volcanic Island

If the materials could be made into a complete set, that would be ideal. He had no idea how long it took to forge equipment in this era. In games, all it took was a click to see whether enhancement succeeded or failed; equipment was either bought with money or synthesized.

The problem was that he was already in a real world. If dwarven artisans were to turn the materials he provided into equipment, it should take time as well.

If it took them a hundred years, he definitely could not afford to wait.

As Mel traveled across Volcanic Island, he occasionally caught the scent of sulfur permeating the air.

It was called Volcanic Island because the island was home to countless volcanoes of varying sizes. In particular, a massive dormant volcano stood at the center of the entire nation.

Aside from merchants who came here regularly to trade, most people knew very little about this overseas nation.

Looking at the many rail tracks laid across the mountainside, Mel was momentarily at a loss. Had trains spread this quickly?

"No, they just seem to be ordinary tracks. People are still pushing the mine carts."

These mine carts were only used to transport ore from the mountains down below. When many ores were first excavated, they could not be used directly and still needed to be refined and sorted.

When first dug up, most ores were covered in dirt and other impurities.

The rumbling heavy hammers below seemed to be machines for crushing ore.

Mel did not linger in such a place. Instead, he quickly flew toward the City of Steel, the capital of the dwarven kingdom and a gathering place for powerful artisans.

The closer he got to the city before him, the more a rusty scent washed over him.