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"All right, I understand."

Zong Shen shrugged. He had no interest in appreciating the art of forging, either.

The specialized craftsmanship of blacksmiths could only captivate those who had mastered the relevant techniques.

Zong had always been a layman when it came to forging.

As the saying went, different trades were worlds apart. He did not want to keep disturbing Dwarf Uncle at work.

The [Blacksmith Shop], accompanied by scorching molten iron, was frighteningly hot.

After staying only a few minutes, he felt as though he had returned to the [Heatwave Challenge].

Zong Shen often saw the blacksmith apprentices with towels soaked in cold water wrapped around their necks.

After working for a while, they had to lift a bucket and take a huge gulp to replenish their fluids.

The high temperatures left them drenched in sweat, causing severe water loss.

Once the Free Citizen reforms were implemented, the workshops and blacksmith shops would have to be given better treatment.

That was Zong Shen's most genuine thought.

He directly used [Falling Walk] to leave the place, appearing at the northern frontline position.

The countdown in the sky above had changed to 21:19:37.

More than an hour had passed since the outpost army's battle ended.

Yet the Dark Orcs' anticipated second wave of attacks had still not begun.

Zong Shen found that suspicious, but delaying for time was a good thing nonetheless.

He was merely worried that these Dark Orcs had another scheme in mind.

The northern line of the territory directly faced Dark Orcs Attack Camp No. Ⅰ, the direction occupied by the Moblood Clan.

Zong Shen regarded the Moblood Clan, which had the greatest number of troops and the strongest commander, as a dire threat.

Next was the Blackwater Army at Dark Orcs Raid Camp No. Ⅳ to the