Inside the thatched hut, Jiang Feng looked at the pile of divine iron ore beside him and felt considerable pressure.
The divine iron ore that tribes could gather did not contain much divine iron. A single chunk of ore could only yield a very small amount after refining.
Those divine iron ores truly rich in abundant, high-quality divine iron could only be gathered from mines controlled by clan armies.
Moreover, the gathering process was complicated and arduous, requiring high-strength tools.
Still, the Black Mountain Tribe was now taking this step.
Once the threat from the Diga Tribe had passed, the Black Mountain Tribe would be able to ride the current and embark upon the light vessel of civilization.
"Ah Feng, here are the molds you wanted." Elder Hou took out molds he had treasured for a long time from his storage space.
Jiang Feng accepted the mold, gave it a look, and frowned slightly.
It was the standard divine iron spear mold used by clan armies. The shaft and spearhead were forged as one, both cast from divine iron, seamless and naturally formed, exceptionally sturdy and durable.
However, Jiang Feng did not believe this kind of divine iron spear suited the Black Stone Tribe as it was now.
Noticing Jiang Feng's expression, Elder Hou asked, "What is it? Is there something wrong with this mold?"
Jiang Feng shook his head. "Elder Hou, do you have a mold for spearheads alone?"
Elder Hou froze. "What do you need a separate spearhead mold for?"
"Isn't this kind of one-piece divine iron spear better?"
"The clan armies use this kind of divine iron spear."
Jiang Feng rose to his feet. "Of course I know this kind of divine iron spear is more powerful."
"But this kind of divine iron spear has one greatest