1379 was a destitute race

The entire weapon region was filled with a sharp aura.

Duan Jinming brought Wang Xian along as they continued to walk inside. They took a carriage in the middle and arrived at the last position.

It was the place where the 10,000-meter-tall mountain peak was located.

Beside it was the gigantic waterfall. The water from the waterfall was flowing downwards.

“Clang, Clang, Clang!”

After passing through a man-made corridor, Duan Jinming brought him to the side of the waterfall.

The continuous sounds of forging could be heard.

Wang Xian looked inside and realized that it was actually a weapons forging factory.

Burly young men, middle-aged men, and even old men who were emitting flames were forging weapons on the weapon forging platforms.

Beside them, there were also some women who were handling the weapons one by one.

There were more than two thousand people in the entire site.

Behind their forging site, there were houses. The houses looked a little simple and crude!

“This...”