[Underground Furnace Bastion]
Descending down the metallic stairs.
In an instance, the heat from the air, over 50℃, hits you in the face.
Lava flows in large amounts in the furnace area, a scale that couldn't be matched by the smithing district of a grand manor. It was beyond comparison.
The amount of lava flowing here could be categorized as a river.
About a hundred black iron pillars sprouted from the base of the lava pool, connecting to the top of the furnace, supporting the underground area.
Ping ping ping....
The sound of hammering metal echoed through the air.
There were roughly ten thousand muscular blacksmiths, outlined sharply against their leather aprons, forging metal on their anvils.
From the moment Han Dong stepped in, he was taken aback by the scale of the [Underground Furnace Bastion].
He couldn't see where the flow of lava ended, and the black iron pillars extended endlessly into the distance.
