Two people carried the Iron Wolf Rake over.
With a clang, it stood upright on the ground.
"Your Majesty!" The two greeted before handing the Iron Wolf Rake to Qiangzi and then departed.
Qiangzi held the Iron Wolf Rake with one hand and scratched his head with the other, saying, "It's a bit different from the original sketch. The previous one was too heavy, so we reduced the number and length of the branches, and this is the final result."
Wu Heng carefully examined it.
On the main spear shaft, nine iron branches branched off.
Though it was called the Iron Wolf Rake, it now looked more like a mace with long spikes.
It was completely different from the original draft.
"Let me try its weight."
"It's quite heavy," Qiangzi remarked as he passed it over.
Wu Heng picked it up and swung it through the air with whooshes on the open ground in front of him.
Qiangzi, standing by his side, had his eyes wide open, almost in disbelief, watching Wu Heng handle the Iron Wolf Rake.
