Wilderness Totem: from Exile to Lord of All Races

Chiya squatted on the ledge of the crater, rubbing the hot basalt with his fingertips. > "Sulfur, iron ore, obsidian... Enough to build three 'earth fire throwers'." He licked his chapped lips and looked at the Sky Wing patrol in the distance, "The bird people would never have imagined that I could use science to defeat magic." > The short and stocky craftsman of the Diyuan Tribe **Bronze Hammer** poked his head out of the magma pool and shook his sweat: "Chief, the rune steam engine is overheated!" > "Add ice crystals to cool down! By the way, pour the coral powder sent by the Sea Soul Clan into the fuel tank -" Chiya grinned, "Let them taste the fucking Italian cannon!"