Perhaps normally, the mountain dwarf Sorak would have regarded it as a joke when he said that the ancient dragon king was his master Dink Tier. You must know that the reports and news about the existence of dragons in the mainland can be traced back to at least hundreds of years ago. The dragon clan is indeed There are powerful creatures that exist in this world, but now the people who have witnessed the existence of giant dragons are probably even rarer than the dragon-slaying warriors. In many cases, giant dragons are existences that only appear in mythological stories and bard poems.
But at this moment, Dinktier did not dare to question Sorak's words, because not long ago, he witnessed a living giant dragon descending in front of him. It must be said that this was the first time in his life that Dinktier had seen a real dragon. The majestic and overwhelming power of the huge dragon makes people feel completely desperate in an instant, and cannot breed any resistance. The dragon-slaying warriors in those bullshit adventure novels are simply bragging. Dragons are simply not something that mortals can deal with with swords. In Dinktier’s view, the majestic dragon made of white jade only needs to lie down and fight. A single roll can crush an entire infantry formation!
alright! So far, Dinktier has roughly sorted out some information. To put it simply, his group was kidnapped to its territory by an ancient dragon king on the way to escape, and now the dragon king intends to keep all his group behind. Come down to work for him. As for why he chose his group, it involves some issues about grievances between gods. Of course, these 'gratitude' issues are not something that Dinktier is qualified to understand. In return for his service, the Dragon King gave himself and his tribe a stable and free living environment and generous rewards!
The original final destination of Dink Tier and his party was also the Western Holy City. It is said that there are many races that escaped persecution from the Holy See, including elves, orcs, and dwarves. Anyway, after going to the Holy Capital, Dinktil was just looking for a stable life without slavery, and now the request made by the ancient Dragon King seems to be no different. Besides, Dinktil is not stupid. Since the Dragon King can let His servants kidnapped him and his group to the Yanold Mountains, so he probably had no intention of letting him go.
The consequence of refusal is probably death!
Regarding the Dragon King's proposal, Dinktil did not immediately reply to Sorak. After all, he was only a temporarily recommended leader on the way to escape. He had to wait until the other dwarf companions woke up to make a decision. As for Solak, he was not dissatisfied with Dinktir's answer and expressed his willingness to wait until all the dwarves woke up before discussing.
After eating a lot, Dink Tier, accompanied by Sorak, prepared to visit the place where he was now. After walking out of the room and passing through a long and narrow passage, the heat that hit his face immediately made Dink Tier feel like he was in a steamer. . It seems so hot, but it doesn’t look like we’re in a snowy mountain? To a place that looks a bit like the blazing desert where Philiptock lives. Wait┉┉Why was it so cool in that house just now
Sorak handed Dink Tier a white emblem. The original feeling of warmth after wearing the emblem disappeared instantly, and the surrounding temperature also dropped to an extremely comfortable level. This emblem is uniformly worn by all craftsmen in the Forger Hall. It is mainly to avoid heat stroke caused by continuous work in a high temperature environment and reduce the efficiency of the craftsmen.
Before he could take a few more steps, the huge main hall was already in front of Dinktier's eyes. The dwarf was almost instantly shocked by the huge building complex in front of him.
The large pool in the center is boiling with hot lava, and machines shining with magical luster are continuously pumping the magma up from the ground. Hundreds of tall tauren are busy among them, and from time to time there are several dwarves who shuttle between them to direct. While working, the pieces of armor and weapons that were made were being neatly placed on the shelves. The sound of hammers hitting metal and the sound of grinding could be heard endlessly. Dink Tier felt that his memory seemed to have returned to the Thunderstone tribe. In the days of forging weapons.
It's just that there is no such a majestic forging hall in the Thunder Stone tribe. In comparison, the tribal forging hall that Dinktier was once proud of is just like a simple small workshop.
In fact, what Dink Tier sees now is just the tip of the iceberg of the entire forging hall. As a weapons factory that once supplied the entire white dragon clan and friendly forces in the Dragon War, the conventional weapons workshop in the Forger's Hall alone can It can accommodate tens of thousands of people working at the same time. In addition to the new workshops that were opened later to make golems and various large-scale military equipment, the maximum capacity can accommodate more than 50,000 people for production. So far, the Forger's Hall has only been cleared. Only a small part came out.
Seeing the hot molten iron flowing into the mold and the sparks generated when the hammer struck, Dink Tier felt that the desire for forging in his heart became difficult to suppress.
Although they were captured by humans and sent to work in the mines, the dwarves were naturally proficient in forging, so Dinktir and many of his kind were escorted to workshops to forge weapons instead of digging stones in the mines. It's just that when you were enslaved, the forging had to be done according to human requirements. Every day, you had to repeatedly hammer and make ordinary weapons. You couldn't forge according to your own preferences and inspiration. This was like using a blunt stone to grind a weapon. Like a sharp sword.
"This is Mithril┉┉Oh my God! There are so many." Dinktil picked up two fist-sized translucent silver ores from the mine car with rough fingers, as if looking at the beloved woman with tenderness. Caressing the pulse.
From Sorak's mouth, Dinktil learned that every once in a while, the Forge Hall will receive tasks. As long as you complete the daily work, you can do your own thing in the remaining time. And after completing the work, you can get points and ores. If so, you only need to exchange points for it. And if you are lucky, the Dragon King will directly give you various rare materials, such as the dragon scales when you made a spear for Princess Luo Jie'an.
Dragon scales! What is this concept? After there have been no reports of dragon sightings in the entire continent for hundreds of years, the dragon scales have become a rare thing in the world together with the dragon itself, even vaguely surpassing the Orihakon magic metal. After learning that Sorak once forged an epic weapon with another tauren blacksmith, Dinktir's eyes became respectful. For dwarves, a blacksmith who can forge an epic weapon, even if it is He can only do this one thing in his life, so he is a worthy person.
While Dinktir and Sorak were still chatting, a small black man suddenly appeared in Dinktir's eyes.
"Humanity!?"
Dink Tier stared at the young man not far away with curious eyes. So far, Dink Tier has not seen any human figure in the hall, and he does not know where the humans who fled with him have been. Obviously this is a gathering place for non-humans such as elves, dwarves, and tauren, and even Dink Tier even speculated that the status of humans may not be high here.
The little black boy was Feiying. He walked up to a tauren craftsman and Feiying simply said one word: "Sword?"
"It's been repaired. Let's see how it goes." The tauren blacksmith stopped what he was doing and took out the tachi that Hiei carried with him from the weapon rack on the side.
Fei Ying took the sword that he gave him the name of a sword. He pulled out the blade and took a closer look at the blade that shone with a cold light. The exquisite forging lines were obviously made after thousands of times of hard work.
"How is it?" The tauren blacksmith was very confident in his craftsmanship.
"It's better than expected┉┉Thank you." Feiying gently stroked the blade with his fingers. Although his tone was plain, he still showed his praise for the minotaur's forging skills. Hiei's sword was broken once while fighting against the violent beasts. When he was training against the Norse god warrior Hagen in a simulated environment some time ago, his sword was broken again by Hagen, so he had to send the broken sword here again. to repair.
Holding the newly repaired beloved sword, Feiying was about to leave when a loud voice exploded directly in Feiying's ears.
"Little man over there, show me the weapon in your hand┉┉Hmm!"
Little man! Feiying heard these three words clearly in an instant, and without thinking, he punched the person who dared to say these three words in the face. With the power of monsters, Dink, who was originally attracted by the novel shape of the sword, Tier snorted and fell to the ground.
Looking at the fallen dwarf Feiying turned around with a dark face and prepared to leave: "Are you qualified to call me a 'little man'?"
"Wait a minute! Let me see that weapon┉┉"
"Let go!"
"Hold on! Let me take a look."
"I told you to let go┉┉"
"Please, just take a look."
Dinktil dragged Fei Ying back as if he was a pig that was not afraid of boiling water. He ignored his bleeding nose and stared at the tachi in Fei Ying's hand. His eyes were like his own daughter's. Feeling reluctant to be taken away.
When Feiying completely lost his patience and was about to get angry and beat someone up, Sorak hurriedly came to explain the misunderstanding. With Solak's mediation as peacemaker, Feiying still looked at the face of the "supervisor" of the Forger Hall and decided to kill him. The sword in his hand was handed to Dinktier. Holding the sword, Dinktil wiped the nosebleed, stroked the thin blade, looked at the forging process, and began to comment with Solak.
Hiei, who was bored, walked aside, pulled up the weapons on the shelf and played with them to pass the time.
Time passes like this little by little┉┉
A sweet voice was broadcast in the Forger's Hall along with the clear music. If a time traveler appeared, he would burst into tears at this familiar broadcast content, while the thunderstone dwarf Dink Tier ignored it. He curled his lips, looking very curious about this kind of broadcast.