Mikhail was still immersed in the surprise and didn't react, so Ferguson opened his mouth and asked: "Ronin, do you really want to wade into this troubled water? These high elves are afraid that they are too poor to pay, so they will come up with the ghost idea of replacing payment with friendship! Hmph, friendship, I have never left the Sky Forge for a single step, what is the use of their friendship to me?!"

Although this was a bit ugly, the nearby High Elves couldn't refute this fact, and they all lowered their heads!

Luo Ning smiled: "If you talk about the reward, the wealth on my body is enough to build ten demigods! It seems to me that the contents of that book of prophecy are worth much more than real money!"

Ferguson stopped admonishing and muttered: "What a little monster! Not only is it ridiculously strong, but the thoughts in your head are also strange! No wonder you are Raphael's apprentice!"

Mikhail was like a traveler in the desert who was about to die of thirst and suddenly saw a clear spring, and regardless of whether the clear spring was an illusion or not, he stepped forward and grabbed Luo Ning's hands and asked excitedly: "Mr. Luo Ning, no, Master Luo Ning!! Are you really willing to help us build a demigod weapon?!"

"Well, it's not a demigod, after all, I can't find a suitable soul body to stuff into a weapon right now, you know, you can't count a ...... without a weapon spirit."

"It's okay!!It's okay!! you just need to build this weapon! Our High Elves have an ancient spirit summoning spell, even if you don't have a weapon spirit, you can use the power of the bloodline to attach the divine power of the elf god to the weapon!"

Luo Ning is good at the way of forging, and when he heard this, he immediately understood it, and exclaimed: "That means that you don't need another soul body, you only need the blood of the high elves, you can condense the spirit body in the weapon?!! no, it is a more precious spirit body?!!"

The power of this sword shocked the whispering High Elves on the side, Ferguson, who had changed his opinion of Ronin, and even shocked Dulivan, the ape-man of the Southern Valley, who was traveling with Ronin!

"This ...... This must be...... The strength of the person who uses the sword is too strong!!"

A few High Elves who did not want to admit the truth excused themselves, but they were immediately retorted by their companions: "Your eyes will lie, but your perception will not!" That human boy did pour a lot of fighting energy into the long sword, but with the dagger in your and my hands, do you think it can achieve the same effect?"

The questioning High Elf glanced at the hideous giant slit that was nearly 100 meters long and more than 10 meters wide, and subconsciously shook his head.

After a long time, Ferguson finally recovered from his surprise and shock, nodded and said: "Not bad! Both the power and the quality have reached the standard of a legendary-level weapon! Heh, in fact, the so-called legendary-level weapon is just a small classification passed down by the blacksmiths! In the eyes of the world, if you add a wisp of soul to it, even if the weapon itself only has epic strength, it is enough to be a demi-artifact! Little guy, you are very powerful, when I was your age, I didn't even have half of your strength!"

"The old gentleman has won the prize, let's go to the core of the furnace, I want to know more about Raphael, I have the privilege of learning the trade of blacksmithing with him for a few days, but he has never told me about his past, so I ......"

Ferguson suddenly said: "With Raphael's temper, even if you only learn from him for one day, you will still be his apprentice! Not to mention that your talent is so outstanding, well, no wonder he will teach you the ability to engrave compound magic patterns! Okay, let's go!"

The old and the young were talking happily, and they were about to leave the middle of the furnace hand in hand and go to the core of the spirit world to find the person in charge of the furnace, Mikhail, the leader of the High Jinglin, could not calm down at this time!

Now seeing that Ferguson was about to abandon all the High Elves, he hurriedly dodged in front of the former, and pleaded eagerly: "Master Ferguson, you can't go! I beg you, please build a demigod artifact for us! The dark magic is coming back to time, and the prophesied fire is also close at hand! The world is about to face annihilation! As long as the High Elves can survive this disaster, I am willing to give everything! Please!!"

"The prophesied fire ?!!" Luo Ning was shocked when he heard this, and immediately connected the word "fire" with the "Heavenly Fire Doom" he had seen!!

Ferguson doesn't seem to appreciate it. He is an old man who has gone through all the vicissitudes of life and is accustomed to the cold of the world, and what he is most disgusted by is this kind of request that is only issued verbally and has no actual guarantee!!

So he still stubbornly shook his head and said: "I'm sorry, Mikhail! I really can't help you! You are a commander who has experienced the baptism of hundreds of years, and you should be able to understand: promises and promises are like reflections in water, which can be broken at the slightest touch! I don't know what the black magic and fire in your mouth are! But if there is really danger, the sacred tree of the elven clan will naturally bless you! Even if the sacred tree withers and dies, there is still a mysterious elven holy city on the lost continent. Although the wood elves and the high elves never interact, after all, they all come from the same lineage, and if you lead the whole clan to defect as the patriarch, the leader of the other party will definitely not refuse to take you in! Being able to enter the Holy City is much more reliable than getting a demi-artifact!"

The woman's figure obviously didn't expect Luo Ning to answer so simply, so that many of the words that the former had prepared were stuck in his mouth and not spoken. After a short silence, the figure let out a soft smile, and then seemed to make a gesture of waving its arm, and then, a short length of a small arm passed through the spatial barrier between light and shadow and reality, and fell silently in Luo Ning's palm.

It is a short staff of pure white and flawless. It was heavier than wood, lighter than metal, warmer than hedron and harder than bone! Even from what Ronin had seen, it was impossible to tell what material it was made of. But one thing is certain: the wand contains two very different energy fluctuations at the same time. One wave is very close to the power of the Immortal Soul, and the other is almost identical to the power of the Immortal Soul.

"When the apocalyptic sun rises at the end of the world, and the fire of heaven spreads and swells across the earth, just wave your wand and you will gain the power to change the ending!"

The words fell, and the female voice hidden behind the light also disappeared along with the large brightness above Luo Ning's head. Luo Ning silently recited what the goddess woman had told him, and carefully put away the white short staff.