Chapter 6: Dwarf Bahrain

Early in the morning, Ariel went to the Netherworld Valley to practice, and Ayton went to the restaurant first to get a bottle of wheat wine, and the restaurant manager at that time said disdainfully: "What else do you want to drink?" ”

As a result, Ayton took out the black token that Shaperina had given him, and the administrator immediately changed his face in fright, and hurriedly called a slave next to him to get a bottle of fine wheat wine.

It seems that Mentor Shaperina's status among the dark elves is quite high, Ayton thought as he played with the little black token.

As soon as I entered the forging area, I heard the sound of 'bells' striking iron, it was time to work, and every dwarf was struggling to build weapons in the low room, and some dwarves found Ayton, to be precise, the wine bottle in Ayton's hand, and they all stopped what they were doing and stared at the wheat wine in Ayton's hand, with a look of eagerness on their faces, if it weren't for the cursing of the dark elf overseers and the whipping of the leather whip, they would probably rush up and snatch it.

A dark elf saw Ayton and shouted at Ayton, "Hey, little ghost, what are you doing in the forge area?" ”

"My name is Ayton, Mentor Shaperina asked me to do something" Ayton stepped forward and showed him the token in his hand.

"In that case, then you can take a look at it, my name is Silva, the administrator here, and you can call the slave here. Silva looked at Ayton carefully and returned the token to Ayton.

"Well, thank you. Ayton went to find the old dwarven man from yesterday. He really didn't have a liking for these tyrannical dark elves.

There are about a hundred slaves in the forging area, most of them dwarves. Ayton quickly found the dwarf from yesterday, and the dwarf was surprised to find Ayton's arrival, but soon found the bottle in his hand, and the dwarf immediately rushed up to snatch the bottle and opened the cap, put his wide nose on the mouth of the bottle, took a deep breath, and then showed a deeply intoxicated look on his face.

"Wine .. It's really wine. The dwarf gripped the bottle tightly with both hands, for fear that it would disappear: "This wine... Is this wine really for me?" the dwarf looked at Ayton excitedly, tears in his eyes.

"Well, this wine is for you. Ayton lamented that according to legend, dwarves have no alcohol every day on the ground, and after being captured by the dark elves, they basically can't touch alcohol, and they are forced to work every day and live a dark life.

The dwarf quickly poured a large sip of wheat wine into his mouth, then closed his eyes and enjoyed it, his tongue tumbling in it, and it took half a minute before swallowing.

"Hahaha, I can still drink, hahaha. The dwarf laughed maniacally, and only stopped after half a sound, and Ayton noticed that there were still a few tears in his eyes.

The dwarf looked into Ayton's eyes and said seriously, "Boy, you are different from those of your people, do you have any opinions about your people." ”

Ayton hesitated for a moment, then replied, "I don't like my people, I want to get out of here." ”

"Oh, then how are you going to leave, as far as I know, the dark elves will not let their clansmen go out through the teleportation array at will in order to prevent the location of their lair from being exposed. The dwarf said with a sip of wine.

"So I'm going to get out by climbing the cliffs, so I'm going to need some ropes, iron hooks. Ayton stated his purpose.

"Heh, with your body, you can't climb the 200-meter cliff at all, even if you climb up, how can you get out of the Despair Forest, even if you are lucky enough to get out of the Despair Forest, how can you live on the ground, you must know that you dark elves are the public enemies of the continent. The dwarf scoffed

Ayton was stunned, he hadn't thought of so much, yes, with the things that the dark elves had committed, there were a few people on the ground who would be willing to live with the dark elves, but staying with those crazy people would have a nervous breakdown sooner or later.

After making up his mind, Ayton said firmly to the dwarf: "No matter what, I will leave here, I will try to win the approval of others on the ground, if no one agrees with me, then I will also live a reclusive life on the ground, in short, I just don't want to stay here." ”

The dwarf looked at Ayton with a surprised expression, and after a while, he patted Ayton on the shoulder and smiled, "Haha, okay boy, my name is Bahrain, Bahrain-Hammer, for the sake of this bottle of wine, I will help you get out of here, as long as you can make sure not to be like your people." ”

"I promise, Bahrain," Ayton said earnestly

"Okay, what level are you at now. Balin said with another sip of wine

"Zero Order, I've just started cultivating. ”

"Well, it's okay," Balin was a little stunned, "I know a high-level Dou Qi secret book that can help you cultivate your Dou Qi more quickly. Balin walked over and whispered

"Really? Can you teach me. ”

"Of course, but I have two conditions. Bahrain said mysteriously

"On what terms?"

"First" Balin held up a finger: "Help me bring a bottle of wine every time you come." ”

"No problem," Ayton said, touching the black token in his palm

"Second," said Balin, holding up a second finger, "you must learn my unique art of blacksmithing." ”

"Huh!? Learn the art of blacksmithing. Ayton looked at Bahrain with a confused expression, "Why do you want me to learn blacksmithing?" ”

"Well, learning the forging technique will have a beneficial effect on your cultivation of Dou Qi. Balin also said with some embarrassment: "And learning the forging technique can also improve your physique, aren't you dark elves a little lacking in strength." ”

It may be because they have lived underground for too long, and the dark elves' physique is still relatively weak, and they all rely on superb swordsmanship and weird dark magic to defeat the enemy. If you fight with martial arts alone, you sometimes can't beat humans alone, let alone the Wing Clan and the Orc Clan, who have better physique.

"But most importantly, I want you to pass on my blacksmithing skills. Bahrain added

"Ah!?Isn't the dwarven forging technique the same as the dwarven firearms and dwarven spirits belonging to the dwarven three treasures, and it is not passed on, and now I actually want a dark elf to inherit it"

"Ahem, it's a legacy, I hope you can learn my ability to forge a whole body, and pass it on to my nephew Tackerin-Hammer if you have the opportunity in the future. ”

"Well, well, aren't you still some famous master smith on the ground? Ayton wondered, he thought Bahrain was just an ordinary dwarven blacksmith.

"Hmph, I'm the greatest ...... in our dwarven kingdom The family's top master smith, Balin - Iron Hammer. Balin said proudly, then took a large sip of wheat wine, his face swollen and red: "If it weren't for me and ...... Coming alone to the Forest of Despair is like looking for Nether Iron Ore, and I won't be caught by you dark elves. ”

The dwarf's personality was as bold as the legendary dwarf, and he couldn't keep his mouth shut when he drank, and Ayton clearly felt that Bahrain was hiding something, but he didn't care about it.

"Well, I promise you to learn the art of blacksmithing, and I'll go talk to Director Silva first. "Although it will definitely take him a lot of time to learn the art of blacksmithing, as long as the strength keeps up with the progress of others, it is always good to have one more skill.

Ayton went to Silva and told him about Bahrain.

"What, you're going to learn the art of blacksmithing from that slave. Silva was stunned

"Well, I'll come and learn the art of forging from him when I have time in the future, and I hope you can spare him some unnecessary things. "I can't hide anything about learning blacksmithing from Silva, so it's better to confess to him sooner.

"Okay, but remember not to untie the chains of the forbidden magic stone around his neck, even if the forbidden magic stone has basically dissipated his fighting spirit over the years, you can use the iron ore in the warehouse as you like, but when you leave, put all the weapons you have created into the warehouse, don't let those slaves get weapons, otherwise they are likely to riot, and you and I won't be able to eat and walk around at that time." Silva earnestly admonished, he was a newcomer to the Forge and knew the consequences of the riot.

In the past, there were no dark elves who came to learn the art of blacksmithing, and they thought that as long as there were slaves to forge weapons for them, everyone practiced the art of killing people at home.

"Okay, I remember. ”

Ayton walked to the forging house in Bahrain, it was still early, he planned to ask Bahrain for the cultivation method of high-level fighting qi first, and in a month it would be the first-order test, if he couldn't pass, he would die, and the first-order level that Daisy said meant that the combat ability had reached the first-order junior warrior.

And the dark elves' criteria for determining first-order strength are not as simple as humans, and the first-order standards for humans are reserves that have reached the first order in both magic power and fighting energy.

The first-order standard of the dark elves is to meet the first-order strength standard recognized by the mentor, not only the amount of magic power and fighting energy reserves must meet the standard, but each skill must also be proficient, and finally tested through actual combat.

He planned to practice fighting with Bahrain in the morning, go to the valley in the afternoon to practice magic and sword skills, and practice magic meditation in the evening.

Ayton went to the Bahrain Forge House and found Bahrain holding a bottle, nose to bottle greedily absorbing the aroma of wheat wine.

It seems that the dwarf is really addicted to alcohol, and I really don't know how he survived the days without alcohol

Ayton coughed lightly, "Balin, I've already told Silva about I want you to learn blacksmithing, and he shouldn't embarrass you in the future." ”

"Oh, that's good, that vampire comes every day to urge me to strike iron. Balin carefully put away half a bottle of wheat wine: "He will listen to you, a child who has just started training, and you can actually get wine, it seems that your status is not low." ”

"Maybe it's because my mentor has a higher status with the Dark Elves, and it's a matter of little importance to them. ”

"Well, then let's start practicing forging now" Balin nodded, didn't ask more, and then picked up a hammer and a piece of pig iron and walked to the edge of the forging table: "Boy, I'll demonstrate it first and see how much you can comprehend." ”

Ayton also stared at Bahrain's movements.

Barton slowly stroked the forge table, adjusted the position of something, and then picked up the hammer with one hand, and did a strange thing: he threw the hammer high, caught it, and threw it again, and so on.

At the same time as the hammer was thrown, the fire of the furnace burst into flames, and the originally prepared piece of pig iron ore began to heat up, and Bahrain seemed to have become a different person, staring intently at the pig iron ore that was slowly turning red.

Watching the dwarf's simple action of tossing the hammer, Ayton's eyes flashed with an incomparably solemn light.

From the posture and look of the hammer picked up from Bahrain, everything he did seemed to be familiar, familiar with this strange environment and relatively unfamiliar utensils, as if he were working in this forge for the first time.

Ayton could clearly feel that every time the hammer fell, the aura and fluctuations of the surrounding environment underwent subtle changes, and this dwarf had not only merged with the room, but with a special power, or should it be called "artistic conception", affecting and affecting the entire room.

This time, the falling hammer was finally held tightly, and instead of throwing it again, it was raised high and struck on the piece of pig iron that had been clamped to the plate, and the already red iron ore splashed out of brilliant sparks with a crisp sound.

Hammer after hammer, with a strange rhythm, the simple sound of striking iron, seems to be able to touch the soul.

The tinkling of the other dwarven slaves in the surrounding houses seemed to stop in Ayton's ears, and only Bahrain was alone with the rhythmic tapping.

Ayton stared at Bahrain's every movement, lest he miss a single detail.

At this time, Bahrain had forgotten everything, forgot that he was in the underworld, forgot about the so-called slave status, and instead fully integrated into the momentum of a master blacksmith. This momentum has always existed in the dwarves' hearts, but it just exploded at this time.

With repeated tapping, the firmness and confidence of Balin's eyes became stronger and stronger, and his movements began to enter a rhythm that was like flowing clouds and not stagnating in things.

Finally, Bahrain's movements stopped, and a delicate piece of fine iron appeared in front of Ayton's eyes, and the smooth and neat appearance and brilliant metallic luster made Ayton, a layman, feel deeply shocked. Just now, he was a little unconvinced of the identity of Balin, a master blacksmith, but now he believes it all.