Nine out of ten of the famous weapons on the continent of Montimos are from the hands of the dwarven blacksmith masters, and the strong people of all races have the ultimate need to have a weapon from the hands of the dwarven masters, but the strange and stubborn temper of the dwarves will always make it impossible for those who go to buy them to get what they want.

Although in recent years, due to the deterioration of the life of the dwarven clan, some dwarven blacksmith masters have to accept some commissions against their will in order to make a living, but the forged weapons will always have some imperfect flaws, so this also shows how precious it is to be able to get a weapon that is truly from the hands of the dwarven blacksmith master.

Pushing open the open door with trepidation, Kratzer re-entered the bustling courtyard, stunned by the sight.

Because of the neighboring orcs and elves, on the east and west sides of the courtyard, there are black and oppressive heads, on the east wall are hideous and vicious orcs, and on the west wall are handsome faces, needless to say that they are the elves known for their elegance and handsomeness.

At this time, the good deeds of the two tribes were lying on the wall, talking to each other, their fingers were still pointing at the field, and the group of dwarves around them were pointing, and from time to time a sentence or two of their own language popped out of their mouths, as if what the group of dwarves were surrounding was the place worthy of their attention.

Seeing this, Kratzer swallowed involuntarily, could it be that the weapon was already out of the oven?

With curiosity in his heart, Krazer walked forward quickly.

"You're back!How's it going??" asked the dwarf Camosiddo who was the first to spot him, looking at Krazer's neck craned out with concern.

"Well, it's okay, it's okay!" But at this time, Kraser's mind was on the weapon around everyone, and he just nodded and replied casually.

"Oh, look at it! this is the weapon that belongs to you!" As he spoke, the dwarf Camosiddo reached out to push away the people who stood in his way.

The dwarves who had been pushed away by Camosiddo were about to get angry, but after seeing the faces of the people who came, they took the initiative to make way for them.

Walking among the dwarves who were only waist-tall, Krazer felt like a giant, his eyes looking around, as if trying to make sure that what he saw was not a dream, but real.

When he saw Lucas, the goblin sitting alone on the side with a mocking smile on his lips, his head suddenly cleared up, and a bad thought suddenly rose in his heart.

Sure enough, at this moment, after the dwarf in front of him made way for him to open a path to the weapon, Krezer realized that in the center of the crowd, there was a silver spear on a shelf, and in front of this spear, the dwarf standing was naked, spit on the palm of his hand twice, and moved his shoulder vigorously, as if he was going to pick up the spear.

At this time, he also noticed the arrival of Kraser, and the dwarf turned his head to look at the latter, and said angrily.

"If you wait a little longer, I won't believe I can't lift it!"

Hearing this, Kratzer frowned and nodded subconsciously.

After the former finished speaking, he didn't pay attention to Krazer at all, but focused all his attention on the silver spear in front of him, which was placed on the weapon rack.

"Woo-ha!"

The shirtless dwarf stepped forward, clenched the spear with both hands, and kept moving his position, as if trying to find a suitable position for exerting force.

After a few strokes, the dwarf's hands suddenly stopped, and then his knees bent, his hands gripped the spear body, and he suddenly pulled upward.

Under the gaze of everyone, the silver spear on the weapon rack did not move at all, and it did not mean to be lifted away from the weapon rack at all, and the shirtless dwarf only made the weapon rack shake a little.

Seeing this scene, Krazer couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing, and he even rubbed his eyes vigorously with both hands, and his gaze lingered on the dwarven arm, which was the thickness of an ordinary person's thigh.

Comparing it with his own arms, Kreizer found that his arms were far inferior to those of the dwarf, and even the former's powerful arms could not lift the silver spear, so wouldn't he be even more unable to lift it!

A spear that can't be lifted, a weapon that can't be used?

After figuring out what was going on, Krazer froze in place, with only these two thoughts in his mind.

"Oops, I still haven't lifted it!"

Seeing that his grab failed, the topless dwarf scratched his head helplessly, but there was no trace of annoyance in his words, he just smiled and stepped aside.

"Turuk's strength is still not as strong as Eddie's, but at least he shook the weapon rack! This achievement has already surpassed most people!" It was Elder Golden Thunder who spoke, and he saw that he was holding a wine glass full of liquid in his hand, raising it high, and sending it to the dwarf who had just retreated to the side. "Tuluk, this is your reward!"

The big nose sniffed hard, Turuk smiled innocently, stretched out his hands to take the wine glass from Elder Golden Thunderbolt's hand, and raised it high, like a hero to turn in a circle.

"Roar, roar, roar, kill, kill! kill them all in one go!"

Under the envious gaze of the clansmen, and the roars of the clansmen, Turuk gulped it down, the golden liquid oozing through the corners of his mouth and dripping to the ground along his weedy beard.

Krezier, who was still in a daze, suddenly felt that someone was patting him, and when he looked down, it was the goblin Lucas, who squeezed in front of him with his petite body, and bowed his mouth to the silver spear not far in front of him.

"Hey, that's the weapon these dwarves have made for you, but it looks like no one has been able to lift it yet!"

"Nobody?nafter?!" Krazer asked, lowering his voice in disbelief.

"Except for the four elders who didn't make a move, one of all the dwarves counts as one, and only two of them shook the spear slightly!" Looking at Krazier's surprised look, Goblin Lucas felt a burst of joy and comfort in his heart, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was even more sarcastic, he stretched out two fingers, shook them in front of Krazer, and then pointed with his hand. "One is the guy you just saw who is called Turuk, and the other is the dwarf standing next to the old man in Bobosha, and no one can shake that spear except the two of them, so...!?"

Speaking of this, the goblin Lucas deliberately looked Kraser up and down, and even stretched out his thin hand like a chicken claw, pinched the latter's arm hard, and shook his head as if regretfully, while making a smack sound in his mouth, and said as if he was very sorry.

"With your strength, I'm afraid you don't even have the qualifications to make this spear shake a little! I don't think you can use this weapon!"

"Tut-tut, the dwarven master seems to have drunk too much, and forgot that you are a human!"

"Hey, you say, will they think you're a barbarian?"

At this time, Krazier's heart was annoyed, and when he heard the obviously gloating words of the goblin Lucas, he immediately glared at him angrily, but the latter smiled indifferently, as if he wanted to say something more, but was pulled away by Carmoxido.

"Don't listen to him gloating here, the elder called you over!"

Hearing this, Kraser did not hesitate, took a step, and walked towards Elder Bobosha under the leadership of Camosiddo.

"Come on, Grave Boy, take a look, how about this spear?" Elder Bobosha smiled loudly when he saw Krezer coming.

"Very good, just...!" Kretzer nodded, but there was a hint of frustration in his eyes.

Although his expression was seen by the two elders, it was as if they hadn't seen it, and the two looked at each other and smiled, and then Elder Bobosha spoke.

"Boy Krezer, this spear weighs 1,2042 pounds! To be honest, we didn't expect this spear to be so heavy when it was cast, and we didn't expect the weight of Salder's multi-hybrid magic metal to be so staggering. ”

The more he listened to Elder Bobosha's words, the lower Kreeser's expression became, obviously with his strength he couldn't pick it up at all, an unusable weapon, how to fight, how to face tomorrow's challenges, which couldn't help but make his heart sink to the bottom, and his expression gradually became depressed.

Seeing Kraser's expression gradually becoming depressed, Elder Golden Thunderbolt, who had not spoken, also spoke, but his words made Krazer kindle a glimmer of hope.

"However, fortunately, Bobosha and I were prepared for this situation before forging this weapon, so I'm afraid this weapon will only be used by you in the future!"

"Only for me?" Kraezer pointed at himself, looking at the two elders in confusion.

"Yes, because this weapon is a spear, and it is so heavy that it is quite a problem for the magician, and even if he can meet a mage of the same lineage, who can activate this spear, he will not be able to use it freely. Elder Jin Pi spoke eloquently.

"Even if other professionals want to use this spear, they need to be a warrior who has won the legendary title or above to lift it, but it is only a matter of raising it, and if they want to use this spear like an arm, I think only those strong people who have won the legendary title can do it, but at their level, they already have a weapon that has followed them for many years, and it takes a lot of courage for them to change to an unfamiliar weapon. Elder Bobosha also revealed the other side of the story.

"So, to sum up, if nothing happens with this weapon, I'm afraid it's only you who can use it!"

"Fellow mage?Thunder and Lightning?" After listening to the words of the two elders, Kraser's brows furrowed, and he keenly grasped the key point in the two of them's words.

"What do those two elders mean...?!"

The two dwarven elders tacitly played a dumb riddle.

"That's what you think!"

"That's right, let's go!"

Hearing this, Kraser's mood suddenly became apprehensive, is it really as he thought!

It was with this apprehension in mind that Krezer walked step by step towards the silver spear that lay on the weapon rack.

With Krezer's actions, for a while, everyone's eyes were focused on him, including the orcs and elves who were lying on the wall watching were also aware of this situation, and naturally they all guessed that the real reason why these dwarves took great pains to forge weapons here today was probably in this human who suddenly appeared.

Some people gloated to see it ugly, others wanted to witness the miracle, and for a while, everyone held their breath and quietly watched Kraser's actions.

Standing in front of the spear with trepidation, Kratzer folded his hands, rubbed them vigorously, slowly placed them on the spear, closed his eyes, and then stopped moving.

This strange behavior immediately caused everyone to turn their heads one after another, and they seemed to be quite puzzled by his behavior, but they were quite restrained, just talking in a low voice.

But the orcs lying on the wall burst out laughing, and they laughed at Kreezer for cheating, and it was impossible for a human to pick up this spear, so it was better to sell it to Yunyun.

At this moment, Krezer, who had not moved for a long time, finally moved, his eyes suddenly opened, his knees bent, his hands clenched the spear body in reverse, and he shouted angrily in his mouth, and suddenly exerted force, and his face suddenly turned the color of pig liver.

However, the miracle did not happen, and Krezer's snatch could not even make the weapon rack shake a little, but he used too much force, and his palm slipped, and he fell on his back to the sky.

Hahahaha!

"It's so much fun!"

"That's right, that's right, humans are still so self-conscious!"

"This spear is destined to belong to us orc warriors!"

After seeing this Krazer have such a foreign appearance, the orcs lying on the wall immediately laughed unscrupulously.

The three of them also jumped down from the wall, ignoring the dwarf's hateful gaze, brutally pushed aside the dwarf standing in front of them, and strode towards the weapon rack where the spear was placed.

Just then, a light laugh came from the other side of the wall.

"Oops! Since filthy orcs are qualified to touch this spear, then our noble and elegant elves are even more qualified to be the masters of this long hair!"

With this voice, two elves, a man and a woman, jumped down from the wall and walked towards the weapon rack with long hair, but the demeanor of the female elves was quite elegant, compared to the behavior of the male elves almost like ruffians, swaying and walking, and there was no noble and elegant demeanor in his mouth at all.

"What are you talking about, you long ears!" The man at the head of the three orcs blurted out under the attack of the male elf's language.

"Shut up, filthy orc, let me hear that word again, and I'll send you to hell!" Perhaps it was the words 'long ears' that annoyed the male elf, his eyes half-narrowed, his turquoise eyes glinting dangerously.

"Come on, I'd like to see how powerful the noble and elegant elves are!" When one of the orcs heard the male elf's words, his hair immediately opened in anger, and his dazzling blonde hair flew like an angry lion.

Suddenly, everyone felt the earth under their feet shake, and there was a bang, and an extremely dull sound sounded in everyone's ears.

This was followed by a thunderous shout.

"Enough, you two juniors think of this place as a place!"