Ximu Town mainly produces timber and iron, and the cinder mine is one of the largest iron mines in the sky. Although the powerful warriors are looking for high-end goods such as glass weapons or dwarf objects, these high-end goods are not in the market of Skyrim.

Often, hunters, legionnaires, or homeless wanderers will defend themselves with leather armor and iron weapons. Civilians, on the other hand, generally use wooden or iron tools and weapons.

Regulars, bandits, and town guards are most likely equipped with iron armor or scale armor, and these armors composed of leather, iron, and emery can deal well with enemies who are basically at the same level. Since iron products are difficult to retain their high toughness, they are generally equipped with steel weapons.

The main city guards, rangers, mercenaries, and low-ranking officers, they are the main consumers of steel products. A mercenary can't find an employer without a piece of steel armor, and even the guards laugh at the rags on him. Some nouveau riche will hire a mage to enchant a steel weapon so that it can carry a little arcane power. This is also the best weapon that warriors of this class are usually able to obtain.

Dwarven armor is not the armor made by the dwarves, they are actually the shells of the statues or machines in the dwarven ruins. These strange instruments were so advanced to the craftsmen of Skyrim Province that the true core essence parts were discarded.

In general, only elves are able to use elven armor. The combination of moonstone and gold allows advanced enchanters to perform some powerful enchantments on it. Mastering and using this weapon is an art, and at the same time an elven secret. Although there is evidence that some of the orc chieftains are equipped with superior armor than elven armor. But because its main material is a rare star meteorite. They are not very common.

Several High Elf Forge Masters tried to mix moonstone with malachite, and glass armor was born. It's incredibly light, but it's not afraid of a close-range shot from a crossbow bolt. It is said that when a high-ranking official of the empire was assassinated, the guards who heard the news saw only the cyan glow of malachite.

Only the heroes of legend can don the Ebony Armor, a mineral buried deep underground, known as the blood of the gods, with incredible toughness and sturdiness that neither sword slashes nor spell blasts can destroy them, and even a small part can plunge a powerful lord into an inextricable madness. And the production of an ebony weapon would almost cost a master caster a lifetime.

As for the demons, their weapons are not so much metal as living flesh and blood, and the method of making zuò has long been lost, but no matter what era it is, there are not a few heroes, tyrants, and sages who have fallen in order to compete for a powerful demon weapon.

From the beginning of dwarven products, these high-grade metal products were difficult to mass produce or could not be used on a large scale. Although they are expensive, their share of the market is estimated to be less than a fraction of that of steel products. Snow is the main food supply point in the entire skyrim, and a large amount of steel products also flows from it. Ximu is the main supplier of steel and timber to Xueman. Industry and commerce play an important role here.

And, because of the entanglement of various interests, although Ximu is subordinate to Xueman, there has never been a fixed lord.

Matters are usually decided by the foundry Alvor, the lumber mill owner Gordo, and the president of the Brook Timber Trade Association, Lucan. They even had the right to meet the Supreme Lord directly. And the vast majority of the people of Ximu also work for them. Receive a payment from these wealthy squires.

On this day, an inexplicable affection caused the foundry Alvor to leave his warm bed early in the morning. Before he had breakfast, he went to the south end of the town in Creekwood to inspect his large, water-powered open-air furnace.

Ximu is a bustling town, and it may not take many years to become a major city. Even though it's still early in the morning, there are still a lot of pedestrians on the streets. Breakfast vendors push wheelbarrows around. Farmers from the surrounding countryside were arguing over a suitable stall with fresh vegetables.

Birds swirl around the bustling market, and every now and then one or two lucky ones grab a piece of meat that the butcher doesn't want, and they chirp and dance merrily. Then find a safe corner and admire the embarrassment of those companions who have been suddenly smoked from the chimney.

This town is gradually waking up.

"Good morning, Daddy Alvor. Pedestrians on the road greeted him, and he nodded in response. His foundry had hundreds of apprentices, blacksmiths, and would-be foundries working for him in shifts, ensuring that the brook and wood furnaces were never extinguished. And with the clashing of felt hammers, countless steel or iron products flowed out of the crimson iron river that surrounded the furnace. Alvo was confident that he would be able to grow the Brookwood Forge to the scale of the Sky Forge in his lifetime.

It is said that the master forger of the Snowy Sky Forge has thousands of apprentices at his disposal, and the Sky Forge Steel developed by him can even be compared to Dwarven Metal!

Alvo was confident in his technology, and while he couldn't smelt the Brookwood Furnace, which was almost a nascent compared to the Sky Furnace, to smelt steel of the same color, his research into the properties of Dwarven metals gave him the confidence to re-smelt Dwarven metal to create a mass-produced Dwarven product!

It's a pity that there is no son.

Alvo looked at the hard-working apprentices in front of him, and some of them were particularly outstanding, and if his daughter was not able to inherit his craft, then he would have to choose one of them to inherit his bloodline.

But if his daughter can comprehend even half of her ability...... So......

Alvor's eyes narrowed, remembering his distant nephew, Hadava.

It is said that he is working as a clerk in Helgen, which is a good position, comfortable and secure...... is young, has a great future, and is a good match for his daughter, and his wife also likes this mature big boy...... If............

"Dragon, a dragon, I saw !! with my own eyes."

Alvo turned his head dissatisfiedly and glanced at the crazy woman with a mouth full of nonsense.

What are you kidding, where did the dragon come from in this era? If you want to say that the ghoul on the cold fall is killed, I believe it, the crazy woman who can only put on the skin, and she can't make a draft if she brags!

The mother-in-law was still yelling, and her son had run out and dragged her into his house, while apologizing to the people around him. But the old woman screamed, making a sound that almost pierced a person's ear.

"It's as dark as night, it's as big as a mountain! The dragon is back! The dragon will kill everyone here!"

Even though Alvo disregarded him as insane, the sharp voice pierced the old blacksmith's heart like a sword.

And if what she said was true...... That direction is exactly Helgen...... Hadawa......

He shook his head, the ominous thought coming out of his mind.

"Division...... Master...... A weak voice came from Alvor's side. He turned around and saw that it was a dark and thin apprentice, looking at him pitifully.

He looked at his feet, and a freshly cold iron sword that had not yet been deburred had been trampled into scrap metal by himself.

"Go, redo ten. He wanted to comfort his apprentice, but the words that came out of his mouth were so cold that he himself felt frightened. The foundry's hand shook slightly, and finally he watched the poor apprentice retreat into the depths of the workshop with a sad face.

Forget it, Alvo comforted himself. If he can make ten good swords, I will teach him for a day, and it will be a test. ’

But even so, there was always a shadow lingering in his heart.

The shadows of the trees slanted to the west, when the first rays of sunlight swept over the mountains and cast a golden splone on the river. The foundry seemed to see a few small figures emerge from the end of the hill.

At this time, who will come from there? It seems that there are no horses, so it will not be messengers and caravans. Legion action is even more impossible. The old blacksmith whirled his mind. In any case, people coming from the south will basically pass through Helgen, so ......

Alvo called two strong apprentices. He walked towards the south of the town. He wanted to ask the outsiders for news of Helgen. It's also good to settle your restless heart.

But...... The figure of the person at the front is really familiar.

"Hadava, the gods are above, why are you here? are you hurt!?"

The sudden appearance of his nephew in front of him really startled the old blacksmith. The Hadava in front of him was dressed in tatters, and the large and small wounds on his body were covered with leather armor, which made the old man's heart almost skip a beat. What kind of battle did it have to go through to get to this place? Poor Hadava, he's just a clerk!

The foundry's gaze crossed over the clerk, and there were two more people behind him. One of them was a young dark elf, with oblique cross-scars on his face and slender eyes, carrying a crossbow behind him, and his hands were covered in turquoise spots of herb juice.

The other was an even younger lady. Not even more than three years older than Dosse. Her face was beautiful, and her short blonde hair swayed softly. But her danger was probably still above the dark elf, and she was wearing an imperial leather steel composite armor that didn't affect her movements but was too long, and she had a dagger pinned to her waist. In his right hand he holds a mace, and in his left hand he carries the head of a beast.

That's a werewolf!

Alvo noticed that the two stout apprentices behind him were a little uneasy.

"Who are these two?"

"It's a friend. Hadawa's voice was tired. "I'd have died without them, let's talk about it in the house. That's a big deal!"