The dwarves are not only famous for their exquisite casting skills, but also for their rugged and hospitable character, as well as the kind of stubbornness that does not hesitate to look at you.

It is precisely because of this that the dwarven clan in the continent declares love and hate, love for its exquisite casting skills, hate the stubbornness of the mix, but everyone knows that to be able to truly gain the friendship of a dwarf means to be recognized by the tribe to which he belongs, and the benefits obtained are unimaginable.

However, once someone comes into contact with a dwarf with this purpose, once it is exposed, the end is also very miserable, and there is no hope of gaining the friendship of the former in this life.

And now Krazer has done this, he has not only won the friendship of Carmosido, but also the recognition of the tribe to which he belongs, and even more, the elders of the other tribes present are also very satisfied with his impression after learning about his efforts for Carmosido, and it is no exaggeration to say that the former has initially obtained the friendship of the dwarves of the entire Montimos continent.

Especially seeing that the former was able to take the goblin beside him without giving up, knowing that he and the others hated the goblin beside him, Elder Bobosha observed the former quietly, and secretly glanced at another old dwarf from the God of War tribe beside him.

After seeing the same emotion in each other's eyes, the desire to test again suddenly vanished, because there was no need to do anything more, and the young man named Krazer had already proved himself with practical actions.

Greeted warmly by the roaring campfire, Elder Bobosha unceremoniously chased away the dwarves who occupied only a set of tables and chairs, and then looked at Krazer with a smile on his face.

"Sit down, little one, don't be too restrained, my third-generation grandchildren are older than you, and your age is not a fraction of mine!"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Hearing this, Kratzer scratched his head shyly.

He knew that what the former said was not an exaggeration at all, the dwarf race and the elf race were both famous long-lived races on the Montimos continent, and the lifespan of ordinary people could be as long as eight hundred years old, not to mention those powerful and strong, it would not be a problem to easily live for thousands of years, and the elf race was even more so.

Kratzer glanced down at a stump of a tree randomly placed on the ground, it was obvious that it was a chair, and with his burly stature like a savage, it was quite difficult to sit on this sturdy stump.

Glancing at the stump in front of him, Krazer beckoned to Lucas, the goblin, and motioned for the latter to sit up, while he himself sat cross-legged on the ground, and even then, he sat on the ground, a head taller than everyone else, and felt like he stood out from the crowd.

His gaze swept over Kreser's body before Elder Bobosha spoke again.

"Little one, I heard Camosiddo say that your weapon is a spear, and your profession is a magician, a thunder magician, right?"

"Yes, Elder Bobosha!"

"Your weapon has been destroyed by the tyrant! Only the tip of the spear is left, take it out! Let us old fellows see what kind of metal the tip of the spear that even the tyrant has not destroyed!"

"Okay!" Hearing this, Krazer nodded slightly, his right hand stretched out, and the tip of a spear like a large dagger suddenly appeared in his hand, and slowly sent it to the table in front of him. "Look, this is the tip of my spear!"

As early as after making the request, Elder Bobosha stared intently at Kraser, and when the spear tip with his palm open and obviously gray with a metallic luster suddenly appeared, his eyes couldn't help but light up, the young man in front of him actually had a space ring, which made him can't help but raise his eyelids.

The space ring, although it is not a rare thing, but it is not a rare thing that everyone can have, just if you want to use it, you must activate it with spiritual power, the hard conditions are enough to make most people flinch, not to mention its outrageous price, even if he himself only has one, this is still for the purpose of this trip, specially from the three space rings treasured by the tribe, choose one to be kept by him, and this ring needs to be returned.

His envious gaze lingered on the ring on Krezer's finger for a moment, and then Elder Bobosha stretched out his large, calloused hand and gently picked up the metallic gray tip of the spear resting on the table, and looked closely.

At first glance, the tip of the spear is silver-gray, and then he looked at the dancing flames, but there was no reflected light, only the tip of the spear shone a little cold light, and then held the tip of the spear with one hand and gently checked it, judging by the weight of the same metal casting, it was much lighter, and finally Elder Bobosha held the tip of the spear with both hands, squinted his eyes and carefully turned over and over again, and coldly stretched out his tongue and licked it, the expression seemed to be tasting a delicacy.

Then Elder Bobosha handed the tip of the spear in his hand to another old dwarf who looked older, it was the Golden Thunderbolt Elder from the God of War tribe, the latter's actions were the same as the former, after careful identification, he handed it to the people around him in turn, and the other two dwarf elders also used their own methods to identify the tip of the spear, and then transferred it back to Elder Bobosha's hand.

"It seems that the metal used to create this arrow is extraterrestrial meteorite! There are some other metals mixed in!" was the first to speak was Elder Guman of the Demon Copper Tribe, whose gaze was still on the tip of the spear placed on the table, and he immediately recognized the latter's true identity.

"Well, the casting style of the arrowhead obviously smells of long ears!" Elder Hackman of the Adamantite Tribe spoke next, apparently referring to the elves in the manor on the other side.

"However, the casting technique is a cold brew refining technique unique to our God of War tribe, there are many people who know this casting technique, but there are very few people who can do this!" "The elder of the oldest God of War tribe, Elder Jin Thunder, also stared thoughtfully at the arrows placed on the table, as if he was trying to remember something.

"You have all seen the name engraved on the arrow! It is obviously the name of the long-eared people, this feather arrow is really not ordinary long, presumably its owner's strength will not be weak!" Tapping his finger lightly on the table, Elder Bobosha spoke. "Besides, don't you think the name on it is familiar!"

The arrow only turned around in the hands of a few people, and it was easily analyzed by them, the casting of this arrow and the identity of its true owner, especially when he heard the words of Elder Bobosha, Kraser's eyes couldn't help but light up, he didn't expect to learn the true identity of the owner of this arrow from the mouth of the former, and his breathing involuntarily became shorter for a while.

"Viktoria! it seems to be the archer of the Dandelion Mercenary Regiment!" said Elder Golden Thunderbolt, who remembered something, as if he remembered something, stared at the arrow with a complicated expression, and spoke. "There seems to be a dwarf in this mercenary group, but no one knows his name!"

"Elder Golden Thunderbolt, what kind of mercenary group are the dandelion mercenaries you are talking about? It is very powerful? Is it a large number of members? Where is the owner of this arrow now, do you know?" But before the others could answer, Kratzer couldn't help but speak first, and the urgency on his face was unmistakable.

"I don't know, those of them also suddenly appeared and disappeared, no one knows their true identity, some are just their nicknames!"

Which of the four dwarven elders is not a human spirit who has lived for hundreds of years, how could he not see the urgency on Krazier's face, obviously the answer to the last question is what he wants to know the most, and the previous ones are just his casual questions.

Receiving this expected answer, Kraser's expression suddenly became a lot lower, and he thought that he could learn something from the mouths of these old dwarves, but he didn't expect that in the end, he was still happy.

They glanced at each other before Elder Jin Pi spoke slowly.

"The strongest legendary mercenary group is actually not the Sage Covenant, but this dandelion mercenary group with only a few people, but this was thirty years ago, and this mercenary group that suddenly rose like a comet also disappeared like a comet, as if it never existed!"

But after hearing the former's words, Elder Bobosha looked extremely angry and spoke next, and the contempt in his words was unmistakable.

"Not only that, all traces of its existence seem to have been erased intentionally or unintentionally, and now the world knows that the most powerful mercenary group is the Sage Covenant mercenary group, but they don't know that all these people were defeated by the hands of the dandelion mercenary group back then, and it is really filthy that the former brazenly proclaimed that he was the strongest mercenary group!"

Hearing this, his eyes swept over the faces of the other three, contempt, contempt, contempt, this expression couldn't help but make Krazer stunned, but he didn't expect that there were so many secret things involved, it seems that the first-ranked Sage Covenant mercenary group, the character is not very good in the eyes of these dwarves who have lived for hundreds of years!

"That's enough, Bobosha, when did you become fond of talking about people's shortcomings behind your back, so turn your attention back to this arrow!" the eldest elder, Jin Li, suddenly reprimanded, reaching out to pick up the arrow on the table and observe it again.

"Hmph!" Elder Bobosha didn't speak, just snorted indignantly.

At this moment, Elder Jin Pi, who was holding an arrow, suddenly held it with one hand and stabbed it towards the tabletop, and with a snort, the entire arrow was submerged into the table, and only the part of the hand held was exposed.

Seeing this scene, Kratzer looked a little confused, he knew the sharpness of the arrow, but the other three elders' eyes widened suddenly, and the look of disbelief looked very funny, but it was surprising.

Perhaps it was the difference between the smile that had just risen and the smile that had just risen in Kraser's mind was immediately suppressed by it, and then he remembered the stump of the stool, the weight of which was extremely heavy to the hand, and it was evident that it was from the same tree as the tabletop, and some trees were even harder than iron armor.

As if he had figured something out, he suddenly looked at several of the dwarven elders, who were all returning to normal, staring at the arrows that had disappeared into the table, and their mouths were amazed.

"It's so sharp that a table made of iron birch can easily pierce through it, it's unexpected!"

"If there is a blessing of Dou Qi, it will not be difficult to break through the scale armor of the dragon clan!"

"Of course, this thing is cast from meteoric iron, and it's very precious!"

The four dwarven elders argued about the sharpness of the arrow, and it was clear that the arrow had managed to pique their interest.

Elder Bobosha suddenly looked up at Krazer and spoke.

"Little one, it's more than enough to have this arrow as the tip of the spear! You have thought about the spear shaft part! Do you continue to use wood, or use magic metal with good conductivity? Declare in advance, the spear shaft made of magic metal is definitely not hard enough!"