There are many races living in the continent of Montimos, due to historical and cultural differences, as well as regional differences, each race has its own cultural characteristics, and the concept and process of forging weapons are also very different.

Judging by the magnificence of the external weapon alone, the handsome elves, their casting process is naturally second to none, and they are rare items that the wealthy class compete to collect, but because of their gorgeous appearance, they are often criticized for their flashy titles.

In fact, the casting process of the elves is unique, especially in the casting of magical conductive weapons, which is due to their enviable talent.

Because almost every elf can be an excellent warrior, an excellent archer, an excellent magician, and even an elf in his infancy, his magical talent is far superior to that of other races, so the elves are also known as the darlings of heaven.

Because of the perennial living in the forest, the elves have very few ore-type deposits, which also limits the amount of steel doped in weapon casting, so this also creates a unique casting process for their clan, as well as a way to find alternatives to steel.

When it comes to weapons, people's first impression is that they are hard, the weapon should be sharp, the shield should be hard, the armor should be indestructible, and so on and so forth!

Therefore, when it comes to the primary material for casting weapons, people's first reaction is naturally iron, but the elves who live in the forest, iron is a very rare thing for them, in order to seek a replacement, in the vast forest sea, many trees are found that are comparable to steel, or even harder than steel, which has to make people sigh at the magic of nature.

There are advantages, but there are also shortcomings! Almost all trees are afraid of fire!

It is precisely this inevitable shortcoming that limits the possibility that hard trees can completely replace steel.

Shaking his head vigorously, the ruffian elf Rodley took a deep breath, and his expression looked rare and serious, because even in the hundreds of years he had traveled to the continent, counting this time, there were only three rare opportunities to encounter such a rare opportunity, and unlike the previous two times, the person who made the promise this time was the famous Golden Thunderbolt Elder of the God of War Tribe, one of the eleven weapon casting masters of the Dwarf Clan's famous continent.

It was precisely because of this knowledge that the ruffian elf Rodley cherished this opportunity extraordinarily, because he had traveled the continent for many years, and he clearly knew how a good iron weapon would be of great help to a qualified warrior.

Taking a deep breath, all distractions were expelled from his mind, and the ruffian elf Rodley also bent down, his hands slowly caressed the cold and hard spear body, and he held it back, his knees bent, and his eyes slowly closed.

This scene is almost exactly the same as the young orc just now, except that the latter did not carry out the so-called warm-up exercise, just walked to the weapon rack, bent over, and held the spear, but it was these two simple actions that had firmly attracted everyone's attention to him.

The evening breeze blows, blowing the lush foliage and making a rustling sound, but the cool evening breeze can't blow away the enthusiasm of the people.

In the midst of this grinding sound, there was a crisp click, although not loud enough for everyone to hear, and the silver spear was slowly lifted away from the weapon rack.

The same scene played out again, the silver spear was lifted out of the weapon rack by the ruffian elf Rodley, and although it was only up to the waist, it still looked the same, not as unbearable as the young orc.

Holding the silver spear firmly, the ruffian elf Rodley did not succeed in one fell swoop as everyone expected, but kept his movements unchanged, opened his eyes, took a deep breath again, and raised his arms calmly and forcefully upward.

With this movement, the sound of the rubbing of the thick branches suddenly became loud, but this strange appearance was only noticed by a few people present, because at this time, everyone's attention was focused on the silver spear that was held high above his head.

"It worked!" Looking at the silver spear that had been raised above her head, the elven girl Elida shouted out to most people.

With this roar of excitement, the silver spear was slammed back onto the weapon rack.

The ruffian elf Rodley waved excitedly to the clansmen lying on the wall, turned around and hugged the elf girl beside him, and his excitement could not be expressed in words.

Looking at the elven brothers and sisters who were celebrating excitedly, the young orc was extremely depressed in his heart, just a little, just a little, just a little, he could celebrate like the elf brothers and sisters, but unfortunately, there was no if!

The most important thing in life is timing, when the timing is right, everything is possible, but those who are prepared can not let the opportunity slip out of their hands when it comes.

"This little long ear is good!" Elder Golden Thunderbolt said approvingly, looking up at the elven side.

"Hehe!" the elven elder at the wall chuckled in return.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he threw something off the wall.

Raising his hand to catch it, it was a wine bottle, Elder Jin Pi shook it slightly, feeling the power of the liquid swaying inside, smiled with satisfaction, and then raised his eyes to look at the wall on the other side.

The old orc, who looked down at the elven brothers and sisters who were celebrating, touched his chin thoughtfully, touched his thin palm in the animal skin pocket hanging on the side of his body, took out a miserable white thing, threw it hard, and flew straight to Elder Golden Thunder.

Looking at the things thrown by the old orc, Elder Jin Pi stretched out his hand, steadily scooped it in his hand, and looked at it, but found that the things in his hand did not belong to the two types he just said, which couldn't help but raise his head in confusion and look at the old orc on the wall.

But the old orc on the wall spoke unhurriedly.

"Lake Natron, the horn of the woolly rhino!"

"How about getting you a chance to make a move?"

As soon as these words came out, Elder Jin Pi suddenly fell into silence, looking at the former with a tangled face.

But after the old orc's words fell, the whole courtyard seemed to explode, and everyone was amazed, and the topic of conversation had shifted from the ruffian elf Rodley, who had successfully grabbed it, to the miserable white woolly rhinoceros horn.

Because the woolly rhinoceros is a high-level magical beast similar to a family, it has the strength of a fifth-level magical beast in its lifetime, and as it grows older, its strength will naturally increase, and it usually has a strength comparable to that of a lower-level dragon when it becomes an adult.

Named for the thick coat of hair, they almost all live in the extreme cold of the Far North, but they are widely distributed, especially the woolly rhinoceros near Lake Natron.

Speaking of which, we have to talk about this Natron Lake.

There are many forbidden areas for life on the vast continent of Montimos, and eight of them are the most famous, they are either bizarre or unpredictable, some are as hot as hell furnaces, some are as cold as extreme hell, and even legendary powerhouses cannot easily set foot in places, and this Teneron Lake is one of these eight forbidden areas.

The lake has been around since recorded history, and although it is a lake, it exudes the earth element at all times, and it is known that the earth element and the water element are one of the two mildest elements.

However, the earth element emanating from this lake is extremely aggressive, so all life that dares to approach this lake will be invaded by the earth element it emits, and once it enters the body, it will turn into a stone sculpture and stay there forever.

But for the extremely adaptable Warcraft, as long as it is a place where it can reproduce safely, even if it is dangerous, they can adapt to survive, and this is true for Warcraft, and the same is true for plants.

The Tenaron Woolly Rhino is the most famous kind of magical beast, and thanks to this harsh environment, over the years, they have acquired an extremely enviable talent, petrification!

Whenever the enemy fights, the Turneron is covered with a woolly rhinoceros, and its long hair will actively petrify, as if it is wearing a thick layer of armor, indestructible, once it runs wildly, it can destroy everything that stands in its way.

It has never been heard of anyone who can tame this kind of magical beast, and even the few people who can successfully hunt it are very few, and it is precisely because of this that the Turneron Woolly Rhino is extremely precious.

But because of its unique talent, the Tenaron Wool Rhino is full of treasures, from hair, skin, flesh to bones, in the eyes of some people, it is even more precious than gold, especially its single horn, which is an excellent material for crafting special weapons.

Therefore, many people have only heard of the reputation of Tenaron woolly rhinoceros, but they have never seen the real thing, and now this miserable white horn thrown by the old orc is from this famous magical beast, how can everyone not be curious to watch.

In fact, the Tenaron Woolly Rhino can be regarded as one of the unique special magical beasts of the Orc Race, because the Tenalong Lake is located in the territory of the Orcs, at the junction of the uninhabited Northeast Tundra and the desert.

The harsh environment makes all of this!

"Hehe, old blacksmith, how about it, this single horn of the Tena Dragon's hairy rhinoceros is a little smaller, but it should be enough for you to use!" Looking at the hesitant Elder Golden Thunderbolt, the old orc slowly spoke, and said something that made the former's expression change greatly.

"Old fox, it seems that you are prepared for me!" "The old orc, who squinted his eyes at the wall, said slowly with a solemn expression.

"That's right, even if I didn't have this tonight, after tomorrow, I would have gone to you, but I didn't expect the opportunity to come but didn't seize it, otherwise I could have saved a single horn of the Turneron woolly rhinoceros. Looking at the solemn Golden Thunderbolt Master, the old orc seemed to shake his head regretfully.

As soon as these words came out, the face of the young orc standing in the corner of the wall turned red, but the night had fallen, and no one could see him standing under the corner.

"Okay! I agree!" Taking a deep breath, Elder Golden Thunderbolt's big rough hand gripped the miserable white horn in his hand and nodded.

As soon as these words came out, they immediately attracted everyone's attention, no one thought that in such a situation, a transaction would be completed, and the old orc would actually get a promise from Elder Jin Pi in such a way, which couldn't help but make many people scratch their heads, could it be that this dwarf elder has something unspeakable!

"Then the time is set for next month's Hundred Regiments Championship!" the old orc said, with a hint of impatience in his words.

"Yes!" Elder Kim agreed.

"We'll bring the materials and drawings we need!" the old orc said slowly, as if he had been prepared for this.

"No problem!" Elder Golden Bolt nodded.

"Hehehe!" It was only at this point that the old orc let out a sigh of relief and smiled comfortably.

"Then we will also participate in the Hundred Group Championship next month, let's bring the materials and drawings!" "The elven elven elder, who had watched the conversation between the two for a long time, suddenly interjected.

"Yes!" Elder Jin Pi agreed.

Hearing this reply, Elder Bobosha's expression finally changed, and it took a lot of effort to forge two weapons at the same time in a month, or rather, it was a big challenge for Elder Jin Pi, who was already old.

But the latter still agreed, both the fulfillment of the promise he had just made, and the helplessness of having to do something, which could not help but make him worry about his body, although the dwarf has a long life, it is still not enough to withstand the sharp blade of time.

"Next, let me see what this little Terran guy has to say!" As if not at all worried about whether the deal between himself and Elder Golden Thunderbolt would be realized, the old orc's gaze had already shifted to Krezer, who was standing beside him, and stared at him with interest.

"Hehe!" the elven elder chuckled.

For this little Terran guy who sent back the elf Monica, although he heard a lot of narration about his deeds from the mouth of the elf, he only regarded it as a story, after all, there are too many exaggerated elements in the many descriptions of the elf.

But he was also very curious about how this little Terran guy got the promise of these dwarves, and there would be four dwarven masters to build weapons for him at the same time, otherwise it would be impossible for one of the masters to create a qualified weapon in half a day.

Perhaps, the old orc on the other side of the wall saw this, so he asked this question, because the silver spear was really heavy for a human being, and he didn't have enough strength to lift it at all.

As soon as the old orc's words were asked, no one noticed that the other two dwarven elders who had never appeared before appeared at Kraser's side and were putting on the two things in their hands.

Bracers? A pair of bracers?!

After seeing clearly what Krazer was wearing, a big question mark rose in everyone's hearts!

Why is it a pair of bracers?

What the hell is this situation?