Shireya walked out of the door of a refining building with a sad face, there are many shops such as the refining pavilion, refining building, and refining hall in Lingwu City, but the world is as black as a crow, and it is the word "expensive".

Throughout the morning, he walked around one refining building after another, and asked Ziyue to help take a look, and found that the materials that could be used were all calculated based on intermediate-level yuan crystals, although some attics were marked, as long as you buy materials, you can help forge spiritual weapons for free, but Shireya really has no money, and the joy of just getting more than a hundred low-level yuan crystals is gone at this time, and he finds that he is not a "little rich" but a real poor ghost.

Just as he was wandering the streets aimlessly, he heard someone talking.

"Hey, did you hear that? There's a new dwarven smith on the mall. ”

"I've heard about it, I've been there, but the old thing has a bit of a weird temper and kicked me out. ”

"Yes, driving away customers, where can such a person get business, but to put it mildly, I think the dwarves are all weird-tempered. ”

"Dwarven forger!" Shirea felt a sense of familiarity when he heard the name, and it had been a long time since he had left Lamia Village, but he was thrilled whenever he remembered the face of the Hammer Master.

For many days and months, he spent time in the steel hammer smithy with the upright dwarf master, the steel hammer was selfless to him, taught him everything about himself, even the purple moon sword in his belly was built by the steel hammer master himself, and he was not paid at all.

Therefore, Shirea naturally has a reverence for the dwarves, so when he hears this name, he feels like he has seen a relative.

He hurried forward to stop the two.

The two men asked strangely, "Brother Ren, what is the matter with you?"

Shireya asked anxiously, "Where is the dwarven master you just mentioned?"

"Dwarven master, it's just an ordinary dwarven forger, this brother doesn't know yet, only a dwarf who can forge treasures can be called a master. ”

It turns out that in the dwarf world, there are also levels, the lowest level is the dwarf who can only forge spiritual weapons, which is called a blacksmith, and those who can forge spiritual weapons can be called blacksmiths, those who can forge treasure weapons are respected as masters, those who can forge royal weapons are respected as grandmasters, those who can forge venerable weapons are called great grandmasters, those who can forge holy weapons are called holy masters, and those who can forge artifacts are called divine masters.

These were not known to Shirea, who had called the Hammer a master in the village of Lamia, and even if he had known this, he would probably not have changed his words, for he felt that this was the only way to reflect the status of the dwarven blacksmiths in his mind.

"Where's the master?" asked Shirea repeatedly.

"Right around the corner of that street. ”

"Oh, thanks. Shirea hurriedly dropped a word and hurried towards his destination.

It was only at the corner of a street that he found the dilapidated blacksmith shop with a simple plaque hanging on it, "Dwarven Blacksmith's Shop".

"This is it!" Shirea was a little excited at this time, he couldn't help rubbing his palms, calming his mood for a while, and then pushing the door in.

The air in the blacksmith shop was very poor, and the hot breath was so hot that people were breathless, and a dwarf with a brown beard on his face was engrossed in swinging the sledgehammer in his hand and smashing it towards an axe-shaped spiritual weapon, he was very short and only about one meter eight, but his arms were five or six times as thick as Shirea's, and the muscles on it were knotted, and the exposed green tendons and short body became a huge contrast.

Shirea couldn't help but compare his appearance to that of the Master of Hammer, and through comparison, he found that this dwarf was much stronger than Hammerhammer.

Shireya stood silently aside, looking at Aofeng, hammering the giant axe one after another, without interrupting him in the slightest.

After a long time, the dwarven smith stopped, put the giant axe in the water to cool, and then took it out and carefully examined it, then nodded with satisfaction and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

At this time, Ao Feng sensed the presence of Shirea, and turned his head to look at him in surprise, normally, the guests would not concentrate on watching him forge, but would shout loudly every time he entered, which made him angry several times.

So a hint of approval flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Shireya carefully, and thought to himself, "This kid's cultivation is so low, he won't come in and ask me to build a spirit soldier, right?"

So he spoke: "Child, you are in the wrong place, and the task of building spirit soldiers is not accepted here. ”

Shirea had just watched the entire casting process carefully, and was still slowly reminiscing about it, when he heard the dwarven forger calling him, and was startled.

"Ah, Master, are you calling me?"

"Master!" Ao Feng heard this word, and his heart felt a little more comfortable, no one had ever called him a master in the past, in fact, he had been secretly working hard to become a master of forging.

He looked at Shireya again and didn't feel a little more pleasing to the eye, his tone softened, and he repeated again: "I'm sorry, I don't take on the task of building spirit soldiers, I only build spirit weapons." ”

Shirea hurriedly said, "I'm here to ask you to help me look at the spirit weapon!"

"Oh, you're not kidding. Ao Feng looked at him suspiciously

"Yes!" Shirea nodded firmly.

"So take a look?"

Sireya took out the Purple Moon Sword and handed it to Ao Feng.

Ao Feng saw that it was really a spiritual weapon, and this weapon was incomparably gorgeous, and the workmanship was incomparably exquisite, and it was natural, so he suddenly had a sense of curiosity and hurriedly grabbed it to take a look. It didn't matter what he saw, but he was so excited that his hands were trembling, and his eyes were shining with a scorching light, as if a pervert had met a stunning beauty.

"It's ...... Horcrux!" he couldn't help but scream.

Shirea's eyes were full of doubts and puzzles: what does this "Horcrux" really mean?

At this time, Ao Feng gently stroked each texture of the great sword, like caressing a newborn baby, he had long heard of Horcruxes in the clan, Horcruxes were a special magic weapon that could only be forged by the High Elves who willingly gave their souls and bodies.

Unlike other magic weapons, the Horcrux's spirit has a high level of spiritual intelligence from the beginning, and it is a magic weapon with infinite room for growth. But the High Elves are too arrogant, and would rather have their souls shattered than become other people's machine spirits, so Ao Feng and many other dwarves have only heard of this magic weapon in legends, and they have never had the opportunity to see it, and they didn't expect to finally see it today, fulfilling one of his dreams!

At this time, he looked at this ignorant little spiritual priest standing aside with a complicated expression, and couldn't figure out how he could make the arrogant elf dedicate his soul, maybe there was something in him that others didn't have, but he hadn't discovered it yet. Thinking of this, Ao Feng looked at Shirea differently.

He took the initiative to ask, "Young man, my name is Aofeng, what's your name?"

"My name is Shirea. Shirea returned.

Ao Feng explained with a complicated expression: "Horcrux is a magic weapon that specifically refers to the High Elves taking the initiative to make contracts with other races and becoming a tool spirit, I don't know how you made a contract with the High Elves, but you let me see the real Horcruxes." ”

Shireya only understood a little now, because of Sister Ziyue, his Purple Moon Sword became a Horcrux, and he said, "The main reason why I came today is to ask the master to help me improve the level of this spirit weapon. ”

Ao Feng kept stroking the big sword, and said regretfully: "Indeed, the material is too poor! Although the elf who signed the contract with you helped change its appearance, the essence of the material has not changed, it is only a first-level material, Xingchen Iron, how can a horcrux be forged with such a low-level material! The growth of the instrument spirit is also insufficient, and it can only be reluctantly promoted to a two-star spirit weapon." In his opinion, it is not an exaggeration to forge Horcruxes with such precious materials.

Shirea didn't say anything, after all, this was forged by Master Steel Hammer with his most precious material, of course, in the eyes of Master Aofeng, Xingchen Iron became garbage.

"Young man, I'm going to start right away, I can't wait!" Ao Feng suddenly looked very excited, eager to start reforging immediately.

"Master, we haven't negotiated the price yet!" Shirea was stunned.

"I'll wait until the price is finished! I'm going to draw up a contract for the smithy, and you sign it. Ao Feng put down his sword and immediately drafted two identical contracts, which recorded the specifications of the Purple Moon Sword, the goal of promotion, and the time to pick up the goods.

Shirea signed his name in a daze.

"In duplicate, put it away. Ao Feng stuffed one of them into Shirea's arms, and wanted to carry the Purple Moon Sword into the forging room at the back.

When Sireya saw that Aofeng was about to enter, he hurriedly shouted, "Master, can I help with forging!" After all, if he was separated from Ziyue alone, he couldn't put his mind at ease.

"You're going to help me, can you?" Ao Feng turned his head to look at him suspiciously.

Shirea suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly took out the badge that the steel hammer had given him at that time from the storage bag: "You see, I once had an apprenticeship with a dwarven master. ”

"It's ...... The badge of the clan!" Ao Feng was stunned: "How can you have a dwarf token. ”

"It was given to me by the Dwarven Master!" said Shirea.

Ao Feng put down his sword and stepped forward, taking the badge and examining it carefully a few times, when suddenly he burst out laughing and slapped Shirea on the shoulder, causing the latter to sit on the ground with his legs limp.

"Hahaha, oh, I'm sorry. Ao Feng hurriedly pulled Shirea who was sitting on the ground up, "I'm so excited to meet another dwarf, young man, you are our dwarf's friend." ”

Shirea was also confused and didn't know what was going on. In fact, the dwarves have always had a clear love and hate, and they are very stubborn, if once they identify as friends, as long as they don't do things that anger and resentment, they will always be your friends.

"Okay, then I'll ask you to be my assistant, but it's not easy, if you don't think you can do it, just watch from the sidelines." ”

"It's okay master, I'm already satisfied to be able to watch by your side. Shirea smiled.