"Wait, are you serious?" Albert said in surprise.

Dineh gave him a strange look: "Why not?" ”

Albert found himself speechless.

yes, why not? He just subconsciously thought that Dinin didn't have the skills in this area, but what if the other party really knew something about it?

He patted his forehead, sighed, and gave in: "Okay, listen to you." ”

After unifying the internal opinions, Dineen turned to look at the blacksmith: "What about your decision?" ”

Chamberlain had been watching their conversation with his arms crossed, and when he heard this, he smiled roughly, "Let's talk about the materials you want." ”

"Seven bronze ingots, twelve steel ingots, three fluxes and two heavy skins of standard specifications." Dinen calculated, "And ...... fuel"

"Fuel is mine." Chamberlain said happily, "This price is very reasonable." ”

"Then the deal." Dinen reached out to shake his hand, slightly surprised at how expensive it was compared to expectations. He gave two gold coins, half of which were for the furnace's rent and fuel. But the other party didn't care about this, but simply calculated the price of the material.

The blacksmith turned around and went to the backyard to move materials, Dineen turned around, saw that Albert was still in a daze, and slapped the other party's back: "Why are you stunned, go pull the bellows." ”

The young man stumbled unsuspectingly, and when he stood still, he gave him a reproachful look, but was ignored by Dining's customary practice. Albert could only ask helplessly: "Do you have any requirements?" ”

Dinen thought for a moment and reduced the request to a minimum: "Keep it at a constant speed." "As long as the temperature of the flame is stable, it is enough, and he will take care of the rest.

Albert shrugged his shoulders and walked over to his assigned position. Dineen briefly looked at the tool and nodded.

"Let's get started." He said.

***

Had it not been for the fact that the armor he needed to repair was met with the blacksmith's injured finger, Dineen never thought he would be standing by the furnace wielding a hammer. But for the next day's battle, he had to pick up these tools, which were only a little larger than knives and forks, and clumsily began to try them under the guidance of the blacksmith.

His talent in this area was not amazing, at least not at all comparable to the first time he held the sword. So Dinein should have regarded this attempt as a problem that had already been solved, ignoring the blacksmith's fierce praise, and once again picked up his sword and rushed into battle, sinking in the slaughter.

- if he didn't feel the tranquility in it.

When the hammer struck the metal with a clangling sound, his heart shook violently. The noisy noise, the heat, the sweat, the blacksmith's chatter and irritability were all smashed mercilessly by this sound. In that moment, an unprecedented lucidity and peace enveloped him, and for the first time he did not feel the pain that should have been with him.

So Dinin gradually studied this skill. He didn't expect to be a master, and finding peace in the process was what he really needed.

And he got his wish.

From then on, Dineen no longer had to go to the tavern to get drunk to forget everything, and the fear and pain that had lingered in his dreams for so long receded in a sonorous voice. He no longer needed a life-and-death kill to stimulate his nerves, and the dance of fire and metal made him feel his presence clearly. So Dineh gradually became calm, strong, and like a normal person, he stood up and faced his suffering.

And as he was healed, his skills grew day by day. Although it is not yet comparable to the world-famous grandmasters, Dining's level is already unmatched.

At least for now, he's a breeze to deal with.

***

Albert and Bleen were both a little stunned.

The blacksmith was stunned because he found that Dineh's movements were beyond imagination.

Those scarred hands were stable and terrible at this time, and there was no trembling at all. Each blow was clearly calculated and planned, and the hammer rotated in his hand like a finger, changing the direction it was facing as he pleased, holding it forward, holding it backwards, sandwiching it between his fingers...... Even the most difficult angles can be applied by him just right. Timing and power are used efficiently, without the slightest waste. His movements are concise and coordinated, seemingly in a hurry, but in fact he carries out every step in an orderly manner. The metal quickly changed shape with such a precise and powerful thrashing, gradually taking shape at a speed and in a way he had never seen before.

The artisan must follow the characteristics of the material in order to produce a perfect work, which is his personal experience. But at this time, Brenen did not feel any humility in Dinein's actions, but felt a kind of declaration.

- This is my territory, here and now, I rule everything, metal, fire and air, everything must follow my will!

This is the act of a tyrant, and it is also a strength to look up to. With such skills, even if he doesn't know the real ceiling of the other party, this man is obviously enough to be called a master - because that kind of free bearing is the embodiment of having absolute confidence.

Even if this man was so young, even if at this time he had in his hands nothing more than ordinary metal that could be found everywhere, Chamberlen had no doubt that even the rare materials in the world would inevitably be tamed by him when they came under these hands.

The other person's astonishment was not for the same reason.

Albert didn't know anything about blacksmithing, he knew at most what these things were for, but he had never touched on the more specific parts, so he couldn't see how skilled Dinin was, as long as he knew that his partner was good enough to forge a good weapon.

But no matter how easy you are with your hand movements, can you please be serious? Look at the empty eyes and the way their eyes wander, they are clearly distracted!

was amazed by Chamberen's movements, but Albert was terrified to watch. He was really worried that Dinen would lose concentration and hurt himself. The splashing sparks, the occasional flames, and the hammer that swirled in his hand and brushed the edge of his other hand from time to time, even the clip in Dineen's hand did not reassure him a little - because it was useless! How can he feel at ease?

Immersed in his own world, Dineen had no idea what they were thinking. It had been a long time since he had picked up a forging hammer. But it was not difficult for him to create ordinary weapons out of ordinary metal, and he didn't even have to think about it, but it was the best way to relax. Once again in this state of complete relaxation, the negative emotions that had accumulated in his heart for a long time quickly dissipated. His thoughts became rational and peaceful, as if the stains on the blade of his sword had been wiped clean and he had returned to his sharpness and sharpness.

In the end, he didn't even use a chisel, but used the edge of the hammer to knock out a groove of blood on the surface of the already formed longsword, and then threw it into the sink to quench it. This is not his workshop, there are no special quenching solutions, no auxiliary additives, no special grinding tools. Due to the constraints, he can only use a little means when building. But when it comes to price-performance ratio, it's much better than the finished products that can be purchased directly here.

The bronze one-handed axe was for Thrall - considering that the Hammer of Doom was also a one-handed weapon, and as for what Thrall was going to do with his other hand, who couldn't cast spells now, Dineen decided to get some gunpowder to use as a grenade - the steel two-handed warhammer was Albert's, and the one-handed sword of the same texture was his own. Having finished forging and polishing the weapon in an orderly manner as planned, Dinen came back to his senses only to realize that several hours had passed. The intuitive feeling is that he is hungry now.

Looking at his results, he picked up the hammer and threw it to Albert: "Well, try it." Let's go to dinner. ”

Because he didn't know when he could stop, Albert kept honestly pulling the bellows to keep the fire at a balanced temperature. But he always felt that Dineen didn't seem to care too much about that. During the heating, the craftsman would place the metal in the area at the right temperature, for which he once almost put his entire arm into the hearth. And Albert's role in the whole process...... Seems like just keep the fire intact?

But when his new weapon fell into his hands, Albert's slight grumblings suddenly dissipated without a trace. Almost as soon as he got his hands on it, he felt a sense of fit that he had never felt before. The young man brandished the weapon with joy, experiencing its perfect feel. Although the material was ordinary, and the exterior was plain and nothing outstanding - sorry, Dineen didn't have any artistic talent, so he didn't bother to add purely decorative patterns, but definitely focused on practicality - but the hammer was perfectly suited to his body and habits, and a simple attempt at Albert was enough to determine that it was better than all the weapons he had used since he left home...... Maybe before you leave home?

Albert wasn't sure of that, as Dineen was using just ordinary materials. The weapons he crafted were made of the more expensive Adamantite and Mithril. And he didn't quite believe that his partner's level could surpass that of the master blacksmith, knowing that he was-

"Have you tried it?" Dineen interrupted his thoughts and asked.

Albert came to his senses and nodded immediately.

"Excellent, man!" His joy was palpable, "I must apologize to you for my previous contempt, your level is simply outstanding!" ”

"Oh, I know that, too." Dineen said disapprovingly. His ability in forging is as good as his ability in battle, and few are qualified to question it. Even because the former had far fewer competitors than the latter—after all, there were many fledgling people who could learn how to use a weapon in a matter of days, but even an experienced craftsman couldn't master the four methods of handling essentia ingots in a few days—he was even more confident in this, "If it's okay, let's go eat." ”

"Wait," Albert reminded, "what about the bow and arrow?" ”

Chamberlain, who had been watching from the sidelines, laughed at this point and interjected, "No one will make a bow and arrow out of metal, young man. It won't take long for them to break, and then you'll know how serious the consequences really are. ”

Dineen frowned.

Metal could not be used to make bows and arrows, which was a common sense statement for people of this period. Because common metals don't have enough elasticity and toughness, the best bows are often made of wood and further strengthened by enchantment. In the hands of bow-making elves, some of the carefully treated wood is even more indestructible than metal.

However, Dineh's knowledge is far beyond others' imagination, so he knows that it is not uncommon for bows to be made of metal, but the materials used are really a headache.

For example, the cheapest metal he knew of was Titan Steel, a material made from Titan Iron, which was produced only in small quantities in Northrend, and three eternal elements obtained from the remains of the corresponding elemental creatures, and even the recipe for the smelting was developed twelve years later, at the end of the Northrend Expedition. And now, not to mention the Titan Divine Iron, even elemental creatures can probably only be seen occasionally in Dalaran.

He sighed: "I can't handle this, let's do it separately." ”

So they spent three gold coins for the ash bow that Dinin had previously set his eye on, plus one silver coin of arrows—that is, a hundred. In this way, the preparation of the weapon is completed. Burlen, the blacksmith, was kind enough to point out the location of the hotel and shop, and recommended local specialties by the way.

The two men thanked him for his guidance, armed and prepared to leave. Unexpectedly, Albert in front of him braked sharply as soon as he walked to the door, and Dineen almost hit the war hammer behind him. He was about to ask what was going on, when he heard a clear female voice outside the door.

"Dad, I'm back...... Hey? ”