“Bang！ Bang！ Bang……”

The hammer is smashing down! Sparks splashed everywhere, and Charlotte seemed to hear it, and the gradually forming sword embryo on the iron felt was shouting!

"Pain!"

"Misery!"

"My hatred burns in the abyss!"

"The world trembles because of my torment!"

"The kingdom of sorrow crumbles in my rage!"

"Eventually, all of Azeroth will be destroyed!"

"In the shadow of my wings, all things are ashes......"

Alice grabbed the little black dragon that sneaked out of the shadows and muttered.

This little black dragon head is big and small, and it looks a little funny. However, it has limbs and wings, and is not a wyvern. It has a trace of dragon power in its purest form, but it is very thin......

Alice took the little black dragon in her arms and asked, "I said Onexia, what are you muttering?" ”

Baby Onexia struggled desperately in Alice's arms, but in the end she had no choice but to give up.

The little black dragon princess said in a milky voice: "I don't know, why can't I help but say it?" ”

Xia Luoxin on the side said: I said, why is there still a dubbing? Feelings are yours at fault.

But this baby Onexia has grown up a lot now! It used to be the size of a domestic cat, but now it's bigger than Teddy.

According to Alice, she raised Onexia in the Shadow Realm, where food is plentiful and under Alice's protection, there is no danger.

All things that are refined by Alice's shadow will have certain shadow characteristics. And as long as it is a positive energy creature from the non-upper plane, it can be refined by Alice and become her power.

For apart from light and darkness, everything else has a shadow. The Seventh Witch is the Witch who controls the shadows......

The sound of tinkling was incessant, and the hammer, which was two circles bigger than Charlotte's fist, "came to life" in the old ironskin's hand, like a nimble elf dancing.

That feeling is called charm!

Old Iron Sheet has turned a job that requires physical strength and skill into an art!

The sound of the hammer struck loud and small, far and near. Crisp or melodious, short or long...... Everyone thinks that the sound of striking iron is actually like a moving music!

The poet on the side suddenly seemed to be crazy, hurriedly took out the pen and paper he was carrying, and wrote in a panic and excited! Because I was so excited, I actually broke the quill pen!

He didn't care about that, so he just bit his finger and wrote it in blood!

Charlotte craned her neck and glanced at it...... Artists are all crazy people, Charlotte said: I can't understand what crazy people are writing.

The old iron sheet completely ignored the melon-eating crowd of onlookers. In his world, there is only this iron felt, this iron hammer, and the sword embryo!

The firelight became brighter and brighter, the sound of percussion became more and more rapid, and in the midst of the sparks, the hammer in the old iron sheet was heavier than the other!

Gradually, everyone actually felt the ground under their feet shake slightly. The air is even starting to shake!

The shriveled muscles of the old tin swelled again, and the aging skin became smooth! Sweat is rolling down!

One hammer, two hammers...... The movement is getting louder and louder! With each hammer blow, waves of air shocks erupted!

Charlotte: They had to stay away!

The greatsword is taking shape!

Brother's eyes widened! His lips trembled!

"This, this is going to, going to advance?! Old Iron Skin, Old Iron Skin is about to advance to the Legendary Grandmaster! ”

The black dwarves who were watching on the sidelines all shed tears excitedly, and some even cried!

It turned out that Lao Tie Sheet was an epic blacksmith master, the only remaining blacksmith master in the Daxing'an Mountains.

Since the division of the Dwarven kingdom, Moradin seems to have stopped caring for them. They are getting worse and worse. The population is declining, and resources are decreasing. Even progression and growth have become very slow!

In this world, we talk about fate, and in the Celestial Empire, we talk about luck, but in fact, it means the same. Charlotte felt that the desperation was due to the fall of the kingdom, which damaged the luck of the dwarves.

Hundreds of years ago, in the Great Xing'an Mountains, there were several dwarven blacksmith grandmasters of the legendary rank. At that time, the casting of divine weapons was assisted by magic scrolls! I don't know how many hand-me-down magic weapons have been produced.

But what about now? It's already too much to deal with epic material!

The dwarves are eating the old Ben! And it's getting weaker and weaker! What's more, the dwarves have become discouraged in their hearts.

But! Today, Old Iron Sheet is actually going to advance to the legendary blacksmith grandmaster! Does this mean that Moradin has once again noticed them, this confused people?

The forging never stopped, and on the top of the old iron sheet's head, a tall dwarf phantom appeared!

He or he couldn't see his face clearly, but he could see the thick, neat hair and a mighty golden armor!

The giant phantom was armed with a hammer and rhythmically tapping on the felt......

Behind Charlotte, a dwarven old priest in a white linen robe stumbled down the elevator with the help of two junior priests. Then he fell to the ground and burst into tears.

The old priest looked older and frail than the old tin skin. In fact, the reason why Lao Tie Sheet has survived until now is not only because of his long life, but also because he is an epic blacksmith master.

"Oh! Moradin is on top! My God is above! I've finally waited for you......"

The old priest wanted to say something, but he couldn't stop crying.

At this time, everyone reacted, and the phantom ...... It's Moradin, the god of dwarves!

In all Moradin temples or shrines, there will be an anvil and a furnace. They are carefully maintained by the priest and are guaranteed to burn all the time.

The old priest took over the temple from his teacher, and every day he diligently tended to the flames in the temple's furnace.

But the flame was so faint, so small, that it never grew strong......

The old priest did not dare to speculate on the thoughts of Moradin the Soul Forger. But he also felt privately that the division of the dwarven kingdom had disappointed Moradin.

Now, Moradin has finally set his sights on this place again!

…… After a while, the great dwarven phantom vanished, and the old tin stopped. The greatsword has basically taken shape.

Old Ironhide puts the greatsword back into the furnace for calcination, which will be the last calcination!

At this time, the card that Charlotte had already held in his hand suddenly began to heat up! And it's getting hotter and hotter, and it's a little hard to catch!

It's that finest card: Ashkandi, the Sword of the Brotherhood forge blueprint!

Charlotte knew it was time.

He threw the cards with all his might, and then began to pull out other materials without stopping.

The head of a gold-level dragon creature, the eyes of an epic dragon creature, the dragon crystal and blood of the bald-tailed old Li......

Every time Charlotte took out something, it flew to the red-hot furnace. In the end, Charlotte was even pouring out!

The flame of the furnace was already an abnormal dark red, and the humming and haha on the "hamster pulley" were already tired and paralyzed and unable to run!

But the flames began to erupt abnormally!

It even poured out of the furnace, forming a two-meter-thick pillar of dark red fire. The temperature of the pillar of fire was so high that even the old iron sheet had to retreat.

The dwarves were shocked: what kind of magic scroll did Charlotte use! Amazing, right?

At this time, a huge phantom appeared in mid-air! That's a black dragon!

"Everyone, be careful!" The elder brother immediately shouted, and raised his shield in front of the crowd.

Charlotte was a little dumbfounded, because the illusory black dragon ...... How is it so much like Nefarian, the prince of the black dragon?

At this time, Onexia also broke free from Alice's embrace.

"Onexia is taking a deep breath......" it cried out in a milky voice.

Then two dragons, one big and one small, spewed dark red flames together!

The pillar of fire was infused with two strands of dragon flame, but it shrank smaller and smaller!

In the end, Nefarian's phantom disappeared, and Onexia was tired!

The flame is out! A dark red two-handed greatsword stuck in the middle of molten iron!