In the middle of a clanging bang, Diego struggled to open his eyes.

Blurry in front of him, rubbing his eyes, Diego sat up from the bed. Although the range of movements was not large, with this series of movements, he only felt that his entire brain was scattered like yellow eggs, swaying in the skull, making people dizzy and headaches.

He couldn't help but let out a painful moan. groaned, and quickly stopped all movements. After a while, the pain slowly subsided.

He turned his head cautiously and looked around, and the place he saw was unfamiliar.

It is a dwarven style house. The furnishings in the room were simple and plain, except for a cabinet and a wooden table and his fart. There was no other furniture in the house for this bed under the thighs.

"Where am I?" He thought about it for a while and wasn't sure where it was, in fact, during this time, he spent most of his time in a daze, his consciousness was stiff as if it had been filled with lead, and he couldn't turn at all.

At that moment, a sharp pain came from his throat, irritating his brain. He licked his lips subconsciously, instinctively searching for the room.

Although it was very conspicuous, Diego's dull gaze swept back and forth several times before he was sure that the copper kettle on the bedside table was what he was looking for. He picked up the kettle in a trance, and drank it with the spout of the cow.

The cold liquid entered his parched throat, and he felt an indescribable sensation of relief. He poured half a pot in one go, and only then did he feel that his whole body was much more relaxed, and his brain finally cleared up, as if the soul that had been lost for a long time had finally been recovered.

He got up from the bed as smoothly as he could, and walked towards the door.

Pulling open the door, the dazzling sunlight suddenly shone into his eyes, making him reflexively squint, and after a while, he finally saw the surrounding scene clearly after adapting to the light.

It was a small courtyard twenty yards square, and opposite Diego was a forge with an iron-smelting furnace, from which the clanging sound of forging could be heard. On the left side of the courtyard are piles of various ores and forged blanks, while on the right shelves are stacked some forged weapons and tools.

Diego staggered to the door of the workshop and looked inside.

In the workshop, Serrum, shirtless and with a blacksmith's apron on his chest, was vigorously forging a strip of steel billet. This kind of work, which usually requires two people to do for a human blacksmith, can be done by the old dwarf alone. Relying on the control of strength alone, he used a single hammer to achieve the effect of a sledgehammer and a small hammer.

Serum was so focused on forging that he didn't even notice Diego's arrival. His movements were as steady as a machine, his thick arms barely out of shape, and he looked like a moving steel statue.

"Are you alright, man?" As he inserted the blank into the bucket to quench it, the old dwarf finally noticed Diego poking at the door.

"Alive." Diego said in a dry voice. Yesterday, he didn't want to drink so much, but after a few glasses of wine, he didn't need the old dwarf to persuade him to drink, so he began to go around with his cup to find someone to drink.

"Would you like to knock a few times?" Serum shoved the cooled billet into the furnace again and raised an eyebrow at Diego. For dwarves, the best way to deprive themselves is to go to the forge and do something casually, and just sweat.

"No, I feel so weak that I can't even lift a toothpick right now." Diego shook his head and rejected his suggestion.

"I mean, it's not like you at all, you know, we both everyone in the bar last night." Serum said triumphantly, "I'm sure the drunkards of the entire dwarven district are impressed with you right now. ”。

"Flip? Do you mean fighting, or do you mean fighting? Diego asked suspiciously, they had been drinking since noon yesterday and had been drinking until midnight, and he still remembered the beginning, but what happened afterwards was completely unclear.

"Both, first it was a fight, then a fight!"

"No wonder!" Diego suddenly, he grinned and touched his cheeks, I said, how can I drink and loosen my back molars?

"Tell me, what did you come to me for?" Just as Diego wondered if he should find a mirror to look at his swollen old face, Serum suddenly said.

"Huh?" Diego was stunned for a moment, "Oh, it's okay, I'm just here to drink with you, it's okay." ”

"Come on, man, if it's okay, you won't come to me!" The old dwarf had a "you have already been seen through by me" expression.

"Okay, okay, I'm here to find you to smelt a demonized essentia ingot!" Diego said with some embarrassment.

"Demonic essentia?" The old dwarf's face suddenly became solemn, and he pulled the billet out of the stove with his iron tongs, threw it on the anvil, and walked towards the door.

"You're talking about demonic essentia ingots?"

Diego didn't speak, just nodded.

Serum casually slumped on top of an iron ingot in the doorway, lost in thought.

Diego was not worried that he would refuse, because for a dwarven blacksmith, it was the supreme honor to participate in the forging of an extraordinary work, and no one could refuse the temptation.

You must know that in the history of Azeroth, almost every weapon forged with demonic essentia ingots is an artifact, and this the most primordial substance in the world of Azeroth is the best carrier of all kinds of extraordinary powers, whether it is the power of a dragon or the power of the elements, demonized essentia ingots can exert their most powerful power.

Back in ancient times, goblins created the carrier of the artifact Dragon's Soul, a golden disc, for Deathwing. And in Deathwing. Sex. After escaping into the Deep Rock Continent, the goblins created essentia armor for Deathwing, restraining its cracked body from disintegrating and collapsing.

In Diego's previous life, the Demonic Essentia Ingot was also the main material for forging the Blessed Sword of the Thunder Fury Wind Chaser, which was infused with the power of the Wind Elemental Prince Sunderland, and possessed unparalleled power.

Diego didn't have to wait long. The dwarf was silent for less than half an hour before he stood up again.

"Sorry man, I'm going to have to sit quietly for a while to make sure I don't get blown up by this amazing news!" He took a deep breath, then looked at Diego expectantly and said, "You didn't lie to me just now, did you?" ”

"Of course not." Diego took the treasure chest from the demon cloth bag and opened it in front of the dwarf.

"Oh my God, it's beautiful!" Thrum looked at the glittering shard with straight eyes and muttered as he reached out to touch it. Immediately afterward, the amazing experience that Diego had had the other day happened to him again.

After a few minutes or so, Thrum finally came to his senses, and he struggled to look away from the debris and look at Diego.

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