Happy days are short-lived, and after a week, Diego and Masrae finally decided to go, and for the adventurous and wandering duo, this is not the end of their journey. But the day before they departed, Jack Rockleg mysteriously invited them to the blacksmith's shed.

When Diego and Masrae arrived at the blacksmith's shack full of curiosity, Kotaz Blackhammer, the legendary blacksmith inspired by the forger Kazgros, was waiting with red eyes and high spirits, surrounded by a dozen dwarven helpers, all of whom looked exhausted. But like the Black Hammer, the dwarves are just as excited, and they're all looking forward to the birth of a great work.

In the clearing in the middle of the shed, a crucible the size of a watermelon was burning red in a small furnace, and Diego noticed a number of raised dwarven runes on the outer walls of the crucible, which he estimated to have a warming effect. At this moment, the liquid in the crucible was boiling violently, and from time to time bubbles came out of it, popping.

It was a cauldron full of incandescent, viscous liquid that looked like the melt of some kind of metal. The Black Hammer of Kotaz carefully removed the cauldron from the furnace with iron tongs and poured it onto the table. As the crucible was flipped, the viscous liquid inside was poured out and poured onto the clean steel plate that had been prepared in advance. Diego noticed that they had been poured out whole, and that there was no trickle left in the cauldron.

The steel plate is specially made, and the middle is slightly concave, like a shallow dish. The red-hot liquid twisted, wriggled, and deformed on the steel plate, but it did not stick to the steel plate like a cloud of mercury. If it weren't for watching the molten liquid pour out of the white-hot cauldron, Diego would have almost thought it was a ooze monster (ooze monsters are naturally afraid of heat and flame).

"Is it liquid memory metal? Are these Black Iron Dwarves going to make a T1000 (the liquid machine qì man in the movie "The Terminator")? Oh my God, is the world really going to fall apart? Diego felt that the scene in front of him was really beyond the limits of his imagination, and he wondered if there was a fellow human who had crossed over into one of the black iron dwarves in front of him.

But the black iron dwarves remained motionless, allowing the molten to wriggle and twist on its own. They stared at it intently, their eyes burning hotter than the molten liquid. But under the gaze of this fiery gaze, the molten metal finally began to slowly cool down.

As the liquid cooled, Diego saw a slight bump appear on the surface of the liquid, and then more, as if the scales of some animal were coming to the surface.

"Is it a fish?" Diego guessed in his heart. Well, he couldn't help but think crankily with his thought patterns broken, and Azeroth couldn't stop his imagination at all.

But as it turned out, he was completely wrong. When the molten liquid finally came to rest and no longer deformed, when it turned back to a solid silvery white, no longer hot, when its shape appeared intact in front of Diego's eyes, he finally understood what it was.

It was a scale armor, a shiny, beautiful scale armor. Its surface was as smooth and bright as glass, and even if a fly landed on it, it would slip and split its legs, and fine pieces of light shimmered on its surface, as if reflecting the starlight and moonlight.

Kotaz Blackhammer didn't even wait for the scale armor to cool down completely, so he eagerly lifted it from the steel plate, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt meat—even if it was no longer red, the temperature of the metal was still not to be underestimated—but Blackhammer didn't mean to let go at all, and the black-iron dwarves in the shed let out a loud cheer that could tear off the roof of the shed. They were as excited and fanatical as mad scientists, and they passed the scale armor from one to the other, like a gift from the dwarven father, Kazgros—in the eyes of the dwarves, it was. Even Diego and Masrae took it in their hands and took a closer look.

The shiny silver armor was similar to the style of the shirt, with short elbow-length sleeves and a hem that covered half of the thighs. Its scales are not in the shape of ordinary shellfish, but in the shape of a shark's shield, which is said to be the shape of a dragon's scale. Each piece of armor was the size of a copper coin, pressed one piece at a time, carefully strung together layer by layer with magic threads, which are often used by necromancers to stitch abominations, and were super tough.

Diego was sure that it wasn't made for a dwarf, as no dwarf had that size, and it wasn't made for Masrae Bearskin, because the druids rejected any metal armor, and these children of nature believed that any metal smelting and forging was a disservice to the earth, and for the druids, wearing leather armor made of animal skins was already the limit of what they could accept. Well, Diego had already guessed that it was a gift from the Black Iron Dwarves - and while it wasn't known if Diego did it on purpose, the Dwarves had realized how much his cooking skills had helped the Dwarves. The dwarves have never been an ungrateful race, and they will always give everything they have to repay their loyal friends.

The chain mail is made entirely of Mithril and feels thinner than soft sheepskin, and you won't even be able to see it if you wear it inside the burqa - in fact, if you don't want to deliberately arouse people's greed, you'd better wear it inside the burqa. Diego lifted the entire scale armor in his hand, it weighed about eight or nine pounds, and for his current strength, it was almost the same as zero weight. As the pinnacle of his life's forging career, the Black Iron Dwarf Kotaz Black Hammer used up the Mithril he had accumulated for many years on this scale armor, and the other Black Iron Dwarves in the camp also helped him a lot. This ore is a priceless treasure in all planes, malleable as bronze, but can be ground to shine like a diamond. Dwarves can craft it into metal that is stronger than steel but light as sheepskin. It is as beautiful and brilliant as silver, but the luster of Mithril does not oxidize and decay with the passage of time. What's even more amazing is that this metal and magic have a good fit, and no metal is better suited to magical equipment, not even the stronger Thorsilver and Adamantite gold.

Finally, the scale armor was once again passed back to Kotaz Black Hammer, who affectionately held the scale armor in his hands, and slowly came to Diego, and performed the most solemn dwarven etiquette.

Diego couldn't help but sin sternly, and he returned the salute with the same solemnity.

"I, Kotaz Blackhammer, son of Grisha Blackhammer, seventeenth patriarch of the Blackhammer family! I have defeated thirteen fire elemental attacks, and I have successfully escaped from the enslavement of the firedemon Ragnaros. For the glory of the Black Iron Dwarves, we vow to return to Darkfurnace and drive Ragnaros back to the Fire Elemental Realm! "The heroic shouting of his identity by the Black Hammer of Kotaz is a very formal ritual for the Black Iron Dwarves, and those true epic equipment, they will never sell it, but will only give it to those who deserve it. They will perform this ritual and will be gifted equipment blessed by the Titan Forger Kazgros.

"For the glory of the Black Iron Dwarves, we vow to return to Darkfurnace City and drive Ragnaros back to the Fire Elemental Realm!" The Black Iron Dwarves stood around him, and repeated sternly.

"Now, I present this scale armor to you, a true friend of the Thurium Brotherhood! Hope it goes viral with your glory! Kotaz Blackhammer said sincerely, lifting the scales above his head and handing them over.

"I, Diego Aznar, accept your gift, and I will strive to make myself worthy of its epic qualities and make it even more glorious," Diego replied excitedly, following dwarven etiquette, and he respectfully accepted the scale armor, "As the most loyal friend of the Thor Silver Brotherhood, I will always answer the call of my friend and help the Thor Silver Brotherhood truly return to the Dark Furnace City." ”

In fact, this is not just a casual statement. As a loose academic society, when you gain the friendship of a member of the Sè Silver Brotherhood, the entire Thor Silver Brotherhood will be friendly to you. In dwarven tradition, this means the fulfillment of a covenant. In Azeroth, covenant oaths are not unbinding, and those who break them are often punished by the power of the world. Like the people of Dingho in "The Lord of the Rings", they were cursed for breaking their oaths, and after death, they could not rest in peace, and became resentful spirits, until they fulfilled their oath and helped Ashidor's heir, Aragorn, defeat Sauron's army. Of course, the punishment of the power of the world is not only that there is no rest after death, but also that the punishment is often strange depending on the oath, but in any case, it is better not to break the oath.

Of course, Diego's vow is also conditional: "I, Diego Aznar, accept your gift" is the reason for the vow; "As the most loyal friend of the Thor Silver Brotherhood" means that the oath is to be made to the Thor Silver Brotherhood, not the Black Iron Dwarves, and to be honest, Diego has no affection for the Black Iron Dwarves outside of the Thor Silver Brotherhood; "Respond to a friend's call at any time and help the Thor Silver Brotherhood truly return to Darkforge City" refers to the content of the oath, and Diego will appear in the battle between the Thor Silver Brotherhood and the fire elemental, and will not participate in the battle of the Black Iron Dwarves against other races such as the Copperbeard Dwarves.

"What's its name?" Diego held the scale armor in his hand and asked lovingly. According to dwarven tradition, a weapon or equipment is generally named after its forger, and some of the best dwarven masters have become famous for their work.

"My forging inspiration actually came from you, human!" The dwarven blacksmith said a little shyly, no longer as heroic as he had been in the ritual just now, and he pointed to the placket of the scale armor. Diego brought the scales in front of him and saw a small dwarven inscription on it, "Aznar's delicacy - Kotaz Black Hammer." ”

"Asnar's food?" The name puzzled Diego as he looked up and looked at Kotaz Black Hammer in confusion. Truth be told, Diego was on the verge of collapse. What's a bad name, you see, "Breastplate of the King of Behemoths", "Breastplate of the Dragon Rider", "Triumphant Armor of the Windranger", isn't that one name majestic and cool? It's really not good, the name "Silver Scale Breastplate" is acceptable, what is the matter with you making a "Desnar's Food"?

"It's your inspiration to me." Kotaz Black Hammer recalled, "I will never forget the taste of those delicacies, I never imagined that food could be so attractive to dwarves, and for the first time in the three hundred years that the fire demon was summoned, I forgot my hatred for Ragnaros, forgot about the forgery, oh Kaz is above, please forgive me for my slackness." At this point, the dwarven blacksmith hurriedly confessed to the Titan forger, "You must know that your cooking skills are so important to us in trouble, I dare say that hundreds of years from now, every Black Iron Dwarf will remember this great name - Diego Asnar, who saved the troubled Thorsilver Brotherhood." I hope everyone who sees this treasure will remember your great contribution to the Black Iron Dwarves! ”

Diego blushed a little when the dwarves said it, although he wanted to help the Brotherhood of Thorgin, but he didn't expect the grateful dwarves to elevate his contribution to this angle. He felt that it was better to divert the topic. He tried to put the scales on his body.

"Shall we test its defense?" He glanced around the blacksmith's shed, intending to find a suitable guy to experiment with. But a reckless guy didn't give him a chance to find it at all.

"I'll give it a try!" Masrae shouted loudly, turning into a bear and pounced on him, and before Diego could object, the huge bear claw slapped on his chest.

Diego was slapped out like a ball by his armor, and rolled on the ground several times in succession, and then crawled on the ground and did not move.

But the bear seemed to be unable to get enough of it, and he ran over and raised his paws again.

"Alright, don't try again," Diego said weakly, holding up his hand. He coughed and got up from the ground, "I felt like I had been beaten between a hammer and an anvil, and all my bones were broken. ”

The crowd hurriedly gathered around, but to everyone's surprise, after the Night Elf's examination, he only suffered some contusions, and his bones and internal organs were well protected, and there was no problem at all.

Diego himself checked the scales, but it was as clean as new, and not even a paw print was left.

"I have to congratulate you, you've found a treasure!" Although he could not wear metal armor due to the Druid teachings, Masrae still stroked the shiny scales and said enviously.

"I think we should make a toast to this great piece!" Old Lolore finally built yì said.

"Why not?" This was immediately agreed upon by everyone, and the Night Elves were the quickest to respond.

For dwarves, drinking is such a thing, enjoyment is the first place, sometimes it doesn't matter what taste, when there is really no way to hold back, the ogre's shoddy Godic green wine they can satisfy their appetite.

As a result, dwarven goblets tend to be large, and many oak goblets appear larger than human drinking cups. They often hold a glass that is nearly half full—about half a pound in size—and mumble a toast casually, and then tilt their necks and grunt a glass.

"For the food of Asnar!" Jack Rock Leg said yì, and then everyone was on the same end at once.

"For Diego's food!" It sounds the same as the previous sentence, but everyone knows that this time it is really for the sake of deliciousness, and everyone does not hesitate to serve another one.

After two glasses of strong wine, Diego was already a little dizzy, you must know that even in the Celestial Empire, which was full of drunkards before the crossing, he was not a good drinker. He soon lost track of why he was drinking.

For a smooth journey, for friendship, for the father of the dwarves, for the night elves, for the Thorylin Brotherhood...... whatever reason was used, and finally old Lolol had a drink for the goddess Elune, but at this time, except for himself, there was no one around the table who could still stand.

Well, because of this carnival, the departure date of Diego and Masrae had to be postponed for another three days.