No matter how frequent the activities of the upper echelons of the Stormwind Council were, or how tense the city was as the storm's spire unfolded, nothing had to do with Rhodes.

Knights and heroes are still open.

This bistro in the alley is like a small world isolated from the rest of the world, the regular customers come as usual, Dora picks up the glass and talks and laughs, the only difference is that there is a young bartender behind the counter.

On the third day of Rhodes' arrival at this tavern.

The plants in the light area above Stormwind City emitted a faint light, and according to the routine of these plants, at this time, it should be the time when the sky in the surface world is dark.

In the tavern, everyone was still asleep.

Rhodes opened the door of the tavern alone, Stormwind City is not a place to stay for a long time after all, Rhodes has to do something to leave Stormwind City in the future.

After the wooden door was pushed open, I saw a figure in the alley earlier than Rhodes.

Rod was slightly stunned, then a smile appeared on his face, and he nodded slightly, which can be regarded as a greeting.

The quiet girl on the other side had a broom in her hand and smiled back.

During the two days in the tavern, Rhodes and Elsa did not spend much time alone, the quiet girl spent most of her time working as a waitress in the tavern, and the rest of the time she sat quietly in the corner with a book in her hand.

This is a girl with a very low sense of existence.

The light was dim, the girl was wearing a simple linen robe, like a simple, pure white lotus in the snow-capped mountains, her golden hair was tied into a ponytail at will, and she held a broom to quietly clean the debris in the alley.

Rod didn't say much to each other, and the two hurriedly passed by.

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Stormwind, the Crucible Block.

The buildings in the neighborhood are rough and full of strong baroque style, and walking on the road of this neighborhood, even the air smells of fire and wine.

Even though it was still early, the clanging iron in the Furnace Neighborhood was still loud and quiet.

Rhodes felt the familiar smell of the furnace in the air, the atmosphere of striking iron and forging gave him the feeling of returning to the East to learn the art of casting, and in this atmosphere, he couldn't help but slow down.

After a while, he stopped in front of a blacksmith's shop.

In fact, nine out of ten shops on this neighborhood are blacksmith shops.

This is the Dwarven Quarter, and the greatest pleasure of these dwarfs is iron and wine.

The dwarves of Stormwind migrated many years ago, and although most of them are gray dwarves, they are more of a lawful faction than the evil mining gray dwarves who live in the mines.

Although they are sometimes cunning and deceive customers, most of the time these guys are very well-behaved.

Bearded blacksmith shop.

This is the name of this blacksmith shop, and I have to say that this group of dwarves is really bohemian, they rarely bother with details, just like the name of this shop, simple and rude.

"Young adventurer, do you want to buy a weapon?"

Seeing Rhodes standing outside the shop, a slightly more clever dwarven apprentice ran over and asked.

"No, actually, I'm trying to lease a furnace," Rod said calmly.

The dwarven apprentice was stunned.

Although the Forge Block has a Forge Rental service, most people are self-aware, and the dwarves are experts at striking iron, so it is better to buy a weapon than to waste money renting a hand.

"Hmm...... The No. 3 stove happens to be idle, and the rent is 20 gold a day, and the rent is returned 10 gold after use, and the damage is counted separately. ”

Although he was surprised, there were always some people who didn't believe in evil these days, and the dwarf apprentice didn't say much, isn't it good for someone to send money, he still explained it to Rod very dutifully.

Rod nodded.

He naturally knew these rules, and when he used to travel to the mainland and was short of money, he often rented a furnace to make money.

After the handover was completed, Rhodes walked straight to Furnace 3.

Forge 3 is a very standard dwarven forge.

Most of the dwarves in Stormwind are followers of the dwarven god Moradin, who is also known by the dwarves as the Soul Forger, the father of the dwarves, the almighty father and creator of the Great Divine Power.

Moradin was a strong patron saint to the dwarves, and a symbol of order and strength in the minds of the dwarves. He taught his people what was the value of doing good, what loyalty was to the clan, the leader, and the people, and admonished the dwarves to act resolutely and decisively.

Generally speaking, though, the dwarves of Stormwind tend to be on the side of the Orderly Evil.

All Moradin dwarves will basically use the specifications he has set for the furnace, which is tall and solid, and the flames inside are hotter than the blacksmith furnaces of the average human realm.

Stand in front of the stove.

Rhodes skillfully took out a series of materials from the dimensional ring.

Most of these things are relics of Maren, and it seems that he should want to create a high-quality weapon, and there are a lot of ores in the ring, etc., all of which are now cheap Rhodes.

"Whew!"

After the materials were ready, he let out a sigh and took off his shirt, revealing the bronzed muscles, which Rod had envied in the wilderness all year round.

I saw that the muscles of his arms were tense, and he began to forge with a hammer in his hand.

Bite! Bite! Bite!

Rod's arms were powerful, and the hammer was swung by him very regularly.

- Blacksmithing!

Wisps of golden experience were poured into the hammer in his hand, and each blow was a wonderful tempering of the ore on the anvil.

When every material was not tempered by Rode, his eyes froze, and the frequency and skill of wielding the hammer in his hand began to change.

Bite! Bite!

The sound of metal clashing is echoing, the burning flames are crackling, and Rhodes is very skillful in fusing and tempering each piece of material, and finally refining and casting again and again......

"Ding! You have completed an excellent forge with +5.0% Forge Mastery! ”

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"Ding! You have completed an excellent forge with +8.0% Smithing Mastery! ”

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The speed of Rhodes' forging became faster and faster, and the frequency of wielding the hammer in his hand became more and more frequent, and for a while, the sound of clanging iron and crackling burning in the huge blacksmith shop were intertwined.

Iron, roaring! Fire, roaring!

Inside the bearded blacksmith shop.

The dwarves who had been working next to the other furnaces stopped their blacksmithing.

"Where did this human kid come from? Although the forging technique is still very young, this technique ......"

The dwarven blacksmith on the side looked at Rhodes in disbelief.

"This frequency and technique...... That kid is using physical strength instead of rough forging skills! ”

An experienced dwarven old blacksmith muttered.

"Attention!"

Another dwarf with a long beard said in a deep voice, "That kid is coming out of the embryo!" ”

Time.

The entire blacksmith shop, experienced dwarven craftsmen, actually gathered around.

These dwarves weren't apprentices, they were full-fledged craftsmen with excellent weaponry, and they were sensitive to the process of blacksmithing.

They all heard Rode's distinctive rhythm of percussion.

Truly.

Rhodes's original forging technique was taught by a professional mentor in the East.

The tempering techniques of the East are very different from those of the Shadowlands.

Just from the frequency and rhythm of Rod's percussions, the dwarven craftsmen felt like they were hearing an impassioned symphony!

"Wow!"

As Rhodes put a burning billet into the water, the cold water and the scorching billet blended, instantly evaporating a burst of water mist.

"It's a sword!"

The sharp-eyed dwarf whispered.

"It's not over yet, don't worry!" A calm old dwarf said.

Bite! Bite!

Rhodes's muscles were tense all over his body, sweat was constantly flowing down, he was once a legendary forger himself, although the level was cleared, but his forging experience was still there, and that feeling was still there.

In general, forging a weapon he doesn't even have a breath.

At this time, Rhodes should be planning to forge a different weapon, and he is replacing the lower forging technique with physical strength, which has caused him a huge physical exertion.

Hammering, Cooling, Hammering, Cooling......

The process of forging was boring, but those dwarven blacksmiths were fascinated by it!

"Incredible! This kind of forging technique is not some kind of secret technique, but simply the fine control of strength and arms! An old dwarf muttered in shock.

The other dwarf, who also had a long beard, widened his eyes and said, "This kid! Could it be the god of Moradin's crown? ”

The burning fire illuminates the surrounding shops.

Under that fiery red light, the rugged dwarven blacksmiths stared wide-eyed, watching each blow of Rod with full attention, and at this moment, every time Rod dropped the hammer in their eyes, it was a dance of forging.

It's not pure forging anymore.

The collision of the hammer and the anvil became a dance of steel, and the flying sparks were like the aura of embellishment.

All the dwarves held their breath!

I saw that the originally rough and ugly sword embryo in front of Rhodes was gradually changing! A strangely shaped sword is gradually taking shape.

"This kind of sword!"

When the gradually formed sword body was tempered by Rhodes, the dwarves' eyes widened!

"Shhh This number of tempering, this forging accuracy ......"

Looking at the sword that was gradually taking shape in Rhodes' hand, a flash of intoxication flashed in the eyes of the dwarven blacksmith, as if a group of old perverts had seen a peerless beauty.