Strictly speaking, Mograini has trained more in the village of Brunhilda than he had as a recruit. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

And the more serious problem is that Mograini is not the energetic young man he was at the beginning - for a person who is nearly half a hundred years old, a lot of training and high-energy food are very irritating to the body, and Mograini clearly feels that exercise and all kinds of barely cooked wild meat have caused a lot of irreversible subtle damage to his body.

But Mograini didn't care.

Now Mograini only wants revenge.

The dedication to training didn't last long, and after losing the attention of Valchilila, Mograini had a new mission, after all, he was still a slave - and a private slave was a slave.

Mograini was supposed to be assigned to clean up, but unexpectedly, when he was assigned, he spoke.

"I can forge."

Mograine had mastered the language of the Heideniers, and he didn't want to waste his time exercising himself because of his work, so he said that he would forge it.

The stout Heidniel man who was in charge of distributing slaves glanced at Mograine with some surprise, it was very interesting, this man could actually forge!

As a warrior-majority race, forging is of great importance to the Hednirs, but it's a pity that these Viku warriors are good at charging into battle, but it's hard to strike iron!

So even now, the weapons of the Hednirs are still rather clumsy!

Why do they mostly tame their animal companions when confronting the Frost Giants of the Children of Hodir?

It's very simple, it's hard to break through the defenses with fists and inferior weapons!

Although there is a mine next to the village of Brunhilda, it is a pity that the Hednier people do not make good use of the ore!

It was precisely when Mograini discovered this that he immediately said that he would forge so that on the one hand he could strive for better treatment - the food supply of ordinary slaves was often insufficient; On the other hand, forging is also a kind of practice - the difference between a forging hammer and a war hammer is not very large.

Of course, as a former paladin, Mograine did not lie, he really knew some forging techniques, although his level was only the level of knocking on farm tools for humans, but here at the Hedniels, Mograine believes that he is a generation of forging masters!

Forging is quite important to the Hednirs, even as a slave is well treated, so becoming a forging is a test to be taken.

Soon, Mograini was taken to the mine, beside a blazing fire.

"These stones, whatever you want!" The stout Overseer of Hedenier shook his face and kicked a dilapidated crate on the ground, "Make a weapon and let me see!" ”

Mograini nodded in her approval, and began to take a closer look at the old box.

The dusty chest contained all sorts of ores, large pieces, small pieces, intact, and fragmented ones that were completely mixed together.

Most of the ore is of poor quality - the Heidniers mined slaves were a bunch of wretched creatures who were forced to work in quantity, not quality, and the result was a mixed mix of ores.

And, because pure ores tend to be softer, Mograine sadly found that the good quality ores were mostly broken......

Seeing Mograini's grinning eyes, the Overseer of Hedniel pursed his lips.

"Don't make excuses and say that ore can't work, I just need weapons!"

Mograine shook his head silently, and casually threw two pieces of coal into the furnace - funny, the ore is not only not good, but there is also coal mixed in it, this group of Heidnirs definitely did it on purpose!

Thanks to Mograine's efforts, the flames grew stronger and stronger—and with great effort, Mograine made a rough from the extremely rudimentary molds of the Heideniers.

"Hammers? Hey, hey, the size looks pretty good! ”

The Heidniel man in charge of the overseer had long been impatient, and she leaned over and grinned after taking a large amount of Mograine's blanks.

Mograini frowned invisibly, subconsciously choking his breath.

It stinks!

……………………

In the flickering light of the fire, Mograini carefully forged the hammer, and although he was in the cold and snow of Northrend, the heat by the stove still forced Mograini to take off his shirt.

Sweat soaked Mograini's muscles, and the overseer of Heidniel swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Well, it seems that Vakilila has quite good taste, this man looks old, but this body is quite good! It's a pity that he's already a personal slave, and Vachilila is a rune mage after all, otherwise I'd have to snatch him over! ”

With Mograini's rhythmic, regular strokes, the hammer was almost ready to take shape.

This time in forging, Mograini was completely over-playing, and he was already ready, if there was a problem with the forging, he would directly smash the hammer handle and drill holes in the hammer head instead, barely making a hammer head to fool the past.

But unexpectedly, after this forging was gradually completed, this hammer looked very good!

The eight-sided hammer head is spindle-shaped, thick in the middle and thin on both sides, the striking part is angular and angular, and there are a few barbs on the side that look hideous.

The hammer handle is inconsistent in thickness, but it is extremely suitable for gripping, and the style is rough and eclectic, but it is very much in line with the aesthetics of the Heidniers.

Heidenier's eyes widened as he looked at the hammer.

"I didn't expect this slave's forging level to be so good! In that case, I'll just take him by force! When the time comes, Vajilila will have to hand it over, and I'll go and beg our chief—it's a big deal to hand over half of the weapons he forged! ”

The big-shouldered, round-waisted Heidniel looked at Mograine again and swallowed again.

"Hmm...... Well, even if you turn in seventy percent of your weapons! ”

Thinking of this, the Overseer of Heidnir began to bow his head and search for the medicine on himself.

Just when Mograini was still focused on forging, unaware of the danger coming, a cough in the darkness lifted his heart.

And the ill-intentioned Overseer was even more startled: "Lord Lorila? ”

"It's my ......," an elderly Hednir man slowly walked out of the depths of the cavern, "put away your thoughts—if you don't want to taste runic magic!" ”