"It's Uncle Barry!"

Christine and Xu Noyi screamed almost at the same time.

Barry Sr. has been working with Dawcott on logistics since the time of the Great War. But at the end of the battle, the two old men quietly lost contact and disappeared.

No one expected him to come out of the melting pot. And before the man showed his face, he threw out a golden hammer first!

Everyone's attention was not on Old Barry behind the scarlet light curtain, but on the golden hammer he threw out.

The golden hammer flew out of the furnace door, drew a golden arc, and slammed into the ground.

Dwarf Winter Melon heard the familiar voice in the furnace door calling his name, slapped his head, and laughed: "I'll drop a hammer, my lord is too polite......

As he spoke, he dragged the room-sized hammer beside him, ran to the edge of the pit smashed by the small golden hammer, weighed it left and right, and simply slapped it hard on the handle of the big hammer, and the sledgehammer suddenly shrank to a normal size in the exclamation of everyone, and was inserted into the belt behind his buttocks. Then, the dwarf winter melon rubbed his hands excitedly, and his eyes lit up and circled around the golden hammer with the handle of the hammer on the ground a few times, but he didn't reach out to take it.

But Pang Du, who was standing next to him, was in a hurry, threw the cigar butt to the ground, trampled it with his foot, and shouted, "Panda! Okay, you, you can pick up such a cheap thing as pie in the sky, you don't want me! ”

As he spoke, he spread his five thick fingers and grabbed at the handle of the hammer.

A golden light suddenly bloomed on the golden hammer, accompanied by a burning sound and the smell of mush, the ancient panda bear as tall as a giant tower sat on the ground as if it had been hit head-on by a tank, and the hand that had just stretched out the handle of the hammer rose green smoke, and he snorted and blew to relieve the pain.

"Damn hammer!" Poundau blew on the wound on his hand and muttered.

"Master Craftsman's Craftsman Hammer, that's an artifact among artifacts, and it has the light of protecting the body. If you are not a person it approves, you will suffer if you do it casually! Dwarf Winter Guarold had a proud look on his face, stared at Pang Du playfully, and said slowly.

In the minds of the people, the dwarf blacksmith had never spoken so fluently, and they were timid and cowardly by nature, and were often despised because of their humble status. They love to drink and are good at blacksmithing, and only when they do these two things will they abandon those white eyes and contempt and truly live.

At this time, the dwarf winter melon, the bearded dwarf blacksmith who carried the sledgehammer and followed Hu Tian all the way into the Grand Duke's Manor, leaned down and kissed the earth respectfully after saying that.

"Thank you for the blessing of the craftsman, it's been a thousand years...... I finally got the fragment of the Craftsman's inheritance artifact back as good as my clan's life...... Long live Lord Craftsman, long live Lord Hu Tian!! ”

Jorde rubbed his moist eyes, grabbed the golden hammer, and raised it-

Brush-!

Thousands of brilliant lights bloomed from the golden hammer, enveloping Ruord in the middle, like a divine light cast from the sky, shining for thousands of miles!

This hammer seems to have hit everyone's hearts hard!

"The craftsman is above, and the halfling Ruord swears in your name that I will always follow in the footsteps of Lord Hu Tian until death!"

At this moment, Jorde's voice was sonorous and powerful, and it was a stark contrast to his short stature!

Quiescence......

There was a dead silence all around......

Everyone had almost forgotten to breathe, staring blankly at the little dwarf who was a little crazy like a beggar half a minute ago, but now he was holding the fragment of the artifact, showing off his might!

Jorde carefully held the hammer in his arms, picked a relatively clean piece of cloth on his body, and carefully wiped the dust off the hammer's body, revealing the intricate runes on it.

The rune was like an ancient script of an extremely old age, and the strokes were so powerful that it seemed to have a world-shattering power, so much so that when Jorde's fingers touched it, his whole arm trembled slightly.

Although the gnomes have a great talent for forging, they do not know magic, and the power of runes into their weapons must be done with the help of a magician.

Ruoerdema pondered the runes on the Craftsman's Hammer for a long time, although he was extremely shocked, and tried his best to figure out what the forging secret method passed down by the Craftsman God was, but he couldn't understand those words at all.

Half a minute later, he pressed his hand on the hammer and shouted softly, "Great! ”

The golden hammer suddenly grew larger, a circle larger than the house-sized hammer he had used before, and the light reflected by the golden hammer in the sunlight almost made people unable to open their eyes.

Ruord nodded in satisfaction, picked up his muscular arm, and carried the sledgehammer on his shoulder, completely ignoring the jealous gaze behind him, humming a little song to show off in circles.

Almost at the same time, the Golden Legion collectively made a swallowing motion, they were originally here to harvest the crops, but they didn't expect to witness an artifact sharing conference, the most important problem is that so many artifacts, they didn't get half a penny!

"It's useless to be jealous, my lord said, it's what you deserve......"

Old Barry walked out from behind the door of the hearth with a calm look on his thin dark face.

"Hey, old man, I didn't expect you to be dead! I almost left you a piece of land at the Martyrs' Cemetery in Feynman City......" Panduu looked Old Man Barry up and down and found that he was intact, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

He rubbed his two fat hands a little embarrassed, and his fat face under his beard glowed red, "That...... Do you have any other treasures there, just give me a set of silver-level ones, if you can have an artifact...... Oh no, no, no, it's even better if there's a demiartifact! ”

"Whew!"

Old Barry rolled his eyes and said angrily, "Do you think the artifact is the poop of a wild yak, and it is everywhere?" There is no artifact, if you want to find Baba, there are two cows in front of you, let them pull a lump of ...... for you"

"What do you mean? To insult the great Minotaur is to insult the entire Golden Army, and to say it again! ”

The two minotaurs kept holding their breath, and no matter how stupid they were, they could hear the sarcasm in Old Barry's words, and they immediately became angry.

"Stop, stand down!"

Hans stopped the two of them, and the tendons at the corners of his mouth squirmed twice, obviously not very happy. He glanced at the old man Barry with puzzled eyes, but he hadn't seen it for a few days, and Feynman City had become so hidden dragon and crouching tiger, and there were more strange people and strange things than the wild yak on the Falcon Plateau, it was simply weird and outrageous.

"Who are you?" Hans turned his head, staring at Old Man Barry with harrier-like eyes, and asked in a deep voice.