It's hard to say that I don't feel the strength, I just think the names of the two are too magical, cutting steel? Cold steel? Is this a personal name? This is obviously some professional terms, and the surnames of the brothers are different, it shouldn't be two people with their father's surname and the other with their mother's surname. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But if that's the case, the question arises again, why are their parents' surnames so similar?

Then I raised my doubts to Moira, and Moira said slowly: "Most dwarves do not have surnames, and many of them like to use their own surnames as their own strengths or hopes, such as sharpening steel, cold steel, burning steel, furnaces, long furnaces, burning whiskers, thunder rocks, distant mountains, etc., some of which are inherited by their parents, but more of them are taken by themselves according to their preferences. ”

“……”

When Moira said this, my whole person is Spartan, and the dwarves are really bold, and even the name can be decided by preference, and it's really nothing.

"That black iron dwarf, come here, I have something to ask you." Suddenly, Elonus Coldsteel pointed at Thoresen and said.

Sorison pointed to his nose in surprise and asked suspiciously, "Are you talking about me?" ”

"Nonsense, are there any other Black Iron Dwarves here besides you and me? You wouldn't be naïve enough to think I'm calling myself? Elonus' nose was crooked.

"Oh!" Thorrison replied with a dejected bow, and then walked quickly to Elonus, perhaps he had never been called by a Black Iron Dwarf in his life.

Elonus patted Thoresen on the shoulder and said in a thunderous voice, "The boy is very strong, tell me where you came from." ”

"Scorching Plains."

"Well...... Are the Black Iron Dwarves doing well now? I heard that you have built a city in Blackstone Mountain, how about it, is there enough ore there to forge equipment? ”

"There are countless ores, the molten temperature is extremely high, and we live very well in Blackstone Mountain."

"Okay, boy, how much have you learned the blacksmithing skills of the Black Iron Dwarves?"

"I'm proficient in all the blacksmithing techniques that the Black Iron Dwarves excel at."

Elonus's face changed, and he said a little unhappily: "Don't talk big, boy, the skills of the black iron dwarves are broad and profound, you are a hairy boy who actually says that you are proficient in two words, can it be said that the young black iron dwarves are all flashy braggart kings?" ”

If Elonus knew Thorrisson's true identity, I'm afraid he wouldn't say that, well, let's not care if Thorrison is the king of the Black Iron Dwarves or not, I'm just curious how Elonus saw at a glance that Thorrison was a hairy boy, and it is said that dwarves not only have magical names, but also magical appearances, once they have passed puberty, they all have big beards, bad skin, and stubby limbs, no matter how you look at them, you can't tell their real age.

"Hmph, bragging or not bragging, you won't know until you've tried, it's a little too early for you to draw conclusions." Thorrison retorted with a glare.

A hint of surprise flashed in Elonus's eyes, but he said: "Hmph, don't just say that you don't practice, come on, come with me, I want to see how many catties and taels you have, if your strength is not enough, be careful that Lao Tzu peels your skin." ”

After saying that, Elonus didn't care if Magni was there, and pulled Sorison and walked towards the big anvil on the bridge.

Watching the two of them leave in a rage, I know that this invisible battle must be lost by Elonus, of course, this is not to say that Elonus's forging level is not as high as Sorenus, but it means that Sorenus's level must be above Elonus's expectations, after all, he is the king of the black iron dwarves, and the master cultivated by the power of the whole country, how bad can it be?

Grunus Steelmaker looked at his brother helplessly, and then said to Magni with an apologetic face: "Your Majesty, Elonus is still too young to know how to restrain at all, and I apologize to you for his rudeness. ”

Magni waved his hand and said indifferently: "It's okay, I've long been used to his temper, and it just so happens that I also want to study the forging level of this black iron dwarf, with Elonus, a weapon master, watching, I'm relieved, oh yes." Magni seemed to suddenly remember something, and then said, "Elonus is not young, he is only a dozen years younger than you, and he is now an old man of four or five hundred years old." ”

"Well, are you still satisfied with the Death Crystal?" Onexia said aloud.

Magni and Grunus looked at each other, and when both of them saw satisfaction and shock in each other's eyes, Magni said, "It is true that the Death Crystal is very powerful, and it is also comparable to the Shadow Crystal of the Ash Bringer, but I still wonder if it is too luxurious to use sixty essentia ingots to create a weapon for him, a sixth-order walking corpse. ”

"No, no, no!" Onexia said three words in a row before she said as if showing off: "It's not sixty essentia ingots, but a hundred, a hundred dollars." ”

"What? A hundred? All the dwarves let out an exclamation in unison, a hundred essentia ingots, almost half of all essentia ingots in Azeroth, such luxurious materials, they had never dreamed of it.

Onexia nodded and said, "That's right, it's a hundred, oh yes, it should be a hundred and one piece, and the remaining one can be used as a spare." ”

Magni couldn't hold back the surprise in his heart, but a hundred essentia ingots were far higher than he expected, so even if he couldn't bear it, his voice still trembled slightly, "Where are the other forty or forty-one essentia ingots?" Why didn't I see it? ”

"With me, if I can, I can give it to you now." Onexia said

Magni said, "Forget it, wait a minute, it's not easy to get so many essentia ingots." ”

"IMHO, is anyone really able to handle a weapon made from a hundred essentia ingots?" Grunus asked, uncertain.

This sentence asked the hearts of all the dwarves, and for a while, more than a dozen eyes all looked at me, as if to say, just this thin walking corpse with a few taels of flesh can pick up a hundred essentia ingots?

I was not used to the distrustful gaze of the dwarves, and after looking left and right, I finally saw a large anvil more than half a man tall on the side of the road, and the anvil looked like it weighed at least several thousand pounds, but this was exactly what I needed.

Walking slowly to the anvil, first touched the temperature of the anvil, the tentacles were not hot, then rolled up his sleeves, firmly grasped the edge of the anvil with both hands, shouted in a low voice, and the whole body exerted force together, and the anvil was lifted above my head by me.

"Well, do you still doubt that I can handle a weapon made of a hundred essentia ingots?" (To be continued.) )