The dwarf master was very satisfied with Yu Hao's approach, and was also very moved, Yu Hao trusted him so much, someone did not pretend that he helped Yu Hao say so many good things, he took the God of War Hammer and said to Yu Hao: "You wait here, I will sort things out, and you will come back to pick it up when the time comes." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Well, don't be too anxious, master, I believe you!" Yu Hao said that his goal was not only those weapons and equipment, but naturally he had to maintain a good relationship with the dwarven master.

The dwarven master nodded, and then left, the dwarven patriarch had already given him the power, so he went to the place where the weapons and equipment were stored, and after tidying up there, he had nothing to do, and he could start building the artifact.

At this time, the dwarven patriarch had gathered all the young men of the dwarf clan, and these young men were qualified warriors with a little training, and it took very little time, so he decided to start with these people first, and wait until these people were trained before training the others.

Of course, at this time, other clansmen will not be idle, their task is to create suitable equipment for these young adults, they need to fit completely, only in this way can they exert the greatest combat power, each of their dwarf clans is a natural blacksmith, for other races this condition may be a little difficult, but for their dwarf clan, this is not a matter at all.

"Tribesmen, who do we believe in?" The dwarf patriarch looked at all the young and middle-aged people in the clan, although compared with the hundreds of millions of people like humans and beasts, the population of the dwarf race is pitiful, only hundreds of thousands, and there are less than 100,000 young adults among them, but it is so black and oppressive, it still brings a great shock.

"God of War!" The young adults of the dwarf clan said in unison, their voices were very loud and passionate, they worshiped the god of war very much, and the young people were brave and ruthless, but they had been suppressed by the elders of the clan.

"Yes, we worship the god of war, so what is our profession?" The dwarven patriarch asked.

When the clansmen heard this, they all looked at each other, didn't their profession be built? But when the patriarch asked them like this, they were a little unsure, after all, they were a race that everyone created, and building was really not a profession.

The clansmen were talking and talking to each other, and from time to time someone shook their heads in denial, and soon their faces were a little flustered, for they found that there were so many clansmen that there was not a single one of them until what their duty was.

"Our dwarven profession is warriors, and our hobby is crafting!" The dwarven patriarch said in a loud voice, the clansmen have not experienced war for so many years, and they live in a greenhouse, and it is understandable that they don't know the occupation, after all, he has forgotten the occupation of the dwarf clan before.

"Warriors?" The dwarves were a little puzzled, they looked at each other, they were a little incredulous, how could they be warriors, but the clan has always advocated peaceful coexistence and peace of mind, which made them very puzzled.

"We are the people of the God of War, we are strong warriors, we will not bully the weak, we are not afraid of strong enemies!" The dwarven patriarch said loudly.

He knew that one day could not completely transform the clansmen, so he simply let the clansmen know what he meant today, and then go back to think about it and digest it for himself.

"But, patriarch, we don't have a strong enemy, right?" A young dwarf wondered.

Dwarves live much longer than humans, and this young dwarf has lived for at least a hundred years, but apart from the annoying trainers, they have no enemies and have little contact with the outside world.

"Yes, for the time being we have no strong enemies, but in the future, if our powerful warriors give up their profession, when the enemy comes, what will we use to defend our loved ones? Begging for mercy? The dwarven patriarch said that the dwarves are short-tempered, upright, and easily provoked, and he wants to use such words to provoke his own people, only in this way will they think, awaken the hearts of warriors, and willingly cooperate with the training.

"No way, we're not going to beg for mercy!"

"Whoever asks us to beg for mercy, we will kill him!" The dwarves yelled, and although none of them had killed anyone, it did not prevent them from doing so.

"Very good, whoever bullies us, we will fight back and use our strong strength to protect our family and our people!" The dwarven patriarch nodded in satisfaction, he was very satisfied with the result.

The lecture of the dwarven patriarch lasted for an hour, and after an hour the dwarves all returned, their emotions were mixed, there were excitement, apprehension and fear, but all the dwarves felt as if their blood was getting hot, there was a feeling that they were about to boil, what they didn't know was that it was the heart of a warrior that a warrior should have.

After returning to the palace, the dwarven patriarch went to the secret room, and he needed to consult some information, understand the training process and the course arrangement, these are all lessons learned by the hatchback, and there is only good for them.

The next day, the dwarven patriarch gathered all the dwarves, not only the young men from yesterday, but also other dwarves, of course, the dwarven master was not among them.

The dwarven patriarch asked the young men to stand separately from the rest of the clansmen, and then asked the clansmen to measure the bodies of these young adults, and in order to make the most suitable equipment, the best materials must be used, because these young men will be the first clansmen, and their safety must be guaranteed.

Although the dwarves were a little confused, they still did as the patriarch instructed, after all, they were going to build it in the first place, but this time they just needed to measure the size well.

After the other clansmen measured the size, the dwarf patriarch asked them to go back, and there was a special person in charge of coordination, and they had to use good ore to build equipment, as for the weapon, the dwarf patriarch did not let the dwarves build it, because the proposal in the warrior training manual was to build their own weapons.

Powerful warriors must build their own weapons with their own hands, so that they will understand the weapons and can exert their most powerful combat power, so the dwarven patriarch did not speak.

After the other dwarves left, the dwarf patriarch was still brainwashing, and he told him to make these dwarves change from a blacksmith to a warrior, and only a change in thinking can drive enthusiasm, so that they can also cooperate with training and maximize efficiency.

Yu Hao knew all these things that the dwarven patriarch had done, but he didn't have the exercises to care about those things, because the dwarven master had taken him to the place where the weapons and equipment were stored, which was a huge warehouse, full of weapons and equipment, all scattered on the ground like garbage.

Yu Hao was very speechless, these weapons and equipment don't know how long they have been stored, they are actually covered with thick dust, but the dust blowing away weapons is very bright, and very sharp, he tried it, and found that the quality is much better than that of humans, although it can't be compared with artifacts, but it's not a weapon created by humans. (To be continued.) )