"Hurry up, you guys. ”

Surrounded by wide wooden fences and firelight in the sky, outside a large house made of concrete and wood, dwarven warriors were driving away the handcuffed dwarves.

"Mala, if you can't make thousands of blades in the past few days, you will be able to accept it!"

The club in his hand swung wildly, and it looked like it was about to hit the head of the dwarf with the chain.

Among the dwarves dressed in shabby linen, there was a strange scene, two tall men were unusually conspicuous, exposing their chests, deep three scars, and shabby trousers.

These two are Lin Meng and Min, although Min's height is not high, but he is also a little giant in this dwarf race.

"Brother Lin Meng, why don't you run away. ”

It is also helpless, the place where Lin Meng and Min fell just smashed on the roof of this village, if it weren't for Lin Meng's wind pressure and shock to remove a lot of strength, this old waist is estimated to be useless, and Min fell on Lin Meng.

"Don't be impulsive, this is dwarven territory, it's weird, you don't want to be imprisoned again, do you?"

"This ......" Min thought about it carefully, what Lin Meng said was not unreasonable, this is just a prison escape, the goblin race is arresting them, if they fight with the dwarf race here, it is definitely not a wise move, and it is even more suitable that at this moment, Lin Meng's eldest brother's injury is not healed, "I don't know where a few of them went." ”

"It's going to happen soon. ”

"How do you know. ”

"Why do you ask so much!"

Lin Meng wouldn't tell Min that he guessed blindly.

"A few of you go here, a few of you go over there!"

The high walls, a little too tall for the dwarves, the top, several large vents, as far as the eye can see, countless stoves scattered among them, the smell of metal, fiery red patches.

"Be careful, this weapon should be handled with care when tempered, and the strength should be even when striking!"

It was an old man who spoke, half-bent, even more short, with chains tied around his hands.

"You bastard, what are you doing with so much force!"

As he spoke, he kicked another man.

"Village chief, why are we not making weapons for ourselves?"

The dwarf who was kicked was very aggrieved.

"Why, you're not happy to beat you, our village has thousands of years of forging heritage, even if this weapon is not used by us, it must be indestructible. ”

The village chief was righteous, but his face was helpless.

"Who are you?"

Lin Meng and Wen walked to the stove close to the village chief's position, and at this moment, the furnace was burning with a blazing flame, and several pieces of iron in the furnace were burned red.

This human being is rare.

"Wow!" Holding the hammer distributed when entering the door, Min's eyes looked around, although Min's hometown, this kind of craftsmanship is too low-end, but there is one thing that Min's hometown does not have, the quality of this weapon, everyone knows that more than half of the world's divine weapons are from the hands of dwarves.

"We are human beings who have been caught. ”

"We just didn't run away, okay, it's a shame to be caught. ”

Hearing Lin Meng's words, Min looked at him blankly.

"Hey. With a long sigh, our two tribes have been friends for generations, "Come with me." ”

The village chief could see that these two boys should not know anything about tempering.

"I don't think you have learned how to cast blades, so I won't teach you about molten iron casting, and you won't be able to grasp the timing of quenching, so let's beat the model made of iron first. ”

"Come, you come here. ”

Lin Meng and Wen listened attentively, Min was already quite interested in this matter, Lin Meng was even more crazy, although the previous sword was also very powerful, but for countless days, although Lin Meng used spiritual power to protect it, it was still scarred, and now it was good, and the sword was also lost when it fell off the cliff.

As he listened, Min picked up a huge piece of iron with a huge clamp and beat it like the others.

"You idiot!"

As he spoke, the village chief jumped up, was very irritable, and slapped Min's head hard.

"If you knock like this, the aura of the sword will be knocked out by you!"

Don't move, I'll show you.

Despite all the grievances, the village chief was right, and it could be seen that this was a seasoned master of forging weapons.

"The force should be even, follow the model of the weapon, don't use brute force, every blow must be the same force, not too big, not too small, step by step, a good weapon must be tempered by a thousand times!"

As he spoke, the village chief showed the two of them, and the movements were incomparably smooth and skillful.

"Tempered by a thousand tempers?" Min looked at the village chief blankly, in Min's hometown, this thing was made directly by machine, "Why bother. ”

"What do you know about this hairy boy, the real magic weapons are not only tempered thousands of times, some even have to be beaten hundreds of thousands or more, even the furnace for smelting weapons must be extremely hard, otherwise, let alone beating, even the iron can't melt. ”

I agree with this, there are thousands of metals in this world, and some metals can even withstand hundreds of thousands of degrees of high temperature, which is extremely hard.

"You learned casting?"

Lin Meng on the side followed the example of the village chief and knocked on the fiery iron block, unusually focused.

Lin Meng didn't hear the village chief's words for a while.

"Strong and powerful, each hammer seems to hit the aura of the weapon, the unusual comfort, the texture of the weapon, the direction of the strike, the timing of the reversal of the weapon. ”

"It's a genius. The village chief was fascinated and liked the young boy very much.

"It's ugly. ”

Only then did he come to his senses, and Lin Meng heard some words of praise for himself.

"Have you ever learned casting?"

The village chief asked again unhurriedly.

"No, I just tapped along the lines of the weapons, each with its own voice. ”

"Can you hear the sound of weapons?"

The village chief was shocked, even if it was himself, it took several years to understand the one-sidedness, who is the man in front of him!

"What are the weapons?"

The village chief's expression was slightly playful.

"The younger generation also knows very little, I am a swordsman, I regard the sword as a treasure, but the sword also has its own differences, there are strong and weak, but in the hand, it is the thing to guard. ”

"Teachable!"

The village chief was very happy, but Min on the side felt a little bored and stuck out his tongue at the village chief.

This huge weapon factory, the sound of knocking, the sound of impact, and the invective of the dwarven guards, did not disturb the conversation between the two at all, the casting master and the swordsman, in fact, are the same kind of people, if it is not for the love of weapons, how can they choose to cast, if it is not for the dedication to weapons, how can they become peerless swordsmen.