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"Hum—"

The dwarf Habu took the ceremonial saber that Rhodes had thrown over, and unceremoniously drew the long sword, but after hearing the sound of the longsword unsheathed and seeing the dull and dark surface of the ceremonial saber, the dwarf Hab's face changed slightly.

Especially after raising his sword and swinging it a few times, the dwarf Habu's face became a little more cautious.

"Can I test the sharpness and toughness of this sword?" Feeling the feeling of holding the long sword in his hand was extremely comfortable and taking advantage of his hand, the dwarf Habu asked Rhodes opposite him with some caution and expectation.

"Of course there is no problem! Please give it a try!" Looking at the dwarf Habu with an expectant, excited expression on his face, Rhodes said with a meaningful smile on his face.

"Thank you!"

After hearing Rod's answer, the dwarf Habu put down the noble ceremonial sword in his hand and thanked him, and ran quickly behind the tinkling blacksmith shop.

"Dwarves"

Looking at the back of the dwarf Habu who was walking on two small short legs and disappearing quickly, the smile on Rod's face became brighter and brighter. If Habu the Dwarf had just looked closely, he would have understood what Rod's smile meant—it was clearly the expression on the face of the ferocious beast when it saw its favorite prey!

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Hab, the dwarf, who was apparently working as a salesman, ran into the back of the blacksmith alone, but when he came out a few minutes later, he came out with five other dwarves!

"Little Hab, where is that strange sword you spoke of?" An apparently old dwarf with a flying stride sprang out from behind the blacksmith's shop, ignoring Rhodes and the other two cyborgs and asking aloud.

Seeing the old dwarf with a gray beard and hair, Rhodes didn't react much on the surface, but in his heart he was already shouting "I'll strangle it". Because Rod could clearly feel the feeling of danger from the other party, and the gods game space also told Rod that the old dwarf was a powerhouse of the golden pinnacle rank!

As for the strength of the other five dwarves, including Habu, the strength is also good, except for Habu, who is the peak rank of bronze, the other four dwarves are two silver rank and two bronze-rank!

"Master Barrow! It's right on the counter!"

As Rhodes was estimating in his mind, Hab, the dwarf who ran out of his hand, hurriedly spoke, and the few planks, iron bars, steel bars and the like that he was still carrying in his hands.

Hearing Habu's words, the old dwarf named Bro instantly appeared on the counter, and then took Rod's ceremonial saber in his hand, and then directly pulled it out and began to observe it seriously.

Several of the other dwarves, including Habu, stood silently to the side, watching as Bro weighed the ceremonial saber in his hand and performed test actions such as swinging and slashing. To the surprise of those who didn't know, the nobleman's sword, which looked quite slender, quickly slashed through the air without making a sound at all, and only saw black phantoms one after another!

"Habu !!" After a few swings, the rather old-looking Dwarven Master assumed a posture ready to swing his sword, and then shouted to Habu, who was standing from the sidelines and watching.

"Yes!" After hearing Master Barrow's voice, Habu, who had been prepared, directly threw out a few pieces of hard wood, iron bars, and steel bars in his hand.

"Whew-"

"Zla-z-la-"

Before the wood, iron, and steel bars that were thrown away were slashed by countless black sword shadows, and then with a slightly harsh sound, these woods, iron bars, and steel bars were all cut into pieces and fell to the ground.

Seeing the shards of wood and steel fall to the ground, Master Bro ignored them at all, his attention was all on the still faint but undamaged saber in his hand.

Compared to Master Barrow, who was fully engaged in observation, those dwarves who were far inferior in age and strength were unable to hold their breath and began to discuss the situation just now and the noble sword in a whisper.

"What a sharp sword!"

"Look at the color of the sword, it seems to be black iron?"

"I guess it's not just black iron, but it may also have other things added."

Although the discussion of several dwarves was small, most of the people present heard it. Rhodes ignored this discussion, and his face was light. Master Bulo, who was carrying the sword and observing it carefully, had a slightly ugly face, especially after hearing a few juniors he brought out from the tribe discuss whether the long sword in his hand was infused with the expensive but excellent magic metals such as adamantite gold and mythril, his face had become dark.

"Shut up! You'll all come and read it!" The dark-faced Master Bro spoke directly, and then asked the dwarves who had guessed for no reason to take the long sword and observe, and then ran directly in front of Rhodes.

"Human boy, where did that sword come from? Which master made it?" Looking at Rod with a look on his face, Master Bro didn't bother to pretend to be polite, and simply asked the question he wanted to know the most.

It's not surprising that those few dwarves with poor eyesight can't see it, but as a dwarf with the title of master forger, if Bro can't even see the method of building the weapon in his hand, it will be a rare thing!

Master Bro can be sure that the material of the extremely outstanding noble saber is not too prominent, but the peculiar craftsmanship makes the noble saber that does not belong to the scope of magic weapons no worse than magic weapons!

There is no doubt that this never-before-seen craftsmanship is too tempting for Master Brow!

"Master Bulo, I can't answer this matter."

Regarding Master Barrow's question, Rod expressed regret.

Indeed, Rhodes couldn't answer this question, could it be that Rhodes was able to tell Master Sùbro that this weapon was actually a piece of equipment produced by the gods game space, and not some master's forging skills were excellent?

"That's right" Listening to Rod's "apologetic" words, Master Bro couldn't continue to ask, looking at the noble saber in the hands of the other dwarves with a look of regret but burning eyes.

As one of the most skilled dwarves in forging, Bro himself has seen a lot of equipment, but he has never seen equipment like this noble sword!

This is not to say that this noble sword is made of precious materials, on the contrary, Barrow can recognize at a glance that this sword is at most made of a quarter of black iron mixed stainless steel. But it is this kind of material that should be considered a suitable material for casting a one-handed long sword, and after casting a noble saber with higher requirements, the sharpness and tenacity of the table exceeded Bro's experience and insight, and he did not understand how a sword made of this material could achieve this kind of saber!

However, it is a pity that even Master Bro will not dare to do anything to rob him, otherwise the human garrison in the Scarlet Canyon will definitely not mind concocting him well

"Do you need any other equipment, this guest? Just heard Hab say"

Of course, Master Bro, whose fists were useless, began to try to tempt Rod with other things, and the enthusiastic Master Bro did not see Rode's teeth that shone with a white cold light when he laughed.

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Half an hour later, behind the closed Dwarven Blacksmith's shop.

"Elder, is it worth the price we pay?"

Looking at Master Barrow, who was putting the noble saber in front of him in the room and trying to remove a bit of material with a tool, Habu, the dwarf who had just greeted Rhodes and his party, asked with a somewhat pale face.

"Worth it? Of course it's worth it! It's just some refined copper and a little Mithril, and it's totally worth it!"

With a fanatical expression on his face, Barrow didn't look back at all, and continued to study while continuing: "Although those refined ores are still precious in the human world, they are nothing to us dwarves! Oh? How can this material be so hard?"

"Elder, the problem is that I can't explain it to my fellow clansmen."

Looking at Master Barrow, who continued to study the ceremonial saber, the dwarf Habu thought without tears.

While Habu admits that the ceremonial saber was indeed very good, it was definitely not worth the price for ten kilograms (in equivalent units) of refined copper and one or two of the precious magical metals of Mithril!

If these two magical metals are exchanged for human money, they can be sold for at least 12,000 gold coins, how do you think that this noble sword, which is not even an enchanted weapon, is not even as good as 5,000 gold coins, right? Of course, the amount of loss is nothing to Master Brow, but for Habu, a dwarven blacksmith shop manager, it is a very headache!

"Damn it! I can only make up for it from those humans."

Hab, the dwarven who was unwilling to fill the hole himself, made up his mind to transfer the losses to the humans who would later purchase weapons and equipment.

Anyway, for human orc hunters and beast hunting teams who plan to play with orcs, as long as conditions permit, they will definitely not shrink in weapons and equipment that affect their lives. Obviously, the highly skilled dwarven blacksmith shop will definitely attract no shortage of high rollers, and they can fully bear it if they raise the price a little!

What neither Broll, who was studying the saber, nor Hab, who was calculating, was that the human profiteer they had just entertained (Hab) had just played with it out of interest, and that noble saber would be far from being comparable to a single gold coin if the dwarves could really parse the technology in it

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