Damn!

Romanov's heart trembled, and he glanced at Karov in disbelief, hoping to deduce the truth of the medicine through the reaction of this well-informed old man.

But Karoff was also confused.

Although Karoff had seen some rare potions with his father, the magic continent was too big, and strange potions were endless, and he was not a pharmacist specializing in potions, so he couldn't tell.

"Romanov warriors!" Shen Chai said in a provocative tone, "How dare you fight?"

"Hmph! pretend to be a ghost, and fight to fight!" Romanov stretched out his heavy hand to Shen Xiaohe, although he had some doubts in his heart, but he was not so frightened by Shen Chai's few moments.

Yes and no, try it and you'll know!

Shen Xiaohei also stretched out her little hand to Romanov's big hand, she already fully understood what Shen Chai meant, and now with the guise of potions, she could exert the power of her magical beast without being suspicious.

Just when the two disproportionate hands were about to clasp together, Shen Chai suddenly shouted: "Slow!"

"Damn! What's the matter!" Romanov said impatiently, but he thought to himself: Could it be that this kid has a weak heart?

"I almost forgot a very important thing," Shen Chai said happily, "We just made a bet, and we haven't said what the bet is!"

"Whatever you want, just say it!" said Romanov with a wave of his hand, "you can't win anyway!"

In the face of Romanov's humiliation and arrogance, Shen Chai did not mean to be angry at all, on the contrary, the more Romanov was like this, the happier Shen Chai was in his heart.

"Since the great warrior is so generous, then I'm not welcome!" The corners of Shen Chai's mouth hooked up into a triumphant smile, "That, I heard that your father is a master foundry?"

"Yes, and one of the chief foundries of the Hammer Tribe!" said Romanov triumphantly, "and, as his son, I am also a gifted forger!"

The classification of the casters is very simple, and it is determined by the level of the magic guide that the casters can cast.

Each level of magic guides is divided into one to three stars.

For example, if a caster can cast a low-level one-star magic guide, then he is a low-grade caster, and if he can cast a medium-level one-star magic guide, then he is a medium-grade caster.

The specific correspondence rules are: low-level magic guide corresponds to the low-grade caster, mid-level magic guide corresponds to the medium-grade caster, high-level magic guide corresponds to the high-grade caster, super-level magic guide corresponds to the casting master, and the holy weapon corresponds to the casting master.

There are also legendary artifacts, which can only be forged by a caster known as a "god craftsman", but the god craftsman only appears in the legendary "God Age", and in today's magic continent, the highest level of the foundry is a casting saint who lives in the dungeon, and it is said that he is more than 400 years old.

The cultivation of a foundry master is very difficult, not only to be familiar with the characteristics of various casting materials, master skilled casting skills, have high-grade casting tools, but also have a certain level of magic power.

Typically, it takes at least five years for an apprentice foundry to grow into a true low-grade caster, and it takes ten years or more to grow from a low-grade caster to a medium-grade caster.

And the nineteen-year-old Romanov is already a medium-grade caster, which is definitely talented!

"That's easy to do!" Shen Chai's face remained silent, but a gleam flashed in his eyes, "I lack a magic guide now, and Lord Ling Zun happens to be a casting master, so this is fate!"

Hearing this, Romanov and Karov looked at each other.

Although Shen Chai didn't say it directly, his meaning was already obvious, that is, he had the cheekiness to ask the chief caster of the Iron Hammer Tribe to forge a magic guide for him!

"Well, I'm afraid this won't work!" said Romanov, shaking his head.

"Hmm, why not?" Shen Chai was directly stunned when he heard this, "Could it be that the chief foundry of the dignified Iron Hammer Tribe would be so slammy!"

"Nonsense! It's not a matter of slamming the door, no, no, no!" Romanov said categorically.

"No, right?" Shen Chai admitted again, "That's good, let's stop wrestling with him! Let's go! Master Ben will lead you down to dance!"

As he spoke, Shen Chai pulled Shen Xiaohei and walked off the stage.

"Oh, hey, don't go!"

Seeing that Shen chased the two of them and stopped competing with him, Romanov suddenly became anxious, I took so much trouble to finally have a chance to regain face, how could I just let you go!

Romanov suddenly jumped up from his chair and grabbed Shen Chai's wrist.

Shen Chai felt like he was stuck in his arm by a steel hoop.

"What? have you changed your mind?" Shen Chai didn't dodge, letting him hold on to himself, and didn't even use a little strength to resist.

"Well, I'll tell you the truth," Romanov said with a frown, "It's not that my father won't forge for you, it's that he is not in the Hammer Tribe at all now, and he is going to the dungeon with the chieftain for a meeting, so I can't agree to your request!"

Shen Chai's heart suddenly cooled when he heard this: "Oh, so that's the case!"

It seems that his little abacus has been shortened this time!

"But don't forget," continued Romanov, "I'm also a medium-grade caster, and I can forge a magic guide for you!"

When Shen Chai heard this, he felt that this seemed to be okay, although Romanov definitely couldn't compare with his father, but after all, he could get a magic guide, and the lower the grade would be lower, it would be better than not getting anything!

"Well," Shen Chai looked very embarrassed, pondered for a long time, and finally nodded, "Okay, I'll reluctantly agree." ”

When Romanov heard this, he directly felt MMP in his heart, are you still reluctant?

Why am I so worthless as a medium-grade foundry?!

In the end, Shen Xiaohei sat back at the stone table, ready to wrestle with the Romanovs.

Romanov couldn't wait to stretch out his big steely hand, Shen Xiaohe slowly stretched out his white and tender little hand, and the two disproportionate hands were held together!

Pinching Shen Xiaohe's little hand, Romanov felt like he was grabbing a soft little chick, and with a little force, he could crush the bones of his whole body!

He suddenly sneered in his heart: Little girl, you dare to steal the limelight from my Romanov, look at this warrior this time to give you a good long memory!

Victory, forever to the great dwarven warriors!

Thank you for the reward of "Yueweiyang QD" children's shoes!

(End of chapter)