The elven sanctuary 'Lothlin', it's too far away.

It was in the extreme east of the continent, the deepest part of the Hanhai Grassland, and if he didn't make a teleportation array, Barrett estimated that it would take him more than a year to reach it. Maybe it's two years, or even longer, but who knows, anything can happen on the journey, and a single accidental fall can kill you in the deserted artemisia grass.

Even if you take the teleportation circle, reach the border city of the Holy Araso Kingdom, and then pass through the boundless Hanhai Grassland, it will take nearly two months, which is still the best case not to get lost.

Because there is no teleportation array in the Holy Land, it is the last pure land of the elves.

Moreover, even if he was able to reach the Elven Holy Land against all odds, it would be impossible for the arrogant and conservative Elves to grant his request. Barrett reckoned that the pointy-eared wouldn't even touch a shred of air in 'Lothlorin'.

Alas, this matter has to be considered in the long run.

"Elite warriors always cherish their weapons, I know that. The dwarven blacksmith handed the sword back to Barrett and beckoned to the troll next to him, "You can see that it's a good sword, and although it looks a little ordinary, the forging process is not bad." More importantly, it has its own unique soul. ”

"Soul?" he loved it, but never really thought a sword would have a soul.

"Yes, it's not a metaphor. The dwarven blacksmith took the glass from the troll's hand, "It may sound like a bit of a, but every good weapon has a different character and inner being, and like a psalm, the weapon conveys its emotions to the user. Believe me, it's true, as a blacksmith who has been hammering iron at the anvil for a hundred and twenty years, I can feel it clearly. ”

He took a sip of his wine and motioned for Barrett to sit down, "What's the name of this sword? ”

"Ahem, it's called ......" The brute suddenly felt a little shy, "It's called 'Iron Bride'." ”

The dwarf raised an eyebrow, "Oh, good name." He laughs. Barrett didn't know how much truth was in his words, "I once met an Assassin, a human Assassin, what is his name?" the blacksmith patted his head, "I'm sorry, I forgot." In short, the Assassin named his dagger Beloved. Every time he's done with his work – I mean killing, what else can an assassin do – he'll have fun with his 'beloved', and he'll use his 'dedication' to water and wash the dagger's body, you know......"

"No, no, I don't have that hobby, in fact the name was given by my companion. Barrett hurriedly explained, but was stopped by the dwarven blacksmith.

"Hey, don't be nervous, man. It seems to me that this is normal and there is nothing strange about it. The blacksmith waved his hand, "On a lonely night, cold steel can sometimes be more mesmerizing than a fiery body of the opposite sex, and it can also bring people peaceful dreams and sleep, isn't it?"

Whatever you say, I prefer fiery bodies anyway, Barrett thought to herself. The dwarf in front of him spoke strangely, a little crepe, not unlike the other dwarves he had encountered.

The dwarven blacksmith was not discouraged by the barbarian's response, and he asked good-naturedly, "Since this delicate girl is no longer up to her job." He pointed to Barrett's sword, "Do you need to find a new love? Adventurers always need weapons, don't they?" Swords, tomahawks, hammers, scimitars, whatever you want, I've got them all here. But I don't sell bows and arrows, I don't have crossbows, and yes, Metal Moans never sells ranged weapons. Don't ask me why, who hasn't had any special rules. ”

The blacksmith chattered, "I see you seem to like red iron. He pointed to the brute's bracers again, "I have quite a few here, you can take a look at them." Not many people like this metal, it's too heavy, but you're a strong guy and can easily wield a red iron weapon. Oh, I almost forgot, you humans should call it magic iron. You humans like to use the word 'demon', don't you? magic, magic iron, magic beasts, magic wands, as if you bring this word, you will be invisibly more powerful. ”

"No, thanks, I have my own spare weapon. Barrett shook her head. In addition to the Resonant Battle Axe, he also had a magic sword, which was one of the rewards given to him by the gnome mage, "I'd rather pick a better shield, if you have one, though." ”

"Ha, a good shield, of course!" the dwarf jumped off the bench, walked towards the back room with his glass, and turned to beckon to Barrett, "If Ger Hammer doesn't even sell his shield one day, it must be old and not far from death." You know, no shield can hold back the invasion of time, can it? Time is the best weapon, but it's too powerful for us to master, not even the mages and gods. However, everything in this world has its own counterparts, and even time is no exception. Do you know there's something that you can't do with time?"

"What is it?" Barrett asked duly, taking on his role as a platter.

The dwarven blacksmith stopped and turned his head to look at the barbarian, "It's a psalm, it's a ballad, it's a work that speaks to the heart of man." He said solemnly, "These works will be passed down forever and remembered by future generations, they don't even need a carrier, people will pass them on by word of mouth, and no matter how long they can't be erased." ”

"Oh, I see. Barrett perfunctory.

The master blacksmith shook his head and didn't say anything more, but the expression on his face seemed to say, "Am I not sick, what are you talking to a barbarian?"

He came to the door of a house, "I'll show you a few epic shields I treasure, and you should be satisfied." ”

He handed the glass to Barrett and took out a bunch of keys and rummaged through them, "Just as you think, blacksmiths always hide the good equipment they have crafted, waiting for someone to come. I don't know who started doing this in the first place, but it's a good way to sell and it's become the norm now. You ask me what is a destined person......? In my opinion, it's the kind of guy who doesn't look too nasty, and he's very rich. Yes, that last one is important, isn't it?"

He's pretty rich, and Barrett isn't too worried about it. This adventure about the 'Gnome Mage and the Magic Tower', although the process is full of twists and turns, the ending is passable, at least the little mage got the right to use a secondary tower as he wished. So Barrett was also paid quite handsomely.

......

From the 'metal moan', the sky was getting dark.

Barrett stood in the street a little dazed, watching goblins, trolls, kobolds, ogres, minotaurs and other various species pass in front of him politely and quietly like a gentleman. In a high-rise building opposite, there is even a female drow leaning in the shadow on the second floor, seemingly waiting for the night to fall boredly.

In contrast, the humans in the city-state were extraordinarily rude, yes, rude and free.

At this time, it has been nearly a month since Barrett stabbed Serio in the nameless space to obtain the blood of the black dragon.

It was not for nothing that the black dragon was called the 'Corruptor of All Things', and Barrett did not know that even its blood was so corrosive.

At that time, the brute was poured with dragon blood, and the dark red blood soaked through his leather armor and spread down his neck. His eyes were so stinging that he couldn't see, and the skin on his body began to festering horribly as if soaked in acid.

The brute relied on his strong will and patience to keep himself from losing consciousness in that boundless pain. Immediately afterward, he heard the shouts of the little ghost and others in the sky, and jumped off the dragon's back again at the moment when the dragon's breath reached his body.

However, the 'Iron Bride' is still in the face.

......