The center of the continent, the "happy land" of aliens in the human world, and the reflection of the floating city - the city-state of Muya.

In a blacksmith shop called 'Metal Moan', the dwarven master smith 'Gel Hammer' sat on a high chair near the window in the back room, enjoying a rare leisure time with a cup of malt beer.

The hammer is the most common dwarven surname, and most of the dwarves of this surname are skilled in crafting sophisticated weapons and armor, and have produced many world-famous master blacksmiths. Geer Stronghammer's own forging skills are also excellent, and although he is not one of the best in the entire Muya city-state, he is definitely ranked high.

The arrival of midsummer makes the temperature on weekdays hotter and hotter. There's nothing quite like a glass of cold ale in these days.

The frost-patterned oak goblet in Gehr Hammer's hand is nothing ordinary, and the constant zero-ring spell 'Frozen Ray' on it can continuously cool down the wine inside, making it the perfect choice for cooling off in summer.

It's just that this magic wine cup needs to be recharged every six months by the alchemist who sold it, and the recharge price of ten gold coins each time is still a little heart-wrenching.

It's not impossible to find other mages you know to recharge on your behalf, after all, even an apprentice magician can do something as simple as charging. However, since the constant circle in the wine glass is imprinted with the alchemist's own unique 'arcane mark', if another mage charges it on his behalf, there is a certain danger that the magic wine glass will be damaged.

Alas, the mages of the sub-alchemy faction are getting better at business, the dwarven forge master shook his head, sometimes it's hard to distinguish them from the cunning merchants.

Forget it, a good day is not the time to think about these things. Geer Hammer took a sip of the ale in the glass, and the cold liquid flowed down his esophagus into his stomach, opening the pores of his whole body comfortably.

Most of the dwarves give the impression of other races as rude, loyal and stubborn, loud and loud, and like to laugh heartily, while the master blacksmith is the best among them because he is often accompanied by molten fires and anvils, and in terms of fiery and enthusiasm.

But Ger Hammer was not one of them.

He was a well-bred dwarf (self-conceived) who liked to read books and books in his spare time, and to read books of prose and poetry written by human and elven poets. Because poetry can make people empty themselves, gain a special kind of tranquility and concentration in the mind, and it is also a great benefit for forging equipment.

Every time Ger Hammer opens a furnace to create special equipment, he reads a few chapters of Psalms to find inspiration for wielding a hammer, which is his unique blacksmithing technique.

The famous poet Chongshu Qian once said: "If you take a bath, look at a flower, eat a meal, if you feel happy, it is not all because the bath is clean, the flowers bloom well, or the food is to your taste, but mainly because you have no obstacles in your heart." ”

Gehr Hammer is in such a state of mind at the moment—he has nothing to do in his heart, he is accompanied by fine wine in his hand, and the sound of striking iron is endless, and the sweaty pedestrians outside the window make his heart feel an indescribable pleasure.

I'm drinking inside when it's pouring rain outside, I'm drinking inside when it's snowing outside, I'm drinking inside when the sun is scorching outside......

Presumably, this is what poets often say, the realm of "no desire and no desire". Gehr Hammer feels as if he has a new understanding of life.

He heard his apprentice, the forest troll 'Cecil', a hard-working lad who never slouched and whose weapons were barely eye-catching, and Gal Hammer was pleased with him.

He planned to pass on his unique forging skills in a few years, and by the way, he would give Cecil a few hardcover books of prose and poetry, and as for how much he could comprehend in the future, it would be up to the troll boy to create himself.

Cecil wasn't actually the forest troll's original name, his original name seemed to be 'Whatever Lac', which Gerr Hammer didn't remember. He only vaguely remembered that the industrious young man seemed to be the son of the leader of some troll clan.

But in the city-state of Muya, no matter who you were or what your previous surname was, it didn't make sense. After being trained and brainwashed by human mages, these alien races, who were originally very savage, must accept their new identity in order to live a normal life here.

If there is no way to accept the new self, then it can only disappear quietly.

Of course, dwarves, elves, dwarfs and other races are not among the training of human mages, after all, everyone has been "good neighbors" for thousands of years, and they get along with each other very well, even if there is a little friction occasionally.

Suddenly, the sound of striking iron outside was interrupted, and there seemed to be guests in the blacksmith's shop.

'Metal Moans' are especially famous for their weapons and shields, so there are not a few guests on weekdays. However, Cecil can handle the ordinary guest himself, and he does not need Gel Hammer to come forward to receive him.

The master blacksmith is thinking about the large piece of 'Astral Drifting Iron' he got some time ago, and he plans to use this special metal to create an epic shield. If nothing else, this build should be a sure thing for him.

Just then, the troll Cecil knocked on the door of the back room, "Master, the guests outside need you to come out and have a look." ”

"How many times have I said don't call me master!" said Gehr Hammer, jumping from his high chair and dissatisfied, "call me master, or master." He opened the door and saw the troll boy with a silly face.

"Hey, I forgot. Cecil scratched the back of his head, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and said embarrassedly.

The master blacksmith handed the oak wine glass in his hand to his apprentice, "Help me hold it, don't drink it secretly, you are not old enough to drink!" In fact, when he was three years old, he could easily drink three glasses of ale.

Ger Hammer walked calmly to the outhouse, and was confronted by the guest that the apprentice could not handle.

It was a very sturdy human, with a tattoo on his forehead and a short and medium-sized hair tied up at the back of his head in a tight bun (ball head). He had a horrible scar on his throat and was clad in tattered cyan leather armor. The leather armor seemed to be petrified cowhide, but it had been badly corroded.

The guest held a one-handed sword in his hand, and the whole person looked quite restrained, but it made Ger Stronghammer feel a trace of indescribable pressure, like facing a sleeping dragon.

This man is undoubtedly a very powerful fellow, the master blacksmith judged in his heart, and he is a fresh face.

"What do you want?" asked the dwarf politely, "our weapons and shields here are of the highest quality in the entire city-state of Muya, and if you want armor, I can recommend a few, and you can remodel them according to your size." ”

"Oh, I didn't mean to buy weapons. "I'm here because I've heard that you're a master at weapon forging, and I'd like you to help you repair a weapon." After saying that, the guest pulled the one-handed sword from its scabbard and handed it over respectfully.

Master Blacksmith Gehr Stronghammer stretched out his hand to bear the sword and looked at it carefully with a serious expression.

This is an ordinary-looking standard longsword, which is very heavy to start with, and a lot of magic iron has been added to the forging. There was no trace of magic on the sword, so it should have not been enchanted.

The sword was covered with strange dark red marks, not like rust, because ordinary rust could not rust into the inside of the metal, but the dark red marks had been corroded by the long sword from the inside out.

The long sword is useless. Ger Hammer shook his head inwardly. He is an expert in metals and has a good understanding of the habits of almost all metals in the multiverse.

The dark red marks had already corroded the entire weapon, and he estimated that with only a little force, the sick sword would most likely break as a result, and there must be more than one break.

The metal that became the body of the sword, whether it was steel or magic iron, had lost its original properties under the influence of the dark red mark. It is impossible for it to be reforged, and if it is re-forged, it is likely that the long sword will not be left with a trace of slag in the baptism of flames.

"You want to repair this sword?" asked Gol Hammer, frowning.

The guest nodded, looking at him expectantly, "As long as it can be repaired, the price is definitely not a problem." If you need any other scarce materials, you can also let me know. ”

Many adventurers have a deep love for their weapons, and Gol Hammer, as a master of forging weapons, understands this. He'd repaired a lot of crippled weapons before, giving them a new lease of life, even stronger than before.

But he really can't do anything about this weapon.

"Sorry, I can't fix it. "This sword can't even enter the furnace now, and I can't imagine how I can bring it back to life." ”

"Is there really no other way?" said the guest's calm expression with sadness that could not be concealed.

The master blacksmith thought about it in his mind, and it really made him think of a feasible method, "Do you know the elven forging technique?" he asked.

"I've heard of it, but I don't know much about it. "The guest came back sincerely.

"I've heard of it. I can tell you very responsibly that it is impossible to fix it with traditional forging methods. "But if you can enter the elven sanctuary of 'Lothlorin' and convince the proud elves to use their special forging methods to bring this sword back to life through the power of elven altars, ancient spells, and moonlight." ”

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