"Boy, I like you a lot. You can drink as much as I did when I was younger, no, better than I did. Tolstoy said, rubbing his long white beard.

It seems that every dwarf is proud to have a beautiful beard, at least all of them have beards, and beards like Tolstoy's are the favorite of dwarven magicians.

"Thank you master for the compliment, I've just been able to drink it since I was a child. Fat Tiger was shy when he heard Tolstoy's praise.

"Don't be modest, it's a reflection of your ability, I don't know how many dwarves want you to have such abilities and still can't get them. Tolstoy waved his hand, "I admire you, so I decided to tailor a piece of equipment for you, and only a good equipment is worthy of a heroic warrior like you." ”

"Master, don't do it!" the young dwarf couldn't sit still for the first time, "The doctor has already said that you are old, and your body is no longer suitable for forging, and if you insist on going your own way, your body will not be able to stand it." ”

Tolstoy waved his hand and said firmly: "I have made up my mind." It would be an honor to be able to build a weapon for such a heroic warrior in my lifetime. I've just been forging for so many years, except for the freedom at the beginning, the rest of the time is like completing a task, forging has not made me feel real happiness for a long time, I want to experience the feeling of freedom and freedom at the beginning. ”

"Master...... "The young dwarf wanted to say something more.

"Lesser, don't stop me. Tolstoy looked at the young dwarf, and his eyes burned with the fighting spirit of a warrior!

"This ...... All right. The young dwarf named Lesser knew that he could not stop Tolstoy from making a decision, so he agreed.

He sat in the chair and didn't speak, this was Fat Tiger's chance, and it didn't have much to do with him, so all the decisions were made by Fat Tiger himself.

Fat Tiger still spoke.

"Master," he said, with a solemn expression, "I thank you for your kindness to me, but if your body is really not good, don't do these things." ”

"Shut up!" Tolstoy looked angry, "you boys, come together to spoil Lao Tzu's interest." Lao Tzu can't drink wine, and it doesn't matter if you can't soak it, do you have to look at other people's faces now even for forging?!"

It was terrifying for the old dwarf to start a fire, and both Rayser and Fat Tiger had to retreat.

"Master, put out the fire, the two of them are also for your own good. He said: "You are very old, this is a fact, and you yourself know very well that forging is a very wasteful thing, even young men can't last long, let alone an old man?"

"Hmph. Tolstoy snorted coldly and said, "Don't compare me with those useless fellows, old man, although I am old, I still hold a forging hammer." ”

Tolstoy said it so resolutely that there was nothing he could do about it. He only shrugged helplessly and made a helpless expression at the fat tiger.

There was nothing he could do about it, he could only offer some advice to Tolstoy, and if Tolstoy decided to do it, he couldn't stop it.

Fat Tiger also felt very numb, he didn't want such an old man to worry about his equipment, but Tolstoy was too stubborn, and the three of them couldn't change his will.

"What I have decided, no one can change. Alright, you three come with me. Tolstoy got up from his chair as he spoke, leaving the oak glass, which still had half a glass of juice left. In his eyes, as long as it's not wine, there's nothing to be sorry about. Reeser didn't buy wine because he couldn't let Tolstoy drink, so he didn't buy wine, which was also juice, but he didn't dare to waste it like Tolstoy, and this juice also cost a silver coin.

After gulping down the juice in the cup, Rayser turned his head to look and found that Tolstoy had not waited for him at all, and had already walked away with Gloom and Fat Tiger. Lesser screamed and hurriedly chased after him.

"Hey, you wait for me!"

......

In a huge workshop, Dark and Fat Tiger stood in front of a huge furnace and watched as Tolstoy stuffed several large pieces of ore containing many impurities into the furnace.

Although it was said to be ore, it was not an ore at all, it could only be regarded as a mass of slag, which was filled with the smell of sulfur, like some kind of paste formed after solidification.

"This is the famous Ulamobi steel?" asked, pointing to the lump of "slag", with a look of disbelief.

"Yes, this is the famous Uramobi steel. Rayser nodded. He wore a blacksmithed suit made of thick leather, and held a weighty hammer in his hand. Judging from the wonderful patterns on the hammer, the hammer head of this hammer is actually made of ulamobi steel.

"How does this thing look so different from the Uramobi steel in your hand?" a dark frown, the black mass reminded him of the dragon's excrement he had seen when he slain the dragon before.

Resher shook the forging hammer in his hand and said, "The original form of the Ulamobi steel you see is formed by the solidification of the magma from the eruption of our Ulamobi volcano, and there are many impurities in it. It takes a lot of craftsmanship to make my forging hammer head look like this. ”

"Oh~~~" nodded gloomily, "I see." ”

"Actually, I was the one who was most shocked. Rayser said, "Look at the powerful force he displayed in the tavern, how did he become a magician even though he was a samurai?"

When Tolstoy asked Fat Tiger what weapon he needed just now, Fat Tiger spit out two words, but these two words scared Tolstoy and Lesser a lot.

Those two words are - "staff".

The scene of Fat Tiger shaving the head of Green Hair in the tavern is still deeply imprinted in the minds of the two, I thought that Fat Tiger would definitely choose a weapon like a knife or sword, Tolstoy had even thought of several methods in his mind, but I didn't expect Fat Tiger to ask for a staff in the end!

Aren't you a samurai? When did you become a magician?

It's not like that, if all the magicians in the whole continent become like you, then what do you need a samurai for?

A magician who usually puts magic suddenly loses his staff during close combat, pulls out a short knife and rushes up, killing the enemy like chopping melons and vegetables with three or two swords, I am afraid that no matter where he puts it, he will be shocked.

However, Tolstoy is a master of forging, and even if you are special, he can give you a satisfactory plan. As a result, the main body of this staff is composed of Ulamobi steel, and there is a retractable blade at the end, which can dance like a spear when necessary, such a design is very appealing to the fat tiger, and it was immediately adopted.

The power of the grandmaster level is unmistakable.