At noon, after enjoying lunch in the hotel and resting for a while, Wang Feng took Lily to the street. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Akalu was in the room, and Lily deliberately avoided Myron, so Myron and Thongrod did not come out with them.

Lily, who is not short of money at present, spent a lot of money in many stores, and came to the blacksmith shop with Wang Feng with satisfaction.

There are only two races that open a blacksmith shop in Scalle City, one is a dwarf, and the other is naturally a human, the former is expensive and the latter is cheaper, which just corresponds to several different levels and the need for weapons.

Ding-ding-ding-

The sound of metal crashing was heard, and Wang Feng and Lily entered through the main entrance. The dwarven blacksmith is not large, there is only one dwarf in it, most dwarven blacksmiths only have one or two dwarves, and the human blacksmith shop will have a lot more.

Short and stout, Wang Feng visually inspected the dwarven blacksmith, who was less than the height of his chest, and his arms were thicker than his thighs.

Wang Feng learned that the dwarf didn't like it very much, and that someone had wooed him while he was working. The dwarf has a fiery temper, if he gets angry, Wang Feng's business, he will definitely not continue.

Wang Feng is not interested in how people strike iron, and at the same time, Lily is not interested at all. She accompanied her brother out this time, and the main task was to pay, no way, who called herself a brother who couldn't touch the money?

The wait was always long, and they didn't look at the dwarf, the forging weapon had already reached that point. Lily found a place to sit down, and began to wrap blue arcs of thunder around her fingers.

Wang Feng looked at the weapons hanging on the wall and on the shelves, these weapons were more intermediate, less advanced, and none of them were low-level or saint-level. These weapons are made by heating, percussion, and removing impurities, which is naturally completely different from the method of making spiritual weapons.

There was a long ding, and the rough sound came into Wang Feng's ears.

"Have you chosen your weapon?"

The dwarves are done, but the weapon is not finished, and it is still a half-finished product.

"No, I'm here to build weapons. ”

The dwarf glanced at Wang Feng in surprise, ordinary human beings come here to build weapons and buy weapons, they will respect him as a master, this human speaks directly, just like their dwarves.

He likes, though, and he doesn't like humans with false personalities.

"Oh. He took out the bag of wine from the hanging room, and he took a sip, "Cool!"

"You're a mage?"

The dwarf looked at Wang Feng's nondescript clothes and said in surprise, generally only the robes of human mages like to connect their clothes with their pants. As for the other female human, the identity is already very obvious.

It would be very strange if both humans were mages and came to his blacksmith shop to choose weapons.

"No, I'm a Taoist priest. ”

"Daoist?" the dwarf thought for a while, feeling particularly annoying, this kind of thing still let the goblin think about it.

For something he had never heard of at all, the dwarf threw him aside.

"What weapon are you going to build?"

"This is it. Wang Feng took out a dark iron sword from his pocket space and threw it into the dwarf's hand.

"This shouldn't be a sword, right?"

As a master blacksmith, this is the first time that the dwarf has seen such a weapon. Still outwardly, this weapon is the most similar to a sword.

His curiosity was suddenly sparked, and it was one of his pleasures to be able to create different kinds of weapons.

"Yes, I want you to make me one hundred and ten identical swords. ”

One hundred and ten, and it should be exactly the same? The dwarf felt that his head was not enough, and the exact same request and the number of one hundred and ten could be regarded as very normal if they were separated, but this was not normal at all.

The exact same requirement is enough to increase the price of crafting a weapon several times over. Because it takes several times longer to build an identical weapon than to build a similar weapon.

"For your soldiers?" asked the dwarf curiously.

"No, use it yourself. "Wang Feng told the truth.

"What are you doing with so many weapons? With so many weapons, even if you can use one of them in a year, I'm afraid you won't be able to use them all in your life. And with my craft, I can keep your weapon from breaking for at least ten years, except for some special accidents, of course. ”

Wang Feng didn't answer the dwarf's words, even if he said that these weapons were used together, I was afraid that the other party would still think that he was showing him. You know, in the world of Walliland, there is no such thing as a sword formation.

People here use a maximum of two weapons at a time.

"How long will it take to build one hundred and ten of these swords?" Wang Feng asked directly.

"Wait, I'll look into it. ”

The silver-white fighting qi was wrapped around the Xuantie Sword, and Wang Feng understood that the other party was already at the peak level of the Silver Fifth Rank. With the natural strength of dwarves, humans are generally no match for dwarves in the same level.

Unlike Leoly, the dwarves are much faster than her.

"There's a lot of material in it that I've never seen before. "The dwarven master is depressed, when did the world of Wariland appear so many strange iron-striking materials.

Could it be that these materials were all retrieved from the world of the dead?

This is very likely.

"If you want to make it from the exact same material, I don't. "To create an identical weapon, normally speaking, even the materials used to forge the weapon should be exactly the same, if nothing else, the other party should have these materials on him.

Thinking of this, the dwarf's eyes shone with golden light, and he could see different materials for striking iron, which was a very exciting thing for him.

"I have the materials. ”

"Well, come with me to the warehouse. ”

Space storage is a good thing, and he has one in the dwarven master, but the space is too small, and it is almost full of ten weapons.

He also has a general understanding of the identity of a human being, it must be the young master of the big family, otherwise it is impossible for him to put one hundred and ten materials in his space storage. Moreover, the human female mage who came with him had a magic robe that ordinary silver-level mages could not afford to wear, not to mention that they were still so young.

Unlike the places where weapons are forged, the dwarven warehouses are very large, with a variety of iron-striking materials and weapons.

"Put it here. ”

The dwarf master pointed to an open place, and with a wave of Wang Feng's big hand, one hundred and ten copies of the materials of the Xuantie Sword suddenly appeared on the ground. The dwarven master couldn't help but approach, and stroked the dark iron essence stone with his hand, as if he were his own child.

Seeing the other party's expression, Wang Feng didn't bother him, just stood quietly aside.