Redbeard's camp, inside a blacksmith tent. Morwritte was topless, holding a silver-white hammer. Concentrate on tapping the knife embryo on the cutting board. It's been two days since the Grey Dwarves joined Redbeard. It's just that he showed his hand in front of Mr. Two, and he was assigned to the blacksmith shop.

"Mogg, you're a silver-level blacksmith, aren't you?" The mountain dwarf who stood aside to turn a sledgehammer for the gray dwarf had bright eyes and a red face.

"Oh, I'd like to do that too," the grey dwarf's silvery-white hammer slammed into the chopping board like a piledriver, "I'm just a blacksmith of black iron." I'm a bit of an inferior person, and I've failed to qualify twice in a row. ”

The Grey Dwarf was not lying, as he had already been promoted to a Black Iron Blacksmith in the second year after his travels from the Western Ghats, but unfortunately, he failed in the next two promotions to Silver Blacksmith. Redbeard gathered many adventurers in the wilderness, but there was still a shortage of good blacksmiths among them, and the gray dwarf revealed his identity and immediately received preferential treatment.

The Grey Dwarf has a black Iron Waist tag around his waist, and with this Black Iron Waist Tag, the Grey Dwarf can walk around Redbeard's camp without worrying about the trouble of the law enforcement team. Morgriette had seen an adventurer with a bamboo tag around his neck being forked out of the valley by the law enforcement team and hung on a wooden shelf.

Redbeard's camp looks chaotic, but in fact it is in order. As soon as the adventurer crossed the line in the valley, a law enforcement team immediately stepped forward, and the Qing was whipped and hung on a wooden shelf outside the valley. In such weather, hanging on a wooden shelf outside the valley, after a night, it will definitely turn into a popsicle.

Mr. Two is the leader of the law enforcement team, and if Mr. Two's mask is lifted, the gray dwarf will find that this is an acquaintance, and it is an acquaintance with a great enmity. The Wind Goat Knight and Mowglitte had a big battle on the stone bridge, and in the end they were thrown off the stone bridge and survived. However, at Redbeard's camp, neither of them recognized each other, one wearing a mask, and the other had changed his appearance.

Mowglitte made a few wrinkles on his forehead, a shallow scar on his face, and a slightly sharpened chin, looking like an experienced adventurer in the wilderness, a little vicissitudes, a little stingy gray dwarf. The name hasn't changed, it's still Mogg, and there are too many gray dwarves called Mogg in the Western Ghats, just like the human Tom.

"After this Eternal Night, you will definitely become an excellent blacksmith, at least through the Silver Blacksmith rank!" The sledgehammer for Mowglitte was a distant relative of the Grey Dwarf, a mountain dwarf named Habs, a good guy with a straightforward heart and a warm heart.

When Mowglitte first arrived at Camp Redbeard, Mr. Two had been assigned a lot of work, and no one wanted to work with the new gray dwarf. Everyone can see that Mr. Two doesn't like this cool-looking gray dwarf very much, of course, no one knows why, you must know that Mr. Two is much kinder to blacksmiths than ordinary adventurers. You can see this by looking at their food. Ordinary adventurers, a day of black bread no more than elbow length, in such weather, a more than a hundred pounds of adventurer, only such a small amount of black bread, is definitely not enough.

The blacksmiths' food is much better, at least they have enough white bread, you can eat as much as you want, it doesn't matter if you eat desperately with your belly open, and there is a potato and beef soup every other day. Of course, there are additional rewards for good performance. Morgaret was rewarded with three chicken legs the next day, and he gave one to his companion, Habs the Mountain Dwarf. From then on, Habs admired this veteran with a face full of vicissitudes, and when he was smoking dry tobacco between striking iron, Habs sat next to the gray dwarf and chattered endlessly, even telling Morgritte what kind of woman he liked, how old he was and how old he was to wet the bed.

The gray dwarves were not used to the taste of tobacco, although many gray dwarves loved this thing, but according to Habs, only when you smoke dry tobacco, Mr. Two will not think that you are lazy, because he also likes to smoke dry tobacco.

Of course, the gray dwarf does not need to be lazy, even if Mr. Two's work tasks are half more than others, Morgaret and Habs can still complete them ahead of schedule, and they can complete them quickly and well.

"Hey, old man, can't you slow down," Habs reminded the gray dwarf privately, "we're going on like this, and the others don't even have bread to eat!"

The combination of the Grey Dwarves and the Mountain Dwarves had done more than twice as much work the next day, and that night, Morwritte and Habs had a steak feast, the fried golden veal squeaks squeaked and juicy on the plate, and the mouth was full of sweet juice when they took a bite. And the others were depressed and munching on tasteless white bread.

From the third day, the Grey Dwarf followed the Mountain Dwarf to smoke a dry tobacco, and he soon fell in love with the feeling. It is said that Redbeard hated the smell of tobacco very much, but there were too many people who liked to smoke dry tobacco, so Lord Red Beard set aside a special place in the camp in the valley for dry tobacco.

It's a good place, and the news of what happened inside Camp Redbeard was the first thing to spread. The news here is the most numerous, because those who like to smoke can't help but turn into a chatter after taking a puff. The gray dwarf found that even he was no exception. Swallow a few puffs of dry tobacco, spit it out again, and you can say anything. It may not be clear how many people there are in the Redbeard camp, but which tent has good food, which tent has fun, where the women are beautiful, and where the things are cheap. There is all sorts of news.

Morgaret liked this place after visiting it a few times, anyway, with the strength of the gray dwarf, he could complete a whole day's tasks in half a day, and the rest of the time, Morgaret was almost smoking dry tobacco. Habs was also happy, and since he had followed the gray dwarves, his life had never been more comfortable, and he could eat meat and smoke as he pleased, for Mogg struck iron much faster than the average blacksmith. The flames in the furnace seemed to be particularly tamed after encountering the gray dwarves, and the knife embryos were tamed like sheep on the cutting board.