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Maybe usually, the mountain dwarf Sorak said that the ancient dragon king was his master, Dinktyr would definitely be treated as a joke, you must know that the reports and news of the big 6 witnessing the dragon storage zài must be traced back to at least a hundred years ago, the dragon clan is indeed a powerful creature in this world, but now the people who have witnessed the dragon saving zài are probably rarer than the dragon slaying warriors, many times the dragon is a mythical story and the memory zài that only appears in the poetry of the poet.

But at this moment, Dinktyr did not dare to question Sorak's words, because not long ago, he had witnessed a living dragon descending in front of his eyes, and I have to say that it was the first time Dinktil had seen a real dragon in his life, and that kind of majesty and overwhelming power made people feel completely desperate in an instant, and could not breed a little resistance. Those dragon slayer warriors in bullshit adventure novels are simply bragging, dragons are not at all mortals can deal with with swords, in Dinktyr's opinion, the majestic dragon made like white jade only needs to lie down and roll to crush an entire infantry team!

Okay! By now, Dinktier has roughly sorted out some information, to put it simply, his group was abducted to its territory by an ancient dragon king on the way to escape, and now this dragon king intends to let his group stay and serve him, as for why he chose his group involves some grievances between gods, of course, these 'grievances' are not something that Dinktil is qualified to know. In return for his effectiveness, the Dragon King gave himself and his people a stable and free living environment and a generous reward!

The original final destination of Dinktil and his party was also the Western Holy Capital, where it is said to have taken in many races that had escaped from the persecution of the Holy See, including elves, orcs, and dwarves. Anyway, after going to the Holy Capital, Dinktyr was just looking for a stable life without slavery, and now the ancient dragon king's request seems to be no different, and Dinktyr is not stupid, since the dragon king can let his servants take his group captive to the Arnold Mountains, I am afraid that he has no intention of letting himself go.

The consequence of refusal is probably death!

Dinktier didn't immediately reply to Sorak about the Dragon King's suggestion, after all, he was only a leader who was temporarily recommended on the way to escape, and he would have to wait until the other dwarven companions woke up to make a decision. As for Thorak's reply, he was not unhappy with Dinktyr's reply, and expressed his willingness to wait until all the dwarves had awakened before deliberating.

Dinktyr, who had eaten a lot of food next, was ready to visit the place he was in the company of Sorak, and after walking out of the room and passing through a narrow passage, the heat on his face suddenly made Dinkteil feel like he was in a steamer. It doesn't look like it's so hot, it doesn't look like it's in the middle of a snowy mountain, it's a bit like the blazing desert where Philitok lives. Wait┉┉How could it be so cool in that house just now?

Sorak handed Dinktil a white emblem, and the feeling of heat in the emblem disappeared instantly, and the temperature around him dropped to an extremely comfortable level. This emblem is worn by all craftsmen in the forge hall, mainly to avoid heat stroke and other conditions caused by continuous work in a hot environment, which will reduce the efficiency of the craftsmen.

Before he could take a few more steps, the huge main hall was already in front of Dinktil's eyes, and the dwarf was almost immediately shocked by the huge complex of buildings in front of him.

The large pool in the center is boiling with hot lava, the glittering magic is constantly pumping magma from the ground, hundreds of tall minotaurs are busy among them, and from time to time there are several dwarves directing the work, one by one the built armor and weapons are neatly placed on the shelves, the sound of hammers hitting the metal, the grinding sound is endless, Dinkteel feels as if his memory has returned to the days when he used to build weapons in the Thunderstone tribe.

It's just that there is no such imposing forging hall in the Thunderstone Clan, and compared to the tribal forging hall that once made Dinkteil proud, it is like a simple small workshop.

In fact, what Dinktil sees now is only the tip of the iceberg of the entire forging hall, as a weapon factory that once supplied the entire White Dragon clan and friendly forces in the Dragon War, the conventional weapon workshop in the forge hall alone can accommodate tens of thousands of people working at the same time, plus the new workshop opened up in the later stage for the production of zuò golems and various large military equipment, the maximum limit can accommodate more than 50,000 people for production, and so far the forge hall has only been cleaned up a small part.

Watching the hot molten iron flow into the mold and the sparks from the hammer strike, Dinktier felt his desire for forging become irrepressible.

Although captured by humans to work in the mines, the dwarves were naturally skilled in blacksmithing, and Dinktil and many of his people were escorted to the workshop to forge weapons instead of digging for stones in the mines. It's just that the forging of slavery must be done according to the requirements of human beings, and every day it is repeated to hammer and make ordinary weapons, and it is impossible to forge it according to one's own preferences and inspirations, which is like taking a blunt stone to sharpen a sharp sword.

"It's Mithril ┉┉Oh my God! Dinktier picked up two fist-sized pieces of translucent silver ore from the minecart with his rough fingers, as if watching the affectionate caress of his beloved **.

From Sorak's mouth, Dinktier learned that every once in a while, the forge hall will receive tasks, as long as you complete the daily work, the rest of the time can do your own thing, and after completing the work, you can get points, and you only need to exchange points for ores. And when you're lucky, the dragon king will directly give you all kinds of rare materials, just like the dragon scales when she built a spear for Princess Luo Jie'an before.

What is this concept, after there have been no reports of dragons in the entire Great 6 for hundreds of years, dragon scales have become a rare thing in the world along with the dragon itself, and even faintly overlook the magic metal of Olihakon. After learning that Sorak had forged an epic weapon with another minotaur blacksmith, Dinktyr's eyes became respectful, for a blacksmith who can forge an epic weapon, even if he only makes this one thing in his life, is a respectable figure.

While Dinktier and Sorak were still chatting, a small black man suddenly appeared in Dinktyr's eyes.

"Human!?"

Dinktyr looked at the young man not far away with a curious gaze, so far Dinktyr had not seen any human figures in the hall, and he didn't know where the humans who fled with him were gotten, obviously this is a gathering place for non-humans such as elves, dwarves, and minotaurs, and even Dinktyr even guessed that the status of humans here may not be high.

The little black boy was Flying Shadow, and when he walked up to a minotaur craftsman, Flying Shadow said a word simply: "Sword?"

"It's been fixed, you see how. The minotaur blacksmith stopped what he was doing and took out the sword that Flying Shadow had brought with him from the weapon rack beside him.

Feiying took the sword that had been infused with the name of the sword by himself, and pulled out the blade to take a closer look at the blade that shone with a cold and cold light, the delicate forging pattern was obviously forged after a thousand tempers.

"How's it going?" the minotaur blacksmith was confident in his craft.

"It's even better than I expected┉┉Thank you. Flying Shadow gently stroked the blade with his fingers, his tone flat but still revealing praise for the minotaur's forging skills. When the beast was fighting, Flying Shadow's sword was broken once, and some time ago, when he was training against the Norse God Fighter Hagen in a simulated environment, his sword was broken by Hagen again, so he had to send the broken sword here again to repair it.

Holding the restored Sword of Love, Flying Shadow was about to leave when a loud voice exploded directly in Flying Shadow's ears.

"Little man over there, show me the weapon in your hand┉┉Hmm!"

Little man! Feiying instantly heard these three words clearly, and without thinking about it, he directly punched the face of the person who dared to say these three words, and with the power of the demon monster, Dinktyr, who was originally attracted by the novel shape of the sword, fell to the ground with a nosebleed.

Looking at the dwarf who fell to the ground, Flying Shadow turned around with a dark face and prepared to leave: "Are you qualified to say that I am a 'little man'?"

"Wait a minute! Let me see the weapon┉┉"

"Let it go!"

"Let me see. ”

"I told you to let go┉┉"

"Please, just take a look. ”

Dinktil looked like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water and dragged Feiying back, and regardless of his bleeding nose and eyes, he stared at the Taidao in Feiying's hand, and his eyes were as reluctant as if his own daughter was about to be taken away.

When Flying Shadow completely lost his patience and was about to beat people, Sorak, who came in a hurry, hurriedly explained the misunderstanding, and under the mediation of Sorak as a peacemaker, Flying Shadow still looked at the face of the 'director' of the forge hall, and handed the sword in his hand to Dinktyr. Holding the sword, Dinktil wiped his nosebleed, stroked the thin blade, watched the forging process, and began to judge Sorak.

The bored Flying Shadow stepped aside, pulled up the weapons on the shelf, and played with the time.

Time passed little by little┉┉

&1t;When it's time for lunch and dinner, please close the magic array and furnace according to the system and check the storage of tools, be sure to do safety first and eliminate any hidden dangers┉┉>

A sweet voice was broadcast in the forge hall along with the music of the Spirit, and if a traverser appeared at this moment, he would surely be in tears at the familiar content of the broadcast, and Dinktyr, the Dwarf of Thunderstone, pouted, looking curious about this kind of broadcast.