After the king's speech, except for a few officials in high positions who entered the palace in carriages to recount the details, the rest of the soldiers were disbanded on the spot.

Because he was originally summoned from the royal capital, he finally let go of his tense mood and returned home at this moment, and he had already recognized his family members in the crowd of onlookers, and he was so happy that he left tears, interpreting his happiest mood at the moment. Of course, there will be heart-rending crying.

The short white figure, nimbly avoiding the crowd, ran in a certain direction with ease. Not only are there human races living in the royal capital, but because of the equality of personality, the number of elves, orcs, and dwarves who have settled here is not a few.

He even went out of his way to hide his face. Because to a certain extent, he is also a well-known figure in the royal capital, especially now that the war has been won, many key figures who led the war have been spread throughout the royal capital to the extent that they are household names. This is something that can go down in history.

Not a stranger, it was the white-bearded dwarf who was the leader of the dwarves in the defense of Nolan City.

Turning around into the familiar silence of the alleyway, the familiar rusty heat rushing in through the closed wooden door. Whitebeard, who was also a forger, breathed a deep sigh of relief, it was the environment he was most familiar with, and his whole body was filled with a comfortable feeling like a fish jumping into the water.

Dwarves are the least respectful of etiquette, and even if they retain such fine hair, it is just a matter of tradition, especially in front of their closest people, which can be said to be unscrupulous.

So he violently kicked open the wooden door, and the fragile material could not withstand the kick and turned into splinters and flew into the air. The abuser himself didn't care, because he knew that the owner of this place could not really blame himself for such a trivial matter, and the source of this conviction was such an ironclad bond.

"Hey, man, I've come to see you, how have you been...... I'm !! day" The sudden strangeness made him unconsciously swear words.

Where would you not understand, everything is laid out, this is all too familiar to the dwarves, the scene of the boiler being turned on.

The temperature inside was so hot that as soon as Whitebeard stepped in, the sweat on his body couldn't stop flowing down. Although he was also a forger, he was often around the furnace, and had never experienced such heat. It wasn't a use of fire anymore, it was more like mixing magma.

Suddenly, he realized the fact that even among the entire dwarven race, his skills were among the best, and his brother's skills were not weaker than his own. But it's just on an equal footing with yourself.

And in this situation, which he feels is tricky, his younger brother has to risk his life to complete it. It was the first time since his nephew had been killed on the battlefield that he had been so passionate about something that he would have to pay for it with his life.

I don't know if it's time to be happy or angry.

"This stupid brother, what a fuck don't you have to think about the essay topic?!If something happens because of this, it's terrible!" Whitebeard muttered to himself through gritted teeth, but his body quickly crossed the hall of the room, and ran towards the backyard forging room without confusion.

Another kick, the heavy iron door was deformed by his kick, the iron door and the wooden door were similar to him, because neither could cause any hindrance to him. Because of this, the heat wave blocked by the iron door in the room and the loud sound of the bell roaring like a bell seemed to have been opened, and it whistled towards Whitebeard, blowing his delicately tied hair into braids.

On the way here, he had tore his clothes because it was too stuffy, revealing his completely shirtless chest, still sweating from the wind and waves.

In the middle of it, the dwarf wielding a giant hammer, the lines of his muscles rolling with the movement, each hammer blow made a loud sound that tugged at the heartstrings, which clearly highlighted the combination of power and beauty. He stepped precisely between his movements, one step just where the flame was extinguished, and the next moment he left, a raging flame rose up. With each swing, the crisp and loud sound indicates that it is striking in the right place.

This move is as delicate as a dancing dancer, but it is as majestic as a storm.

Flames of different colors lit up around it, and this is where the terrifying temperature that is different from the norm comes from. The strongest flame that the dwarves can forge can use, and the material is even comparable to the breath of a fire dragon. Powerful in that ordinary metal can melt and plasticize in an instant, but if you slack it off when you use it, the user will be burned to ashes.

For a long time, among the dwarves, whether or not such a colored flame could be used was considered a watershed between masters and craftsmen, and as long as one flower could surpass thousands of dwarven forgers.

However, not to mention one, the number of colored flames burning at this time was actually as high as five. This shows that it is not only at the master level, but also an extremely rare leader among masters.

In fact, he was barely able to manipulate the five-colored flames, and his delicate beard was already scorched black at the end, and he was panting like sweat on his body, and such a strong body was also in a slight state of dehydration at the moment. No doubt it was not surprising that it would not last for a moment, but the forging process was only halfway through to the eyes of the whitebearded dwarf who knew it well.

Really risked his life.

The dwarf, who had set up the iron gate because of the forging of one person, suddenly heard the sound of the iron gate being destroyed, and his heart trembled and looked over there. The surprise instantly turned into joy, and then shouted loudly: "Brother?!"

"You idiot, the rhythm is completely out of order!" With a wave of his hand, the whitebearded dwarf took out a long sledgehammer from the storage belt he wore on his waist, and the [Forging Fire] that he had used on the battlefield was not only a powerful attack weapon, but also his most convenient short-term industrial hammer, the [Diamond] Treasure that was already deeply tied to the soul.

"Get out of the way, let me come!"

"Good!"

Substitutions during the forging process are fatal mistakes for ordinary craftsmen, but neither is an ordinary blacksmith. Not only are they highly skilled, but they also have an absolute tacit understanding of each other as brothers.

The one-in-one and one-back movements fit perfectly, and there is no gap at all in the swing of the hammer. The whitebearded dwarf roared and joined the forging with all his strength. Since it is something that his younger brother has to accomplish with his life, he must not be slack in the slightest.

Bet your all!(To be continued.) )