"Oh~ my old friend, welcome to you. "The door was opened by a dwarf, with brown and red hair braided into small braids, a very short but delicate man at a low altitude but with a strong muscle. Like a cannonball full of scorching gunpowder, the moment he saw the elven old man, he burst out with his greatest enthusiasm.

The silver-haired girl who followed Han Tuo entered the house, and sure enough, the two people in the room were completely unaware of their existence. Han Tuo even found that the whole world seemed to be illusory, for example, as long as he stretched out his hand to touch the wall of the stone house, his fingers passed it on, as if he was just touching a solid mist.

The two men in the stone house greeted each other, and then the dwarf brought out his most treasured food to entertain his precious guests.

After sitting down, the dwarf held his teacup and asked in a puzzled tone, "So old friend, what did you suddenly come to me for in the middle of the night?"

The elven old man's face suddenly became serious, and he showed the ring magic guide he was wearing on his finger, and with the glimmer of light produced by the operation of the magic guide, the strange-shaped material was taken out of it and spread on the table.

These include sharp, sharp dragon front claws, frozen flaming steel, unidentified liquids glittering in crystal bottles, and so on.

The dwarf was speechless at the moment, his family had been engaged in forging for generations, and he could tell what the finished product was just by looking at the material.

That's the material from which the Holy Sword is made.

His old friend came over with these materials, and the purpose was clearly demonstrated. If something wasn't imminent, old friends wouldn't have rushed to find them.

An eerie silence surrounded the dining table, and both of them were engaged in a violent brainstorm in silence.

“...... How can this be, the war has only been over for a year. The first to break the silence was the dwarf with a shocked look on his face, his whole body trembling slightly.

"No, my friend. War...... Far from over. The elven old man said bitterly, "It's better to say that the war has just begun. ”

The dwarf raised his head and looked directly at the elven elf, their eyes meeting in the air. The trust that has been built up over the years has allowed the two to understand each other's metaphors without making eye contact.

Then the dwarf smiled, and even the elven old man didn't see the meaning of his old friend's smile.

"Old friend, you ......" The elven old man was shocked, of course he understood how difficult it was to forge the holy sword, and he would even put his life into it.

"It's okay my friend," the dwarf stood up, picking up the materials on the table with a relaxed expression, "My friend, you should know that the most important thing for a dwarf is not life, but the technology of forging. ”

"It's all [human and demon wars] that will only be fought once in a hundred years, and with my age, I can only pass on my skills to my children and grandchildren, and it has always been my regret that I can't forge history with my own hands. ”

"I missed it last time, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly this time. But that's the only way to prove my worth as a dwarf! Raise the fire, open the bellows! I will fully manifest my life at this time!"

The elf muttered something to say, but there was nothing to say.

The dwarves then carved out a plot of land in the desolate meadow beyond the stone house, and a fire burned the weeds that grew on it. Then a huge magic array was depicted on it, the sign of the six-pointed star, and a huge stone of different colors was placed on each corner, and the dwarf muttered, and the flame of the six-colored light rose from the stone, like a spring flood river overflowing the magic array, and then intertwined into a whirlpool of flames in the center of the array.

The material was thrown into flames, and the initial dissolution took place as the magic threads stretched out from the dwarven's fingers tumbled through them.

But it doesn't completely dissolve.

The dwarf carried the hammer beside him, carved into it with a lifelike pattern, and it was clearly a gold-level treasure. The dwarf glanced back at the elf, who bowed to him. The meaning of parting in the action has been clearly stated.

"From now on, you and I will be together. The dwarf struck his chest with his broad palms, and his body was erect and he performed a standard knightly salute.

"From now on, you and I will be together. The elf returned the salute in the same manner.

【Dwarven】The most superb forging technique: Seven Fire Forge. The last flame is the dwarf's own soul fire.

The dwarf swung his hammer into the flames, the scorching heat instantly scorching the hair he had carefully tended for years, but he laughed loudly, like the last song of a thorn bird plunging its body into the spikes, and the listener wept.

He used his own flesh as fuel to ignite the flame of his soul, and the hammer in his hand was raised high and slammed down, shattering the most precious and strong material in response, and being scorched and fused with flames in the hands of the dwarves. The sound of the hammer hitting was as dense as raindrops, but also like thunderbolts, and the air around them danced to the beat. The vortex of flames stripped the dwarves of flesh and blood like the scythe of death, but they still could not hide the brilliance of their non-living expressions.

The dwarf wielding a hammer in the flames danced like a dance, a moment that illustrates the truth of the phrase "forging is the meaning of the dwarf's existence" more than any other moment, and he is proud of his brilliance at the moment while consuming his life to forge at a great speed.

The elf stood aside, saying nothing and doing nothing. Let the huge bang burst his eardrums, and the blood flowed down his cheeks and dripped on the **** grass. Looking at it, tears suddenly flowed down.

After living for a long time, there is one less friend who can confide in each other.

The distant song came, and the dwarf, who was engaged in a huge physical burden, was still able to maintain the tone of his voice with the rhythm of the movement:

"Fifty years of life,

Death was like a dream.

Within the world,

Is there one who lives forever? ”

The forged holy sword was nearing its end, and all the flames of the magic array shrank inward, and the blurred black shadow in the flames glanced back at the elf again, and then was engulfed by the seven-colored flames of the terrifying temperature.

"From now on, you and I will be together. The elf bowed down again, expressing his deepest gratitude in the most sincere mood. In the center of the shrinking flame cluster, the shape of the holy sword that Han Tuo was familiar with faintly revealed.

"From now on, you and I will be together. Han Tuo, who was unknown to the elf behind him at this time, also learned the movements of the elf and saluted, and the silver-white girl next to him followed Han Tuo's posture and bowed.

"That's what it is...... The story of my father. The silver-haired girl's voice came like a chant, "My name is [Guan Baihong], please give me more advice after that." ”

"The hosts. ”

Han Tuo's face was solemn, like a general who led the soldiers on the expedition respectfully received the sword representing force from the king's hand, stretched out his hand, and grasped it with the girl's delicate hand.

"Understood. ”

The contract is formed.

In the reality that Han Tuo could not see, a white pillar of light suddenly rose from the holy temple to the sky, and its strong aura of courage and holy sword made all the demonic beasts who felt it fearful.

Then, the Demon King, who had been sitting on the throne, stood up silently.