The west has plenty of sunshine, so much so that you miss a rainy day. It's still a sunny day, and I actually want to take a shower, but Jordan says it hasn't rained in three months. I asked him where the water came from, and he said it was given by God.

They say God has given the world everything, but it seems to me that it has to be created by people's hands. Of course, if you are willing to give this credit to God, I have no objection.

He was busy early in the morning, pouting his ass and pulling out a large pile of ashes. Now the fire in the furnace is burning very brightly, and there is coal beside him.

"Where did you get this?" I asked him curiously. "I've never seen anything like this around here."

"I bought it from Blackstone in the north."

"This kind of thing is produced in Blackstone?"

"Yes, this thing is called Black Lazuli."

"What black lazuli, isn't this coal!" I laughed.

"We call it black lazuli, something that burns."

"It's a technique I learned from the dwarves." "Basically all the blacksmiths are still smelting with charcoal," he said. ”

"Ha, you're better than them."

"The metal smelted from black lazuli is better than charcoal. It's a secret. He said.

"It's not a secret to tell me."

"This kind of black lazuli is rare." "And it's only available in Blackstone, nowhere else," he said. It's useless to tell them. ”

I pursed my lips and nodded.

"That's charcoal?" I pointed to a large pile next to me and said.

"That's right, charcoal is enough to smelt copper and iron, but if you want to forge a good enough weapon, you have to use it." He pointed to the large pile of coal on the ground.

"Let's get started! Hope the ore you bring back brings good luck! He said.

It takes a bit of thought to be able to save such a large pile of coal and charcoal, and the big forge under his shed is a little strange to me. I don't know where to get such a big thing, it costs a lot of money to get here.

"Looks like you used to be quite rich!"

"Haha! He has money. He pointed to the grave in the distance.

"If you have money, you can't help but make it like this!" I say. "This stove isn't cheap?"

"Hmm...... Now I don't have much money. He said. The current craft barely makes a living. ”

Hmph, I don't believe it, if the things he made can be sold in Stormwind City, how can he not have money to make weapons for Leorik before! Pretend to be poor!

I was tired like something for the rest of the day! He was adding coal to the stove while I pulled the bellows vigorously. His bellows are really big enough, and I guess the average woman can't pull it.

The crushed ore melted in the furnace. He yelled excitedly as the large box of ore turned into scorching lava and flowed out.

I don't know what he's adding to the lava, but after repeated smelting, repeated beatings, he screams again and again as the red metal trickles out of the furnace. "It's done! Thur Silver! I've got Thur Silver! ”

I was a little puzzled to see his excitement, I knew what Thur Silver was, but was it so excited?

Watching him look at the big lump that was about the size of a fist and a little black, I really wondered if this guy's whole thing would work.

"Hey, don't be happy." I shouted at him.

"Huh?" He looked at me this time. "It worked!"

"How do you know it's working."

"I've got the recipe!"

"That's, you haven't done it before." I say.

"It's the color, look, you try it!" As he spoke, he kicked a lump of iron next to him.

Is it so heavy? I approached and reached out to grab the shot put, but I grabbed it with a little bit of force...... "It's so heavy!" "I called out.

"That's what it became after concentrating that pile of ore! Is the rough stone also heavy? He asked me with a smile.

"How good is this forged weapon?" I asked, staring at him.

"We've got to melt it again!" He laughed and ran to the coal pile, swung his shovel and added coal to the furnace. "Come on, brother! We're going to build the most powerful weapon ever! ”

"Humph!" I snorted, the weapons in my hand were Naga weapons, they were all elves 10,000 years ago. Thur Silver is indeed a good thing, but it is a bit exaggerated.

After remelting them, Jordan re-cast them in sections into walnut-sized pieces of metal. "You just made a weapon, why did you work so hard?" I don't understand anymore.

"Who can wield such a weapon?" He laughed.

"So what are you going to do?" ”

"Doped with other metals, it's also good!" He said. "That's what the dwarves do."

"Do you have a number of doping ratios?" I asked.

"Try it."

"Try it!" I literally ......, "You try?" After adulteration, it will not be wasted! What if not? ”

"The dwarven formula is a one-to-nine ratio of Thorsilver to other metals." He said.

"That's a dwarf, and humans don't use any more weapons than dwarves." I say.

"We can reduce the total weight." He held up a piece of iron as he spoke. "It's the best iron I've ever smelted, no...... It's the best steel! ”

"That's what you do to someone who has just been injured?" I protested.

"Hah! Thank you! ”

"Is this thank you so valuable?" I didn't have the heart to say it.

At dusk, he poured the melted juice into the mold. "We're almost done." He's still excited.

"That's it?" I squinted at him.

"Soon!" He said. After a simple cooling, forging begins. I won't, I just watched as he pinched the rudimentary with the pliers in one hand, and hammered it down violently with the other swinging a hammer.

I consciously went to the chicken coop and took out two chickens, slaughtered, plucked the feathers, and cleaned the internal organs. Then chop it into pieces and throw it into the pot. "Do you have any other vegetables at home?" I asked him. Eating chicken alone is obviously not enough.

"You go look in the house!" He shouted.

There are no vegetables in the house, the radish stewed chicken seems to be a little mismatched, the cabbage stewed chicken has never heard of it, except for some peas that seem to be a little reliable, the other dried vegetables have a musty smell.

He also has cumin, rosemary and other spices at home, although I don't know if he uses it for cooking, but I can put everything in the pot.

It's okay for me to eat something for him so much today.

The chicken in the pot stewed for more than two hours, and the meat in the pot was rotten, and he had no intention of stopping. When I had a full meal, he still didn't want to stop what he was doing. But I can't be with him anymore, I'm a wounded person!

When he got up the next morning, he was sitting on the ground, stroking a sword and smirking.

"You haven't slept all night?" I stood next to him and kicked him.

"Look at this sword......"

"Isn't it pretty?" I tilted my head and looked, "Doing this overnight?" "To be honest, this sword is really not good-looking, not good-looking at all, very ordinary style. And its grip is a bit sloppy.

He ran into the house and ran out like the wind, "Let me show you the power of this sword!" He shouted and put the sword he had forged into the crack of the stone platform and held it in place. He shouted, swung his forged sword and slashed at it!

The sword is broken!

Of course, the original steel sword broke. The sword in his hand touched an ordinary steel sword, and it felt so easy that it was broken. The broken sword flew out with a curl.

It doesn't seem like chopping, chopping is not. "You've got a lot of strength!" I say.

"It's a powerful sword! Did you see it, cut it off! He was excited.

"Come on, I'll try." I reached out and took the sword, and found that it did carry a bit of weight, a little heavier than my sword.

I swung my sword and slashed at the sword that stood there.

The sound was very crisp, and I saw the broken sword body fly out.

"It's clearly broken." I say. "But it's pretty good." I touched the blade and saw no damage. I've never seen a weapon that can smash a steel sword so directly.

"Is it okay to split wood?" As I spoke, I slashed at the wooden pier next to me.

The wood was smashed......

I looked at this weapon with curiosity, and it can be said that it is really a somewhat inconspicuous weapon with such power. I really couldn't see any features when I looked at this sword, and the dirty blade felt like it couldn't be cleaned.

"Did you name this thing?" I asked him.

"Not yet, do you have any good names?" He asked me with red eyes.

"The Sword of Filth." I say.

"No, no, no!" He directly denied it. "How can it be called such a name! No way! ”

"Look at this sword body, isn't it very dirty?" I say.

"That can't be called that."

"And it destroys other people's weapons, which is very different from other weapons. Don't you think it's evil? ”

He rolled his eyes, "That can't be called that either." ”

"Then I suggest you better reforge this sword, at least you have to use a snack on the pattern, this gauntlet...... What the hell! Although it is a good weapon, it cannot be bought at a price in the market. I said.

"I'm not in it for the money."

"That's just to make your sword look good, beautiful, just like you, people have the ability and look handsome. If you just have the ability but you look like a pig, I can only say that you are a capable person, not that you are beautiful. ”

"Kind of makes sense." He nodded.

"Let's put it this way, the weapons you forged before are quite handy, and they should be good to use, but ...... It's really a little bad on the outside. Keep this sword, and wait until you can forge the sword...... When the art comes out, you can choose to reforge this sword. I said.

There was a little ...... on his face Sad look.

"I'm just saying that what you've built is unpretentious, not useless. The usefulness is still great, and the artistic sense needs to be strengthened. I comforted.

"Are you sure you mean that?" He spoke in a tone that seemed to be begging for comfort.

"Of course." I patted him on the shoulder.

"There's something I don't really understand...... Why did your injuries heal so quickly? ”

"Why did you suddenly ask such a question?" I looked at him.

"You're recovering too fast."

"You should have asked that question yesterday." I snorted.

"I'm just curious."

"I don't know, maybe your medicine is good." I'm playing haha.

"That's impossible, I haven't slept for two days, but my mind is not confused." He said.

"You're acting a little confused right now, go to sleep, friend. You're tired. ”

"You're not human, are you?" He said suddenly.

"Huh?" I'm happy. "Yes, I was sent to help you." I say.

"Thank you, are you a messenger from heaven?"

"Hmph...... So to speak. I said, "I have helped you fulfill your wish, you have obtained the silver, and you can forge the most ...... A powerful weapon, isn't it? Now you can rest, and when you wake up you'll learn how to turn your forged gadgets into powerful and beautiful works of art. ”

"Can a work of art be practical? I don't understand ......."

"You'll understand." As I spoke, I untied a knife from my waist, "I'll give it to you!" ”

"Give it to me?" His eyes widened in surprise. But the next sentence almost made me want to hit him. "You said touch my sword with your sword...... What would it look like? ”

"You've got a very peculiar brain!" I say.

As he spoke, he took the knife and ...... He stuck his sword in the middle of the stone. I didn't stop him, I wanted to see how it went.

He looked at me, and I didn't say anything. He swung my sword and slashed at his sword. "Phew!" His sword was smashed. Although he slashed diagonally, when he put away his knife, he found that there was not a single scar on my knife, and he saw that his sword had a small mark.

At this time, his face was a little hanging. I patted him, "Our weapons are better than normal weapons, and of course you're already very good." "His face is still a little ugly." As I said, I'll give you this weapon as a souvenir. “

"Did you really give it to me?"

"Am I lying to you?"

He was happy like a child, completely losing his usual appearance. I don't know if it's only because of the forging thing, or if it's because he hasn't rested well, and his brain is a little problematic.

"I'll give you a gift too!" He said to me with a smile. "But I've got to be ready...... Let's go hunt a few rabbits! Please don't eat my chickens today, I want to keep them for me to lay a few eggs! He said happily. I think you'll love that gift. ”