In addition to the strong fragrance type of cheap male alcohol, there is also a sauce-flavored Maotai ...... These wines are not ordinary spirits, in order to break into the collective of the flame dwarves, these so-called samples of Captain Cao are the purest puree wines, without the slightest blending. This is simply the most useful tool to conquer the dwarves who love spirits.

After a few sips of each wine, Rondo had already forgotten all his previous unhappiness and was as happy as a fairy. For the first time in his life, Rondo felt what is called "the drunk, slightly drunk years".

Although the wasteful strokes of local tyrants should be severely criticized, educated and condemned from the perspective of Old Man Ao, this kind of style of not taking money as money can sometimes be hammered into people's hearts. For example, now, Captain Cao's violent destruction of heavenly things has been regarded as a god by Rondo.

The dwarves would never refuse such a friend, and Rondo didn't even ask what Captain Cao was doing here, so he took the initiative to send out an invitation, inviting Captain Cao to come into the village as a guest and see his customs here. As for Old Man Ao, he was completely regarded by Rondo as a servant of Captain Cao, and for the sake of Captain Cao's face, he was also invited in by Rondo.

This is exactly what Captain Cao intended, and Captain Cao, who was deaf and clear-sighted just now, had faintly heard a very rhythmic sound of striking iron, which was moving. Rondo was slightly drunk, and the head of the Cao regiment who drank happily with him was the real mass, and he was known to be not drunk in a thousand cups within the plundering group, and this little wine could only be regarded as an appetizer at best. Even if he tried his best to pretend to be drunk, those eyes were very bright, and he didn't mean to be drunk.

The Flame Dwarves, known as the race that is the most good at striking iron, are what Captain Cao wants to know the most. This is related to the development of the raiding group in the future, whether it can create a great era, and a large part of it depends on the production capacity of these flame dwarves. No matter how much others say, it can't compare to seeing it with your own eyes.

Captain Cao is very devilish in entering the village, and he wants to rush into every low house in the village of the Rondo tribe to find out, especially those places where there is a lot of movement. There was the sound of striking iron everywhere. The composition is a symphony of ups and downs, but with ups and downs. Even though there were many Flame Dwarves in the village who were hostile to the two masters, Captain Cao and Old Man Ao, they didn't make any inappropriate moves when they followed behind Rondo.

Of course, it was Mr. Ao who played a decisive role. Old man Ao reluctantly acted as a groom, leading two giant bone horses to walk behind, and on the saddles of the two horses, full of wine bags prepared before departure. When he saw someone, he took one out and threw it over.

In a short time, the eyes of the flaming dwarves in the three of them became shining, and these two outsiders were like gods in the sky who were observing their lives as ordinary people. Give them help in general. Rondo is especially impressed by this, these two bold guys are definitely the loveliest people in the world!

Finally, Captain Cao still couldn't hold back, and got into a low house next to him. The dwarves' houses were proportional to their height, and Captain Cao had to maintain a half-crouching position to ensure that his head did not hit the beams of their roofs. Old man Ao didn't follow the toss, his old bones had already been surrounded by a steady stream of dwarves.

As soon as they heard that there was free liquor to drink, all the dwarves in the village rushed towards them in a frenzy. And the wine distribution is made by Mr. Ao. That's what they're crazy about.

As soon as he got into this low room, Captain Cao felt uncomfortable. I don't know how the dwarves build their houses, and the materials used in the low-rise houses that look ordinary should be very particular and surprisingly insulated. The inside and the outside are two worlds entirely. As soon as you enter the house, a heat wave that almost melts is accompanied by the sound of striking iron.

There was only one dwarf in the room, and at the moment he was striking the iron without distractions, just like Captain Cao. He was also shirtless. At this temperature, normal people can't wait to pull off their skins and work in obscurity in such an environment. It made Head Cao feel awe-inspired.

As the saying goes, there is a specialization in the art industry, and it is true, no wonder even the human beings, who are known as the first in the continent in terms of invention and creation, dare not say that the forging skills are better than those of the dwarves. Even if human inventions and creativity are beyond the reach of other intelligent races, they do not combine all the virtues of the world. The stubbornness of the dwarves can also be described as persistence, and their persistence is the basis of their supremacy in the industry.

These little dwarfs seem to be born with a tendon, and Captain Cao deeply understands that no matter how stupid a person is, if he does one thing with an iron heart, he will even surpass countless guys who claim to be geniuses, this is the skill of an art idiot. If there were murder weapons provided by these dwarves, Commander Cao felt that his team had once again raised a notch in terms of lethality and deterrence.

Looking at the figure of the little man in front of him who was busy striking iron, the bean-sized beads of sweat and the scarcity of muscle lines built a perfect picture of iron on fire, and explained to the onlooker Captain Cao what it means to strike iron and need to be hard. As a hard-core person, Captain Cao has always had a good impression of muscular men. The muscles of the little iron man in front of him were not only very strong, but especially the right arm, which was thick and strong like the legendary unicorn arm, which was obviously a few circles larger than the left arm.

The result of this kind of result is only because this iron dwarf's habitual hand is the right hand, and countless times of tempering and exerting force have made his arms so asymmetrical. However, this did not make Captain Cao feel deformed, but in his eyes, he felt that this had a special sense of beauty. If the scar is the medal of the warrior, then the unicorn arm is the glory of the dwarf.

Captain Cao and Rondo both watched on the side for a long time, and the busy dwarven blacksmith found out that there were two more guests in his house, which showed how devoted he was.

Watching the dwarf finish forging and complete the final quenching of the dagger, Captain Cao suddenly felt his eyes light up. I couldn't see any clues at all before, and it wasn't until this moment that Captain Cao felt that he was really going to pick up the treasure this time. The small dagger that had been forged was described as a daily tool that simply buried its identity, and it was completely the most favored murder weapon of Commander Cao.

The streamlined blade has an almost perfect shape, with a two-line blade, a two-way arc in the middle of the blade body slightly arched, and a deep enough blood groove on both sides of the blade ridge. Just from this shape, Captain Cao could imagine what kind of radioactive damage would be caused by stabbing this thing into the flesh and blood. What's even more rare is that this dagger also has an extremely regular and exquisite carbon element moire, which reflects the fire light like a wave, giving people an extremely sharp feeling.

Objectively speaking, Captain Cao felt that the Kancha short blade pinned to his waist was already a very good product, but compared with this dagger, Captain Cao felt that it had completely dropped a notch. And this Kancha short blade is already known as the first-class short weapon in the human world!

It stands to reason that with such a huge goal as Captain Cao, there is absolutely no possibility that he will not be able to pay attention to it. And this dwarven craftsman who was working behind closed doors was obviously not so good-tempered, and as soon as he saw that Captain Cao, an outsider, was uninvited and was still watching his skills from the side, his face suddenly became gloomy.

Even if it was just forging a dagger that was no more than a foot long, but this was also a technical secret that belonged to him, how could he allow a guy who looked extremely treacherous to peep on the side? Just judging from the shape of Captain Cao's head, he concluded that Commander Cao was not a good thing.

"I don't know what this senior master is called?" In order not to make the atmosphere become so awkward in an instant, Head Cao rubbed his hands and asked flatteringly.

Head Cao peeped completely with the mind of the leader inspecting the productivity of his future employees, and he was so thick-skinned that he didn't feel that his approach was inappropriate at all. He was very satisfied with the results of the inspection, and felt that his future military factory needed such dedicated and highly productive employees.

"Senior Master? Are you kidding? He's just one of the youngest apprentices in our tribe. Rondo suddenly rolled his eyes dissatisfied, and Captain Cao's indiscriminate shouting instantly made him, the patriarch backup who had been a brother and brother to Captain Cao along the way, fall.

Head Cao was speechless for a while, and the young dwarf's face was also a little too old. Not only was there wrinkles on his forehead, but a braided scorched beard on the side of his mouth made Captain Cao feel that he should call him grandpa. I asked, this guy who had just learned to strike iron for a long time was only sixty years old. This age is indeed not young, but compared to the average lifespan of three hundred years for dwarves, he has just reached adulthood, and at most he is the same generation as Captain Cao.

"He's just an apprentice?Are you kidding me?Apprentices have such a level of blacksmithing?" If the age problem can be accepted by Captain Cao, then the skill of this dwarven craftsman doesn't look like an apprentice. If this technique is just an apprentice, then what are those blacksmiths in the human world?

"Do you think this is the most forging dwarf in our clan?" Rondo looked helpless, and after getting a positive answer from Captain Cao, Rondo had to comment as a professional: "Then you are wrong, this is just the most unsuccessful guy in our clan." A dwarven master who really knows how to forge will even sing for steel when he strikes iron!"

Rondo's proud words suddenly made Captain Cao stunned for a while, and let the steel sing for it? Is it true that this striking iron is not a knight novel?, thinking so in his heart, but seeing that the dwarven craftsman was not at all dissatisfied with Rondo's words, but respectful and respectful, Captain Cao still recognized the reputation of the Flame Dwarf as the most intelligent race that can be forged. (To be continued......)