However, dinktier did not dare to question solac's words at the moment, because he witnessed a living dragon coming in front of him not long ago. It had to be said that it was the first time dinktier saw a real dragon in his life. The majesty and overwhelming power made people feel complete despair in an instant and could not breed a little resistance. The Dragon Slayer in those bullshit adventure novels is simply bragging. The giant dragon is not an existence that mortals can deal with with with a sword. In dinktier's view, the magnificent giant dragon made like white jade can crush a whole infantry team by lying down and rolling!
okay! So far, dinktier has roughly sorted out some information. In short, his party was abducted to its territory by an ancient dragon king on the way of escape, and now the Dragon King intends to let his party stay and work for him. As for why he chose his party, it involves some problems about gratitude and resentment between gods, Of course, these "gratitude and resentment" problems are not what dinktil is qualified to know. In return for his effectiveness, the Dragon King gives himself and his people a stable and free living environment and rich rewards!
The original final destination of dinktier and his party was also the holy capital of the West. It is said that there were many races who escaped from persecution by the Holy See, including elves, orcs and dwarves. Anyway, after going to the holy capital, dinktil is only to seek a stable and free life from slavery. Now the requirements put forward by the ancient dragon king seem to be no different. Besides, dinktil is not stupid. Since the Dragon King can let his servants abduct his party to the yanoder mountains, I'm afraid he's not going to let himself go.
The consequence of rejection is estimated to be death!
For the Dragon King's proposal, dinktier did not immediately reply to solak. After all, he was only a leader temporarily recommended on the way to escape. He had to wait until other dwarf companions woke up to make a decision. As for solak, he was not dissatisfied with dinktil's reply and expressed his willingness to wait until all the dwarves woke up.
Then dinktier, who had a big meal, was ready to visit his current place in the company of solak. After walking out of the room and passing through a long and narrow channel, the hot air immediately made dinktier seem to be in a steamer. It seems so hot. It doesn't look like it's in a snowy mountain, does it? It's a bit like the hot desert where Philip tok lives. Wait, why was it so cool in that house just now?
Solak handed dinktier a white badge, put on the badge, the original feeling of heat disappeared instantly, and the surrounding temperature fell to a very comfortable level. This badge is worn by all craftsmen in the forge hall, mainly to avoid heatstroke caused by continuous work in high temperature environment and reduce the efficiency of craftsmen.
Before he could take a few more steps, the huge main hall had appeared in front of dinktier. The dwarf was almost shocked by the huge buildings in front of him.
Hot lava is boiling in the central pool, and machines with magical luster are constantly extracting magma from the ground. Hundreds of tall Tauren are busy, among which there are several dwarves shuttling from time to time to direct their work. Pieces of forged armor and weapons are neatly placed on the shelves, and the sound of hammer hitting metal, The grinding sound was heard, and dinktier felt that his memory seemed to go back to the days when he had forged weapons in the Thunder Stone tribe.
However, there is no such magnificent forging hall in Leishi tribe. In contrast, the tribal forging hall once prided by dinktier is like a simple and small workshop.
In fact, what dinktier sees now is only the tip of the iceberg of the whole forging hall. As a weapons factory that once supplied the whole white dragon family and friendly forces in the dragon war, the conventional weapons workshop in the forging hall alone can accommodate tens of thousands of people to work at the same time. In addition, the new workshop opened in the later stage for the production of magic statues and various large military equipment, The maximum capacity can accommodate more than 50000 people for production. So far, only a small part of the forge hall has been cleaned up.
Looking at the hot molten iron flowing into the mold and the sparks generated when the hammer struck, dinktier felt that his inner desire for forging became difficult to suppress.
Although they were captured by humans to work in the mine, the dwarves were naturally proficient in forging, so dinktier and many of his peers were escorted to the workshop to forge weapons instead of digging stones in the mine. It's just that the forging when being enslaved must be done according to the requirements of human beings. They beat repeatedly every day to make ordinary weapons. They can't forge with their own preferences and inspiration. It's like grinding a sharp sword with a blunt stone.
"This is the secret silver. God! There are so many." Dinktier picked up two fist sized translucent silver ores from the mine car with rough fingers, just like watching the deeply loved * * affectionately stroking.
From sorac's mouth, dinktier learned that the forger hall will receive tasks every once in a while. As long as you complete the work every day, you can do your own things freely in the rest of the time. Moreover, you can get the integral point after completing the work. For ore, you only need to change the integral point. And when lucky, the Dragon King will directly give all kinds of rare materials, just like the Dragon scales when he made a long gun for Princess Luo Jiean.
Dragon scale! What is this concept? After the whole continent has not seen the report of the dragon for hundreds of years, the dragon scale has become a rare thing in the world together with the Dragon itself, even vaguely surpassing the orihakon magic metal. After learning that solak once forged an epic weapon with another Tauren blacksmith, dinktier's eyes became respectful. For the dwarves, the blacksmith who can forge epic weapons, even if he only makes such a thing in his life, is also a respectable figure.
While dinktil and solak were still chatting, a small black man suddenly appeared in dinktil's eyes.
"Human!?"
Dinktier looked at the young man not far away with curious eyes. So far, dinktier had not seen any human figure in the hall, nor did he know where those human beings who fled with him were. Obviously, this is a gathering place for non-human beings such as elves, dwarves and Tauren. Even dinktier even speculated that the status of human beings may not be high here.
The little black boy was Feiying. He came to a cowhead craftsman and said a word simply: "sword?"
"It has been repaired. See how it works." The Tauren blacksmith stopped his work and took out the Taidao carried by Feiying from the weapon rack on one side.
Feiying took over the Taidao named after his sword, pulled out the blade and looked carefully at the blade shining with cold light. It was obvious that the exquisite forging pattern was forged after repeated tempering.
"How's it going?" Tauren blacksmith has confidence in his craft.
"It's better than expected. Thank you." Feiying gently stroked the blade with his fingers. Although the tone was flat, it still revealed his praise for the forging technology of Tauren. During the fierce beast battle, the flying shadow's sword was broken once. Some time ago, during the confrontation training with the Nordic God fighter Hagen in the simulated environment, his sword was interrupted by Hagen, so he had to send the broken sword here again to repair.
Holding a newly repaired love sword, Feiying was about to leave when a loud voice exploded directly in Feiying's ear.
"The little man over there, show me the weapon in your hand!"
little chap! Feiying heard these three words clearly in an instant. He punched the person who dared to say these three words without thinking. With the power of the demon family, dinktier, who was originally attracted by the novel shape of Taidao, fell to the ground with nosebleed.
Looking at the flying shadow of the fallen dwarf, he turned around with a black face and was ready to leave: "are you qualified to say I'm a 'little man'?"
"Wait a minute! Let me see that weapon."
"Let go!"
"No! Let me have a look."
"I told you to let go"
"Please, just take a look."
Dinktier, a dead pig, was not afraid of boiling water, dragged Feiying back, and stared at the Taidao in Feiying's hand, regardless of his bleeding nose. His eyes were like his own daughter to be taken away.
When Feiying completely lost patience and was ready to hit people angrily, sorac hurriedly explained the misunderstanding. With the mediation of Sorak as a peacemaker, Feiying still looked at the face of the "director" of the forging hall and handed the Taidao in his hand to dinktier. Holding the Taidao, dinktier wiped his nose blood, stroked the thin blade, watched the forging process and began to comment with solak.
All kinds of boring flying shadows came to one side, pulled up the weapons on the shelf and played with them to pass the time.
Time just goes by
< it's time for lunch. Please close the magic array and furnace according to the system and check the storage of tools. Be sure to put safety first and eliminate any hidden dangers \\
The sweet voice was broadcast in the forge hall along with the clear music. If there was a transgressor, he would be full of tears about the familiar broadcast content at the moment, while the Thunder Stone dwarf dinktier looked curious about the broadcast