Life is only a hundred years, but Zeng Yunfeng did not live for a hundred years this time. In a port in the Persian Gulf, a small boat burned with raging fire and went away with the waves.

Dai Qisi looked at the boat that had already floated far away with the waves in front of her and sighed. Ying Wugui could not stand the invasion of time and walked in front of her. She couldn't help but sigh a little regretful, but all this had happened, and a hero of the era was destined to stay in a foreign land.

Dai Qisi also followed Ying Wugui's instructions, burned his body and sank into the sea with the waves. Zeng Yunfeng did not want his body to be invaded by others, and would rather his last ashes be eaten by all the fish in the ocean.

But for Zeng Yunfeng, it is another new era in a blink of an eye.

The darkness in front of Zeng Yunfeng's eyes stormed in waves, and finally entered the familiar space, both illusory and illusory, both true and false.

The darkness gradually disappeared, and Zeng Yunfeng suddenly felt a pain coming from his butt.

"Boy, why don't you get up quickly!" A genuine London accent and a heavy kick hit Zeng Yunfeng in the butt, which made Zeng Yunfeng feel a little angry, but he opened his eyes and saw a funny scene in front of him.

He was lying in the grass, while the person standing next to him was an old drunk man with a rosacea on his face, which looked particularly ridiculous with his face.

The old man's cheeks were red and his eyes were blurred. It was obvious that he was not awakened from the hangover, but it was already bright outside. He heard the donkey crying. Zeng Yunfeng subconsciously turned his head and saw a donkey turning up his lips and leaking its two rows of big teeth, as if he was mocking him for being beaten again.

Zeng Yunfeng shook his head, shook his head, which had not yet awakened, slowly sat up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked around him again.

At this time, a stream of sunlight fell into the house through the thin gaps on the wooden wall.

The sound of the gear biting, coupled with the smell of fireworks that you can smell on your nose, and the old man's outfit, made Zeng Yunfeng feel confused.

"What are you looking at? I can't get it up. I think you drink more than I do." Although the old man was a little drunk, his hands were not vague. The fire in the stove became prosperous in a short while, and the red fire slowly burned the fireplace.

The old man threw a black thing at Zeng Yunfeng and fell into Zeng Yunfeng's hand. "Eat something, wash your face, and work hard. Our task is very heavy."

The old man walked away, but the voice slowly came, "Governor General, we have many weapons to build. Hurry up, Little Martin, young people, don't be too sleepy!"

The name Martin made Zeng Yunfeng stunned and stood up. The house in front of him was a blacksmith's house, and a living sink flowed through the house.

The old man's face was thick, his eyes were deep, his nose was tall, and his silver-white hair was pounding, which showed that he was not a native of the Central Plains.

Zeng Yunfeng came to the sink and didn't care whether the sink was clean or not. He scooped up a handful of water and washed his face. The face reflected in the sink was particularly tender, with loose flax hair, and his face was also sunken with eye sockets, but he was not handsome. Instead, he was somewhat similar to the old man and was a little silly and funny. Fortunately, he didn't have a rosacea nose.

He didn't know who the old man in front of him was now, but all this was not what he was going to consider at the moment.

After washing his face, he broke the black thing apart. This thing was like a small stone. Except for the lightness, the hardness was almost as good as the stone. Zeng Yunfeng took a bite and felt that his teeth were almost knocked off.

It seems that he has come to a world ruled by aliens, but he just doesn't know which world it is.

The fire of the blacksmith's stove had begun to heat up. The old man grabbed a piece of red iron into the red stove. The drunk old man had already jingled on the anvil, but his hands were not vague.

Zeng Yunfeng had just ground the piece of cake with his teeth, which could only be called bread, and the old man urged impatiently: "Little Martin, come and help."

Listening to Zeng Yunfeng patted his hands and subconsciously picked up a hammer next to him. Zeng Yunfeng looked at the hammer in his hand, feeling a little stunned. How long has it been since he hit the iron?

However, the memory in his bones is still there. He learned to cast weapons from those dwarves in Middle-earth, and he had not completely forgotten some things, but fortunately he raised his arms.

The sound of hammers sounded in the blacksmith's room. The hammers hit the red iron blocks one after another. The iron blocks on the anvil were deformed to the naked eye, and the fine pieces of iron fell off the iron blocks.

You hammer, I hammer, ding dang, the rhythm of the iron is extremely cheerful, at least in the eyes of this drunk old man.

The old man who drank wine felt more powerful. The old man had a big belly, and a huge leather bib was hanging on his chest, but his upper body was naked, revealing his two strong arms, and his beard was covered in sweat in a short while.

And sweat dripped along his chin, which had almost no hair.

There is nothing else in the blacksmith's room, it's just hot, and the hot people are irritated. Zeng Yunfeng takes the hammer and is familiar with the road. The jingle sounds are endless. The burning and forging are repeated over and over again. In a short while, the red iron block is forged in the shape of a weapon.

The old guy looked at Zeng Yunfeng and smiled and said, "Little Martin, he has made great progress recently." As he said that, he smiled at Zeng Yunfeng with quite approvingly, revealing his yellow teeth all over his mouth.

Zeng Yunfeng looked at his mouth full of yellow teeth and shook his head in his heart.

But the iron blocks on the anvil were changing surprisingly in the fire and forging.

When the last thunder sounded from the groove, a dagger that was almost nearly formed appeared in front of the two.

Looking at the short sword, the memories in Zeng Yunfeng's mind continued to merge together.

This short sword is a Western short sword. The sword body is not long, but it is extremely sharp. There is a deep groove in the middle of the sword body. There should be a guard at the hilt of the sword.

When the blacksmith installed everything, he lightly danced the dagger in his hand, then straightened the dagger in front of him, glanced at it, pointed the tip of the sword straight at Zeng Yunfeng, and looked at the end of the hilt of the sword, and the straight sword spine was not bent at all.

He said with a smile, "It's not bad, it's good to have progress, it's a good sword!"

It seems that he is very satisfied with this forging, but Zeng Yunfeng curled his lips.

This weapon can only be said to be barely powerful, and it is far inferior in Zeng Yunfeng's eyes. The forging process did not have many other unnecessary movements, but it was quick.
Chapter completed!