"I heard that there is a saying in the Land of the Dead south of the Kingdom of Mountains - the waves behind the Daming River always push the waves ahead, just like the successors will always beat the previous king.
I originally thought that it was only applicable to short-lived races like humans, because they turned into loess before they had time to accumulate experience. But now I don’t think so! At your age, I was still learning from the master how to smelt meteorite!" Hearing this, Snorri hurriedly said a few words of humility and gave all the credit to the ancestor goddess. However, Master Shattered Anvil did not comment on this. In his opinion, Snorri must have excelled in order to win the favor of the goddess.<
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"This is Master Anvil, the president of the Blacksmith Guild. He is the most skilled blacksmith in our Mountain Kingdom, and the best blacksmith you can find in the world!" Sonia introduced Snorri.
The old dwarf.
"Since he became a master, he has forged three legendary weapons and countless exquisite weapons!" When Sonia was about to continue describing the old dwarf's achievements, Master Anvil-Shatter spoke:
"Don't talk like that, little girl. Equipment that can become exquisite or even legendary quality is indispensable for the hard work of my colleagues in the Rune Blacksmith Guild. How can you take the credit on me? Let's get down to business! Master Snorri doesn't do that.
You have no time to chat with me, an old guy who is about to report to the ancestors and gods!"
In addition to his superb skills, Snorri admired Master Anvil's rare humility.
"Tell me about your requirements, kid. Do you want a standard weapon or a customized one?"
"I want to customize one, Master!" Snorri replied.
"That's right, if you don't need customization, you can just go to that guy from Huomei. How come the Drazkrad clan in Eternal Peak doesn't have a master blacksmith?"
Then Master Anvil-Smasher shouted to the busy dwarves in the workshop: "Stop what you are doing! Boys, bring the ruler and the customization list!"
Soon a dwarf handed a form to Master Anvil, and the other two dwarves took measuring tapes and began to measure the size of Snorri's body.
Snorri watched the dwarves measure his height, waist circumference, shoulder width, etc. and couldn't help but ask: "Master, wouldn't it be enough to use a custom-made hammer to measure the arms and palms? Why do you need to measure so many things?"
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"Hahaha!" Master Broken Anvil laughed happily, "Every time the fortress meets, I suggest that in addition to the miner's internship, the children should also come to the blacksmith workshop to see and learn. Making equipment is not as simple as you think!
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He picked up the pipe and took a puff, "Think about it, you can't just use your arm when swinging the hammer! It might be enough to drive nails like that, but it's not enough to hit the green skin!
The waist and horse must be integrated into one, and the muscles of the body can be mobilized to participate in the strike. This requires the joint action of the feet, legs, hips, waist, and shoulders, and can only be accomplished through coordination and cooperation. The weapon is an extension of your arm.
, if you want to use your fingers as flexibly as your arms, you must have a weight that matches your whole body!"
Listening to Master Anvil's explanation, Snorri couldn't help but nodded repeatedly. He was impressed by the master's professionalism.
The two dwarves responsible for the measurement were very quick. In a few words, they reported Snorri's physical data to Master Anvil. The master took out a pair of monocles from the drawer of his desk, put them on, and took them.
Pick up a charcoal pen and write it down on the form.
"The size and overall weight of the hammer handle are based on my calculations?"
"That's a natural master. I don't believe in your experience!"
"What shape of hammer do you want? Ball-peen hammer, claw hammer, cone-peen hammer or octagonal hammer?"
Snorri pondered for a moment, "Do you have any suggestions?"
"The ball-peen hammer is evenly weighted, so it takes less effort to swing it; the claw hammer can hit the front, but the sharp corners on the back are more effective at breaking armor; there are many people who use the cone-peen hammer, and it can knock down the rags on the greenskins and rat-men with one hammer.
I can't stand it at all; the octagonal hammer is the most traditional choice!"
"Let's go for the octagonal hammer!" Thinking of the Thor's hammer he saw in his previous life, Snorri made a decision.
"Well, what are the requirements for the quenching process?" Master Shattered Anvil took a few notes and then asked,
"Can the heat treatment method be customized?" Snorri asked in surprise,
"Of course, this is the specialty of my place! Specific quenching media and methods help to improve the hardness, strength and even durability of the weapon, and can also add some special effects."
"What are the options?"
"Well, my memory is bad, let me take a look," the old dwarf turned the charcoal in his hand and took out a list from the drawer.
"The ones we commonly use are divided into several categories: first, the blood of strong men of various races. Using these tempered weapons can cause additional damage to specific races. For weapons forged to liquidate the hatred of specific races, this process is very
Suitable.
We have the blood of dark elf warlords, the green blood of orc warlords, the contaminated demonic blood of chaos champions, the blood of dirty rat leaders, basically everything you can think of is here! By the way, if you
Affordable price..."
Speaking of which, the old dwarf smiled evilly, "There is a real treasure in the deepest part of our guild's warehouse, the blood of the pointy-eared Phoenix King Caledor II! How about that? Take the tempered weapon from that thing,
I think just calling it 'Elf Killer' is fine!"
Snorri recalled the hatred between the dwarves and the elves in his memory. Because he failed to be elected as the Phoenix King after his father's death, Malekith, the son of the first Phoenix King Aenarion, murdered the second Phoenix King Belshanar and
Split the elves, he and his subordinates called dark elves started a civil war with the high elves.
The two Phoenix Kings after the second generation Phoenix King both came from the dragon kingdom Caledor. They are the grandson and great-grandson of Caledor, the high elf archmage dragon tamer mentioned above. This father and son can conquer each other.
War, and more importantly, the dragons had not yet fallen asleep due to climate change.
Therefore, the Dragon Prince Cavalry of the High Elves at that time could not be compared to the jokes of later generations who rode elven horses painted with dragon patterns. Under each of them was a real giant dragon. Facing the hordes of giant dragons, the horse
No matter how bloodthirsty and good at fighting Lukis and his men are, they can only retreat steadily.
In order to reverse the situation, he created a wedge by sending a small group of troops disguised as high elves to attack the dwarf caravans and plunder the dwarves' supplies.
Regarding such a scheme, the fourth Phoenix King Caledor II was too arrogant and disdained to communicate. He ordered the beard of the envoy sent by the then High King of the Dwarves Gotrek Starbreaker to seek explanation be cut off.
This was a great insult to the dwarves, which triggered a protracted war between the elves and dwarves.
Both tribes suffered heavy losses in the war. Caledor II killed Gotrek's son, and the dwarves also killed Kar II's son and brother.
The final war ended with Gotrek and Starbreaker slaying Caledor II in single combat. The Phoenix Crown, blessed by the elven gods, is still stored in the treasury of Karaz-a-Karak. p>
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