After the two Imrik left the Spine of the World, they set out for the Dwarf Valley near the Great Cone of Cairn. This is where the largest dwarf tribe in Icewind Valley lives. Since the Barbarian War three years ago,
Bruno has been living with the adopted barbarian boy in the tribe.
Drizzt was preoccupied along the way, worried about the mage and his monster army under the Spine of the World. He always felt uneasy, but he hoped in his heart that his premonition was wrong. A high mage was so powerful.
He knew all too well that most of the shadows of the dark elves' childhood were their female kin, swaying the brilliance of arcane and divine magic wantonly, destroying the memories of underground cities one after another.
"You shouldn't think about this anymore, Drizzt." Imric glanced at Drizzt, and he knew that the kind-hearted dark elf was suffering in his heart about whether it was the right thing to leave indifferently.
"At least until now, Ten Towns has maintained its peace, right?"
Drizzt felt a little better after hearing this and smiled reluctantly.
The two continued to walk in silence, and finally arrived at an open-air blacksmithing workshop built by Bruno at the foot of the Cairn Giant Cone Mountain in the evening. This was an inaccessible area in the Dwarf Valley, with the Bremen Trail leading to it at the north end.
Surrounding the vast tundra to the west of the mountain is the Icewind Pass to the east.
Drizzt saw the shadow of a dwarf below, and when he looked carefully it was Bruno. Just when he was about to call out to the other party, he suddenly found that the dwarf was concentrating on forging a weapon, so he kept silent and waited patiently for his old man.
Friends completed the work.
Bruno was currently in the blacksmith's workshop, sweating profusely, using the hammer in his hand to forge a more exquisite silver hammer.
Earlier this week, Bruno dreamed of an image of a double-headed hammer hitting a mithril block. The dwarf immediately understood the meaning of this sign and knew that he must act immediately to prepare for the coming magical night.
This is the tradition of the dwarves. They firmly believe that whenever they dream that they are forging a weapon, it must be a hint given by the great [Soul Forger] Moradin, and they begin to prepare to forge a once-in-a-lifetime weapon.
Supreme weapon.
This is actually a bit similar to beholders. This group of poor people who are troubled by severe mental illness, every time they dream of another beholder, they are convinced that this is a prophecy given by the [Great Mistress], and they must go and kill the beholder in the dream.
Beholder, otherwise it will definitely be killed by the opponent.
Of course, most of the time when the beholder packs up its bags and embarks on a journey to eliminate its old enemy, it is often eliminated by adventurers after discovering that it was just a nightmare.
At this time, Bruno was beating the mithril block in his hand frantically again and again. With his superb skills, the metal was easily beaten into the shape he wanted. He knew that before the morning light interrupted him, the hammer head of the hammer could
It took shape.
Imric stood on the mountainside, looking at the horizon that was about to fall into darkness. The perfect and light Selune was slowly rising, and said softly: "Today is the night of the summer solstice."
In the tundra in the distance, a lonely wolf sat motionless like a statue. When the huge silver disk of the summer full moon rose from the edge of the horizon, although it was anxious, it still waited patiently.
It waited until the full moon appeared in the night sky, and then began to howl according to the ancient habits of the wolf tribe. And this cry was answered over and over again by other wild wolves and nocturnal animals in the distance, and they all looked at the stars in the sky.
Power shouts.
The night of the summer solstice begins, and the power of magic stirs in the air, making all creatures except rational animals that are not affected by instinct become excited.
Bruno clearly felt this magic in his emotional state. But he was focused on the peak work of his life and entered a state of extreme concentration. When he opened the golden lid of the small box, his hands did not shake at all.
The powerful war hammer is clamped on the anvil in front of the dwarf. It is Bruenor's best work. It is already very powerful and beautiful, but it is still waiting for the subtle mysterious words and spells to turn it into something with special power.
Powerful magic weapon.
Bruno did not need to follow the instructions to carve, these symbols were already engraved on his heart and soul.
He solemnly carved the hammer and anvil of Moradin the Soulforger on one side of the war hammer head, and the cross ax of the dwarf war god Crangiton on the other side. Finally, he took out the silver scroll tube and lightly
Gently opening the diamond cover, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the parchment scroll inside was still there after all these decades.
He wiped off the oily sweat on his hands, took out the scroll, slowly unfolded it, and laid it on the anvil. At first, the scroll looked blank, but when the light of the full moon shone on it, the powerful scrolls on it appeared.
The mysterious symbols slowly appeared.
These words were handed down from the ancestors of Bruno's family. Although he had never read them, the mysterious straight lines and curves on them gave Bruno a satisfying sense of intimacy. His hand steadily placed the chisel among the symbols with confidence.
, and then began to carve those mysterious words onto the war hammer. He felt the magic power pass from the parchment to the weapon through him.
Under the illumination of Silver Moon Selune, this weapon will finally be born.
When the dwarf burned the last rune on it, a burst of darkness fell on the dwarf. He turned his head away. He didn't know what power kept him alive. But the spell exhausted him and he could no longer bear the load.
He didn't even realize that these spells were coming out of his mouth one after another, sucking away more and more of his strength. Then he fell, although before his head hit the ground, he had already completely
Lost consciousness.
Drizzt, who had been waiting quietly for a long time, gently caught Bruno's fallen body, while Imric looked at the weapon in front of him in amazement, which was made of mithril and diamonds and covered with mysterious magic runes.
weapons.
Imrik turned on [Detect Magic], and a shining magical aura rose into the sky. This was a +3 magical war hammer, which was added with magical power that allowed the holder to use psychic power to control the war hammer back to his hand.
Imric glanced at the unconscious dwarf and shook his head. This is the price of creating a magic weapon. Mages will not forge magic weapons with hammers themselves. In fact, they will spend a lot of money to hire senior blacksmiths to forge them.
The war hammer in front of you is one of the equipment that can withstand powerful magic enchantment.
This warhammer has mysterious dwarf runes and mithril added background, which is enough for the mage to enchant very powerful spells on it. Of course, it is just a relatively ordinary weapon now, and it requires a huge price to hire a high-level mage to use magic to stabilize it.
Only by enchanting it with magic can it reach the same level as the [Command Fire Element Ring], a legendary magic equipment.
However, this last item is also the most difficult one. Even if the forging of the weapon itself requires dozens of days of hard work by the blacksmith and a magical environment with violent magic like "Summer Solstice Night", it is still necessary to cast [Magic Constancy] with the mage.
Compared with the cost, it is still small.
The magic constancy spell is only a fifth-level spell, but it can even make a nine-level spell constant on equipment. This is because the casting conditions of this spell, in addition to the spell slot, also permanently consume a part of one's mental power as stable energy.
At the cost of the source, it always plays a constant role in guiding the energy of the magic network in the equipment.
Therefore, a mage will never use [Magic Constancy] easily, because every time this spell is cast, it will take hundreds of days of meditation to regain the lost mental power. Even if it is used multiple times in a short period of time, it will still be lost.
The terrible cost of permanently downgrading the caster's level due to a sudden drop in mental power.
This is also the reason why magic equipment, especially high-level magic equipment, is so rare, but Imric is not worried. The reduced mental power is also a casting material, so it also falls within the scope of the "material-free" of the Endless Book.
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When Bruno woke up, he found that the warhammer he had worked so hard to build was being played with in the hands of the dark elf. He quickly jumped up from the bed, dodged the warhammer and said angrily: "Are you willing to come back from your trip? It just so happened that I
I need your help."
Drizzt said with a smile: "Old man, this weapon is too luxurious. Could it be that it was made for me? I am not used to using a war hammer."
Bruno rolled his eyes and said: "Don't dream, this is the weapon I made for Wulfgar. He will leave soon and will need these."
Then he looked down at the magic warhammer in his hand and murmured to himself: "Yes, the tundra is so dangerous, and he left just like that. The kid's stick is gone. I can't let him run around in this wilderness with nothing on his body."
There are no weapons! It’s just an old hammer on either side, nothing much.”
"You want to give it to that barbarian boy?" he asked pretending to be disbelieving. He knew that the dwarf had hidden strong feelings for the barbarian he rescued from the battlefield, although he also knew that Bruno would never admit it publicly.
The dwarf's face turned red and he said angrily: "What's the matter? After all, you have been my slave for three years and mined for me. I, Bruno, am not that stingy. That child must have something to defend himself."
"What's its name?" Imric asked curiously. He felt that this weapon with the potential to become a legendary magical equipment deserves a good name.
"The Fang of Aegis! The crowning masterpiece of Bruno's life, the magical warhammer used by Wulfgar in the future." Bruno replied without thinking. Before he had time to think of a name, the name automatically came out of his mind.
came out. He no longer remembered the incident, but when he recited the magic incantation during the ceremony, he decided on the name of the weapon.
"I understand," Drizzt said, taking the hammer back to Bruenor. "The Fang of Aegis is just an old hammer, but it's good enough for the boy. Mithril, adamantine, and diamonds combined.
It's just an old hammer."
"Shut up!" Bruno yelled angrily, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Can you shut up your mouth quietly like Imric!"
"Why do you need me, friend?" the dark elf asked teasingly, changing the subject.
Bruenor cleared his throat. "That boy," he said softly. Drizzt saw that Bruenor's throat was choked, preventing him from uttering his next taunting word.
"He was freed in the winter," continued Bruno, "and he had not been well trained. He was stronger than any man I had ever seen, and moved as nimble as a deer on the run. But he had no idea of fighting.
The method is still very raw.”
Drizzt nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that his dwarf friend really had deep feelings for the barbarian boy. Perhaps, this was a cross-generational relationship?
The dark elf secretly guessed, smiled and promised: "No problem, my friend, I will teach him everything I have learned throughout my life."
The dwarf asked Imrik and Drizzt to wait in the room. He went out and brought back a barbarian boy. This young barbarian was very tall, with a strong body and golden facial skin.
, a jagged golden beard.
Wulfgar walked into the room. When he saw Imrik, his body trembled. The nightmare that had appeared in his dreams countless times in the past had this face. Outside the Ten Towns, the mage hung high above
Sky, harvesting the lives of his own kin with ease and ease, his companions who are ten times stronger than him are as weak as ants in front of the mage.
Imrik smiled and looked at the barbarian boy in front of him without saying a word. He saw the fear in the other person's eyes and knew that he was a lucky man on the battlefield, but so what, war is always cruel and blind.
No one is right or wrong, just different positions.
Bruno saw Wulfgar choked and didn't speak as if he was mute. He patted him hard on the back and said: "Don't just stand there stupidly. This is the master I found for you. From today on, you can teach him to me."
Learn martial arts and obey his orders just like you would obey me!"
When Wulfgar saw the dark elf that the dwarf was referring to, the barbarian boy who was angry because of his perennial nightmare said angrily: "As long as you are happy, I am just your slave anyway."
"Your heart is as wild as the tundra," Bruno said with a smile. "You have never been and will never be a slave to any human or dwarf!"
Wulfgar's defenses broke under the praise that was unlikely to come from the mouth of a dwarf. He wanted to answer, but he didn't know what to say.
"I never regarded you as a slave, boy," Bruno continued. "You worked under me to pay off the sins of your people, and I taught you a lot in return. Now put aside the resentment in your heart, the war is over
It’s over.”
"You are a good blacksmith and have a very keen sense of stones, but you do not belong in the dwarf's mine. Now is the time for you to feel the sunshine on your face again. Promise me, no matter what, you will not stop because of the previous generation.
Hatred has made your life miserable, Wulfgar." The dwarf looked at the young man with rare tenderness and said.
"I won't do that," Wolfgang replied forcefully. "When my obligation to you is over, I will leave here completely free and do whatever I want!"
"Fair enough," Bruenor agreed, Wulfgar's stubborn pride increasing the dwarves' respect for him. He paused to examine the proud young warrior, and found himself gratified by the role he had played in Wulfgar's upbringing.
"You hit me on the head with your smelly flagpole and broke it." Bruno started to say hesitantly. He cleared his throat. The last step of this matter made the tough dwarf feel very uncomfortable.
He wasn't sure he could do it without showing emotion or stupidity.
"When your agreement with me expires, it will be winter. I can't let you go out into the wilderness without a weapon." He said quickly and brought out the war hammer.
"Aegis-fang," he said roughly as he threw the hammer to Wulfgar. "I will not impose any restrictions on your will, but for the sake of my conscience, I hope that you will swear to never harm again."
Any resident of Ten-Towns!”
When Wulfgar's hand came close to the adamantine hammer handle, he felt the value of this magical warhammer. He had never seen a weapon as exquisitely crafted and as powerful as the Fang of Aegis.
The gift given by the dwarf pretending to be impatient finally opened the barbarian's heart. He took another look at the black-robed mage who looked at him with a smile. The face that appeared in his nightmares day and night didn't seem so scary.
Already.
"I swear." Wulfgar stuttered a little. He was overwhelmed by this wonderful gift and was speechless. He calmed himself down before he could continue talking, but by the time he could pull his eyes away from the warhammer
,Bruno has disappeared.
The dwarf stepped hard and left his room along the long corridor. He murmured to himself, cursing his weakness. He hoped not to meet his own kind.
Bruno looked around carefully, then wiped his wet gray eyes.
"Give me the weapon." Imric looked at the barbarian boy and said. Wulfgar glanced at the mage hesitantly. He was reluctant to part with this precious treasure that was immersed in the dwarf's emotions, but he did not dare to resist the mage's order.
Wulfgar finally handed the warhammer into the hands of the mage. Imrik looked at him with a smile, and the hand holding the warhammer shone brightly.
The enchanting process lasted ten minutes. Imric bestowed the magic constant of the four-ring spell [Gravity Sphere] three times on this warhammer at once. From then on, this warhammer can cast [Gravity Sphere] three times a day using the warhammer's position as the origin.
].
Even though Imrik could enchant so easily, he had enchanted three fourth-level spells at once. If it were an ordinary ninth-level mage, his mental power would have seriously collapsed and he would be on the verge of falling to the eighth level.
It takes several years of careful recovery to meditate back the lost mental power.
Imrik threw it back to the barbarian and said: "Take it, I have enchanted it with a spell, and he will tell you how to use it."
The barbarian took the warhammer blankly, and the treasure in his hand told him that he had undergone tremendous changes in the hands of the mage, and he had since transformed into a real magical weapon.
Wulfgar half-opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. He had always thought that he was surrounded by a group of enemies and was working in the dark like a slave. But now he discovered that the dwarf had carefully forged a powerful weapon for him.
Even the former nightmare deigned to add powerful spells to his weapons.
The barbarian boy's heart was lightly touched.
Finally, the experience value was replaced with a reasonable explanation. There should be no bugs. The expression form is the same as the experience value, and the principle of action is also very reasonable.