The double-row propellers rotate slowly, the brown-red tide stirs up a rainbow, the smell of rust in the wind never dissipates, and the ocean currents of the Qinhai Sea send away travelers.
"Father, why don't they come forward on their own? Is it because of the covenant?" A teenage boy looked into the distance and asked in a sweet voice.
"Covenant? That kind of thing is more useless than the dagger on your mother's waist! I'll give you three days to come up with the answer, otherwise I will copy the nautical ephemeris a hundred times." The man replied with a sneer.
Immediately, the metal limbs collided with the ground, making bursts of sounds. After hearing this, the little boy followed the man with a sad face. As for the giant ship, it had long since disappeared.
The aroma of ale mixed with the sea breeze. The old man beside the wooden table held a scepter in his hand. A strange-looking lantern stood in the center, with wisps of fluorescent light lingering beside him.
"Saint, how is your health? Little girl, you have troubled yourself." A muscular middle-aged dwarf was the first to ask.
"Your daughter's qualifications are worse than mine, and she will definitely become an outstanding rune blacksmith in the future. If you have time to talk nonsense with me, why not go home and have another one."
The old man paused his scepter, and then the mysterious lines on it suddenly lit up. A magic shield appeared out of thin air, and the conversation between the three turned into a mime.
The dwarves are natural explorers of mineral deposits and masters of forging. As long as any weapon is engraved with the mark of the dwarves, it will become very popular.
At the same time, they are natural warriors, and the best among them can understand the secret of "Forbidden Magic Stoneskin" and are not afraid of any magical attacks.
The dwarves cannot cast spells, and they hate magic even more. Legend has it that tens of thousands of years ago, a certain generation of clan leaders used their lives to establish an iron law. Anyone who dared to contact magic privately would be burned to death by fire.
However, all of this is a lie and a scam carefully planned by the dwarves!
Being addicted to alcohol does not mean living in a drunken life, and a straightforward personality does not mean that there are no tricks. How can a race that can exist for tens of thousands of years be a gathering place for idiots?
Therefore, the dwarves chose to integrate magic and forging, and the rune blacksmith was their name. They condensed the free magic into runes, and then infused the runes into objects.
Thousands of years ago, there was an incident where a dwarf warrior shattered the dragon king's scales with one blow, but both sides remained silent in the end, so no one knew the secret.
From that day on, the dragon clan swore not to kill any dwarves again. The clans only felt that this was the kindness of the Dragon King, but did not see the scars hidden in his robes.
Rune magic is a unique method of mana control, which can only be understood by dwarves who are proficient in the art of forging. They cannot be strong men with "forbidden magic stone skin", nor can they be people with rough forging skills.
The gods are always fair. Elves are born magicians and have long lifespans. But most of them have weak bodies and strange brain circuits.
Although the dwarves are contrary to magic, the rune blacksmiths among them can strengthen their weapons to the extreme. You must know that there is no process in any victory, they are all synonymous with results.
For tens of thousands of years, rune blacksmith has been a forbidden word. Except for the clan leader and the top blacksmith, no one knows its true identity.
If the reverse scale of the dwarves is ale, then the rune blacksmith is a touch of fish in the cup. Anyone who sees it will die, and everyone who hears it will be turned into powder.
However, this kind of glory was spurned by the gods, and the number of dwarf rune blacksmiths decreased from generation to generation until nearly a thousand years ago, only the only seed remained.
Therefore, they appear to be more and more nervous. While maintaining the lie that the dwarves hate magic, they also try their best to train the next generation of rune blacksmiths.
The setting sun dyed everything in Qinhai red, and the magic shield in the cabin was still in place. The guards holding heavy hammers stared intently, and the old man on the main seat lamented.
"Wise man, I can't understand this behavior! Why should we cooperate with those goblins? Do you like crystal coins very much?" The dwarf patriarch's roar was like an angry wave.
"No race can live alone, let alone stay out of trouble. You may not understand, but you can't stop me."
The old man raised the scepter, and saw the runes on it flickering, and the four elements of magic intertwined together. A coercion that was not inferior to that of the Great Mage came out of his body, and the originally calm sea surface thundered with lightning.
"What? Kill me if you can. This elder of the Bird Feather Tribe is tired of it already! Come on, come on, if you don't make it clear today, don't even think about seeing my daughter again."
The dwarf patriarch was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but after sensing the magic power around him, he lay down directly on the ground, looking like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.
"Chief, the ground is cold and your back is not good." Seeing this, the third person just said a word and walked out of the cabin without looking back.
The quarrel stopped abruptly, the old man dissipated the magic power, and the dwarf patriarch also filled the wine glass again. Although the two still glared at each other, they did not talk nonsense anymore.
"Real treasures are not things like diamonds, gold, silver, jewelry, and coral that are just for show." The old man sighed and took the wooden cup handed to him.
"I just hope that the dwarves can survive well. As for other things, they are beyond our control." The dwarf leader sighed, his eyes full of helplessness.
"How is my precious daughter doing now?" the dwarf patriarch asked again.
"Proficient in the Four Talisman Laws, proficient in forging, acceptable magic vision, but too weak in character." After saying this, the old man tore off the magic shield and left the cabin.
New York City, Dongcheng District, auction house. Perhaps because it is located on the border, the number of professionals here is as numerous as mosquitoes.
But today's highlight is not magic crystals and weapons, let alone secret medicines or ancient magic books. Although many people are very curious about it, they can't afford the admission fee of a hundred gold coins.
"Rikka, why are you so crazy! One hundred gold coins for one person! Do you want to make me angry to death?" Boom almost choked to death on the sauced beef after hearing this.
"The high-end auction is like this. Excluding the trash, only elites like my brother and me can enter." Rikka patted Boom on the back and replied with a smile.
"Elite? You big-headed idiot! This is all money." Even though Boom said this, he was still dressed neatly, indicating that he could go out at any time.
Two hours later, Boom and Rikka, wearing mother-in-law masks, sat in the stone room, quietly listening to the auctioneer's introduction. There were more than forty people who were the same as them.
The magic crystal shadow lamp, a new product of the goblins, can not only light up the space within a radius of five meters, but also block all prying eyes. Whether it is neurological spells, or prophecy and witchcraft.
Bidding and quarrels broke out everywhere, and the magic crystal shadow lamp was finally bought by someone at a high price of three crystal coins. This person was none other than Rikka wearing a mother-child mask.
He left his seat as if nothing happened. After putting away the magic crystal shadow lamp, he walked out of the stone room under the gaze of countless eyes.
From the beginning to the end, Rikka never looked at Boom, let alone said a word. She ran straight out of the city gate, and half an hour later, she returned to the small courtyard dripping with blood.
The pursuer dies, the greedy person dies, and the magic crystal shadow lamp lights up.
A night crow flies away into the sky, and Rikka plays with a new toy. This is her gift to Boom, and it is the ultimate goal of countless killings.