"Oh, oh oh!" After putting on his gloves, Art held the huge hammer in his hand very easily, as if the hammer in his hand was just a foam decoration, waving it back and forth in the air.
.
"Be careful and don't be careless." The dwarf blacksmith said with an expression of "I knew it": "There are many guys who have no self-awareness at all after wearing these gloves and show off everywhere. As a result..."
"What happened?" Before the dwarf blacksmith could finish speaking, Art carefully placed the hammer on the table.
"As a result, they knew which one was harder, the hammer or the elder's fist." The dwarf had an expressionless expression on his face...or maybe it was because his beard was so thick that he couldn't see his expression clearly, so he just stared at it anyway.
Looking at Art, he said: "This thing is always an external force. A qualified dwarf must pick up the hammer by himself, and must learn to endure the burning sensation when picking up molten iron with his bare hands."
"Well, I might be able to learn the first one, but the second one is unrealistic." Because he got what he wanted and saw the creature he liked, Art was in a very good mood: "But the important thing is
Yes, I am not a dwarf."
"I know, I know. If there is a dwarf child as thin as you, his parents will definitely be suspected of marrying an earth master, haha." The dwarf blacksmith did not hesitate to make some dwarf jokes, although in human terms
From a perspective, it doesn't sound very, very like a joke.
"Forget it, don't say these useless words, stick your head over, let us continue to take a look at this anvil." The dwarf blacksmith rearranged the anvil and placed it on the bar.
Because of the height of the bar, Art and the dwarf had to look up.
But the dwarf never gives others a chance to laugh at his height. He knocked the bar table hard with his fist, and then it seemed that some mechanism was triggered or the table legs were broken. The entire bar table was instantly shorter.
It went down a long way, and although Art still seemed to be struggling a bit, it was just right for the dwarf blacksmith.
"Look at him, he is such a strong old guy." After struggling with it for a while, the dwarf blacksmith caressed the anvil and said, "This anvil took me through my childhood.
We smelt together, we beat together, we ate together... But seriously, if you hadn't come, I might have had to throw him away in a few days. He was too small and too short.
Suitable for us grown dwarves."
"Wow, wow, okay, that sounds great..." The dwarf's convoluted description made Art confused whether he cherished him or despised him.
"So, let's see if his function has aged over time, but I believe that the skills of our dwarf craftsmen are indelible with time. What do you think?" As he said that, the dwarf blacksmith began to fumble up and down the anvil.
, clicking here and tapping there, I don’t know what I’m doing.
However, there was a slight vibration, and the entire wooden bar began to vibrate along with the anvil, making a muffled sound.
"Okay, it looks like it started successfully." The dwarf blacksmith grabbed the hammer from Art's hand, and then tapped it lightly on the anvil -
The entire anvil suddenly lit up with dark red stripes running through it, and then the entire anvil slowly began to grow in size, forcing Art, who was watching from the sidelines, to step back with a look of shock on his face!
"Well, it's working fine, and then how to do it..." The dwarf blacksmith didn't show any surprise, and then he naturally threw it into the round dark red hole that appeared on the top of the anvil due to its width.
I put in a few magic stones.
Following several small explosions, the dark red stripes on the anvil suddenly lit up, and the dark red pits emitted a dazzling light like sunlight. The extremely high temperature caused the surrounding air to begin to twist and shake.
Then, the dwarf blacksmith did something that Art would never dare to do in his life.
"Oh, it's still a bit deteriorated and the temperature has dropped." I saw the dwarf blacksmith directly extending his strong arm into the pit where the extremely hot fire was shining. After dozens of seconds, he took it out with some regret.
come out.
"But it's enough for you humans." With a sigh, the dwarf blacksmith picked up the hammer again and knocked hard on the edge of the anvil. The entire open anvil retracted, and the bright red stripes also
All disappeared.
"Did you understand what I just did?" The dwarf blacksmith looked at Art, who had wide eyes and looked like he had seen a ghost, and said, "Oh, okay, I'll explain it again: set up the anvil, use the hammer
Knock the edge of the anvil and test it with your hand when it is better.
Measure the temperature. If the temperature is not enough, throw some magic stones in. The more you throw in, the higher the quality of the magic stones, and the higher the temperature of the furnace. When you don't use it, hammer the edge again, and it will be put away again.
The temperature will also drop very slowly, do you understand?"
"Um, um, um, I understand, I understand..." Although Art had an expression of disbelief on his face, he was indeed listening carefully. But it would be better to say that it was because he was listening carefully that he felt that
Things are so shocking.
The first question: Is the technological level of dwarves so high?!
Second question: What exactly are dwarves made of?
The third question: Have you dwarves been playing with such cool things since you were young?!
These three questions kept tormenting Art in his heart, but fortunately he knew that these things would be his next, so he did not go crazy.
"How much? I bought it!" Art couldn't wait to take out his small purse, not caring that it was full just yesterday.
The dwarf blacksmith folded his hands, looked at Art coldly, and said: "These things are all used by me when I was a child, and they are indeed a bit old. I can sell them to you cheaper. Two gold coins, you can't ask for them -"
"I'll buy it!" Without saying a word, Art threw two gold coins to the dwarf blacksmith, then pulled up Ravens who was staring at the sky in a daze, and said: "Ravens, come and get the iron for me.
anvil!"
"Wha, what? What are you doing?!" Art, who was wearing gloves, was so strong that he easily pulled Ravens, who was sitting in a daze on the stool, to the ground. After dragging him two meters on the ground, he brought him to the
In front of the bar.
"Look, this anvil is super handsome, you can hold it~" Art used a little force with his gloved hand to pick up the anvil and hit it 'gently'