DRAGON MASTER (Crazy Updates)
Chapter 166: Master-level Iron Clever, Low Forging Cost
"The "dwarf metal that had been forged was more than a thousand times ten times harder than an ordinary two-handed long sword. Cutting it is as easy as cutting vegetables. Just this alone was worth over 30,000 gold coins. In addition, it was also mixed with magical mithril and star fragments, which could increase the combat aura by over 30%. If it's thrown into the auction house."
Frederick deliberately glanced at the adventurer behind him who had stopped laughing and whose face was getting ugly. He said lightly, "The price should be 100,000 gold coins. Anyhow."
Frederick said in a more serious tone, "This is the work of a master."
The Dwarf's eyes immediately lit up and looked at Frederick.
"Omong empty, this.this is just a good-grade two-handed long sword! How could it be worth 100,000 gold coins?!"
The adventurer shouted furiously.
"Idiots! A bunch of idiots with no money! I told you, get out of here, get out of Thor's Hammer!"
The grumpy dwarf would not let others insult his work anymore and again, he waved his fist and chased a group of adventurers out of the blacksmith shop.
When Joelson heard Frederick's explanation, he was also a little surprised, he only saw that the blade was mixed with magic mithril and was worth 30,000 gold coins, so he bought it casually.
After all, he was indeed lacking a suitable knight weapon.
But he did not expect that this great sword was better and more amazing than he had imagined.
"You guys are really good friends. Tell me, what more do you want? Old Deaver will give you the best discount," the dwarf said loudly.
Frederick said, "We want to ask the Master of Kerridge to forge a magic wand."
The dwarf narrowed his eyes and looked at the two of them strangely. Suddenly, he cursed, "Damn it! Are you here to make fun of my mom? Who does not know that Mr. Kerridge has been dead for nearly three hundred years! "
Frederick stunned.
After a while, he smiled at Joelson out of embarrassment and said, "Sorry, Master. I forget. I've been sealed for over five hundred years."
“If there is no master blacksmith, then does this place endanger the best blacksmith shop in the entire Dwarf Kingdom Mountain?” Joelson whispered to himself.
This sentence seemed to touch a certain spot in the heart of the dwarf Deaver.
Deaver suddenly jumped up and shouted with a red face, "What do you mean?! Thor's Hammer is the best blacksmith shop in the entire dwarf kingdom, no, it's the best blacksmith shop in the entire continent! You can't find a better one! blacksmith shop rather than Thor's Hammer!"
Joelson did not say anything, but Frederick pointed to the different types of swords hanging on the wall of the weapon shop and said lightly, "Although these weapons are good, they are, they're much better than the standard ordinary dwarf blacksmith."
Deaver's face showed a hint of pride, but he heard Frederick continue, "But that's not the standard of a master. Just the long sword of the two-handed knight just now could hardly be called a master job."
"Because, because..."
Deaver's tanned face flushed red, and he stuttered, "Because, this is all forged by me."
"What do you mean?"
Deaver seemed to be very embarrassed and unwilling to admit it, "I never said that I was a master."
Joelson and Frederick's eyes sparkled.
"There are other master-level blacksmiths in Thor's Hammer?!"
"of course! Thor's light will never go out!"
Deaver took a sip of wine and said, "Come with me."
The actual blacksmith shop was behind the weapon shop.
The furnace was lit, and several half-finished weapons were scattered on the ground.
But Deaver did not stop but continued moving forward.
When he came to the wall, Deaver used his short legs and tried hard to turn on the wall lights that went out on the wall.
Crack crack crack crack!
The wall split open, and a gust of hot air blew into his face.
Bang out!
Bang out!
A bigger and more impressive blacksmith's furnace.
Joelson stepped in and saw the furnace that occupied more than half the room burning fiercely.
Magic runes flickered on the furnace.The high temperature caused by the use of magic arrays made the entire room seem as if it was built on top of a volcano.
Ordinary people would be tormented for even a second.
A dwarf stronger than Deaver swung his hammer violently, and sweat dripped down like raindrops.
"Deaver!"
The dwarf saw the door open and asked loudly, "Why did you bring an outsider in?"
Deaver explained, "It's a guest, a guest!"
The dwarf frowned and said nothing more. Instead, he threw the hammer and reached out a rough hand towards Deaver, saying, "Give me some wine, Deaver!"
Deaver quickly handed the wine pot in his hand.
The burly dwarf raised his head and drank.
Wine flowed on his thick beard, and his bald head shone under the light of fire.
After drinking, the burly dwarf threw out the wine pot and began to swing the hammer vigorously.
Deaver turned his head and proudly introduced Joelson and Frederick, "See? This is the master blacksmith Thor's Hammer, the Wiblon copper hammer!"
"Ah, I forgot to say something."
Deaver said timidly, "She's my wife too."
Joelson and Frederick were shocked.
They both stared at the bald dwarf who was stronger than Deaver, with thicker hair and more developed muscles and immersed in deep thought.
"dwarf."
Frederick laughed awkwardly and said in a low voice, "What a magical race."
Deaver sighed, regretfully, he said, "Since Wiblon is a woman, many dwarves don't recognize her master's level. Even if Wiblon forged a legendary weapon, they still thought that it was flawed."
Saying this, Deaver's face showed anger.
"Deaver, don't tell outsiders everything!"
A rough voice sounded amidst the sound of knocking.
Deaver hurriedly closed his mouth.
It seems that Deaver is still afraid of his wife.A little smile appears on Joelson's face.
The crack!
Wilbon dipped the weapon he forged into the water tank to extinguish it, then slowly walked out.
"Deaver, tell them our price."
Deaver hurriedly said, "Wilbon only accepts superior grade weapons upwards. Superior grade weapons cost 100,000 gold coins to counterfeit. Legendary weapons did not guarantee an absolute level of success. They needed over a million gold coins. The main material of the weapon needs to be provided by you."
1,000,000 gold coins?!
Frederick approached Joelson and said in a low voice, "It's a very cheap price. When I asked the master blacksmith Colridge to forge it, I had to pay 80,000 magic crystal coins, and I failed once."
80,000 magic crystal coins means 8,000,000 gold coins.In other words, the cost of forging Wiblon is indeed very low.
From this it is seen that the title of master of the Wiblon blacksmith is indeed not recognized by the dwarves.
Otherwise, a two-handed long sword worth 100,000 gold coins would not only be valued at 30,000 gold coins.