The tribe of the Copperbeard Clan is hidden in a Yong Road.

The entrance to the tribe, blocked with rocks by the dwarves of the Copperbeard clan.

Every time you enter and exit, you only need to push open the rock gate and enter and exit freely.

Such a large stone weighs at least several tons.

Only dwarves can use it so easily as a door.

“No wonder I haven’t found it for so long.”

Mark looked at the boulder blocking the way, his expression a little speechless.

The tribe of the dwarves is not far from the tribe of dogheads.

It’s only about half an hour away.

The dependents he sent out passed by here dozens of times, and did not find the dwarves hiding inside.

It is estimated that except for the dwarves, no one would have thought that they would hide in this place.

The dwarf elder pushed away the boulder, and a passage appeared in front of him.

After entering the passage, the end point is a village like a human town.

Call!

A wave of heat hit him, and Mark couldn’t help but frown.

The temperature here is at least twenty degrees higher than the outside world, and ordinary monster races cannot withstand this high temperature.

Only the dwarves who have been forging together all day can ignore this level of heat.

Looking at the dwarf elder who looked happy and seemed to enjoy this temperature, Mark could only sigh.

There is really no limit to the adaptability of living things.

“This is a vein crater, which is the most suitable place for forging in this vicinity, and there was originally a black iron vein, but unfortunately it has been mined clean.”

The dwarf elder pointed to the empty mine next to the tribe, with a look of pity.

Mark swept his gaze and saw the crater burning with magma in the center of the tribe.

The terrifying heat made even him feel a little unbearable.

The entire Copperbeard Clan was built around the crater.

According to the dwarf elders, counting the old and weak women and children, there are only more than a hundred clansmen in the tribe.

Although the dwarves are an immortal species, they have a long lifespan.

But the birth rate of the ethnic group is indeed pitifully low.

On average, it takes more than ten years or even decades to give birth to a clan member.

Even at its peak, the entire clan was only in the early two hundreds.

However, he was not interested in the number of these dwarves, nor did he come to see the dwarves.

“Where are the weapons you forged before?”

Mark asked with a frown.

That’s what he’s here for this time.

“Lord Lord, the weapons forged by our Copperbeard Clan are all placed in that cave.”

The dwarf elder pointed to a cave next to it that looked like it had been abandoned for a long time and said cautiously.

Mark narrowed his eyes, and his figure flashed and appeared directly outside the cave.

Looking at the cave with a thick layer of ash on the ground, my heart was a little speechless.

How many years has this not been cleaned?

Stretching out a hand, the rich fire element gathered together.

It is close to the crater and the fire element is already very strong.

With only a small amount of mana, a huge ball of flame light gathered.

Illuminated by the flames, everything inside the cave comes into view.

The mountains of weapons and armor were covered with dust, as if they had been placed for hundreds of years.

Near the entrance of the cave is a batch of newly crafted weapons and armor.

From far away, you can feel the sharpness of these weapons.

The dwarves have their own inheritance of forging techniques.

Materials with magic power can be integrated into forged weapons through special tempering methods to form a special enchantment effect.

Let the performance of the weapon be used to the extreme.

The more precious the material, the more enchantment effects can be stacked.

It sounds a bit like magic equipment refined by alchemists.

It’s just that this enchanted weapon forged by dwarves is forged with pure forging techniques.

There is no diversity of magic equipment, but the effect is more single and extreme.

In terms of lethality, it is better than magical equipment.

“Why is it so small?”

Mark picked up a long knife on the ground, the length was just right for him, and it was quite convenient.

But he is now in a regular goblin state, even if his bloodline has evolved after absorbing the blood of the dragon, his physique has doubled several times.

His current height is only between one meter three and one meter four.

Kind of one of the dwarves.

The specifications of this weapon are just fine for goblins and dwarves, but a little too small for jackals and dogheads.

But thinking that these weapons were forged by dwarves, Mark could only be speechless.

Of course, the weapons forged by dwarves are only suitable for dwarves.

Even those armors.

Most of them are only suitable for goblin and dwarf races, and they are estimated to be enough to choke on jackals.

Of course, this cave is not without weapons and armor in large yards.

It’s just that the number is small, and it’s not bad to be able to make up dozens of sets.

If you want to arm all the monster dependents, it is still far from it.

“Change it, it should work.”

Mark picked out an armor forged from black iron ore and turned around just to leave.

Suddenly, I saw a pitch-black axe in the middle of the mountains of weapons and armor.

The style is ancient, full of the breath of time, and the axe handle does not know what wood it is made of, and it is bound with a piece of animal skin.

The body and blade of the axe were pitch black, as if an abyss that swallowed everything.

This axe is very large, even for humans, it is a little unsuitable, if it is changed to a race such as orcs, it is barely suitable.

At the first sight of this axe, Mark had a feeling of being attracted.

Involuntarily walked over and wanted to pick up this axe.

“Don’t touch that axe!”

Suddenly behind him came the terrified voice of the dwarf elder.

Mark frowned and turned to look at the dwarf elder who looked nervous.

“This axe? What’s the problem? ”

“It’s a cursed axe.”

The dwarf elder persuaded with a serious look in his eyes.

“All those who touched this axe are dead, without exception.”

Hearing him say this, Mark suddenly became even more interested.

No matter how powerful a weapon is, in the final analysis, it is just a weapon, and it can only be used when it is used.

A broken axe, even can kill?

He wanted to hear what kind of axe would be so evil.

“Talk about it.”

Mark asked curiously about the origin of this axe.

The dwarf elder couldn’t refuse in his eyes, and he could only explain helplessly.

“This is a heritage weapon forged by a certain ancestor of our gray dwarf tribe from the broken soul of a legendary orc.”

“It is said that it was a very powerful orc warrior, and even challenged the majesty of the gods, but unfortunately in the end it angered the gods, and the soul was shattered.”

“A certain ancestor of the gray dwarf tribe, collected these soul fragments, used the technique of soul forging, and integrated them into this axe, and finally this axe was born.”

“But no one has ever been able to pull this axe out of this stone since this earth, and even all those who touch it die in madness.”

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