Shaking the World

As soon as he entered the back room, Lorraine was startled by a loud voice.

Looking closely, I saw a dwarf who was less than 1.3 meters tall but as strong as a compressed iron mound was tiptoeing, trying to put a giant sword on the weapon rack, but he was too tall. Short, he tried to jump a few times, but couldn't put the giant sword into the two small slots.

Seeing this, Lorraine hurried forward a few steps, took the giant sword from the dwarf, and put it on the shelf carefully.

Lorraine found that the sword was very heavy, weighing at least two to three hundred catties, and it was really difficult for ordinary people to lift it.

"You're a good boy, boy, what's your name?" the dwarf roared in a rough voice, as if Lorraine couldn't hear him.

Lorraine looked at this dwarf with a shiny head, a thick beard, and a height less than his chest, and felt a little strange. It was the first time he had such a close contact with this unique race other than humans, but his face There was still a modest smile on the face, and he replied: "Hello, Uncle Dwarf, my name is Lorraine."

"Lorraine? Very good! The young man is very good! Uncle Dwarf? No, no, no, my name is not Uncle Dwarf, but Papaludo Javaslov Marnoye Ihosaltopombu."

A series of syllables that were completely different from the lingua franca of the mainland and sounded extremely awkward came out of the dwarf's mouth, and immediately stunned Lorraine.

"Your name... I'm afraid..."

Lorraine tried his best to repeat the name of the dwarf blacksmith, but he tragically found that he couldn't get a single syllable right.

Isn't this pronunciation several times more difficult than magic incantations?

"No, it's not Papa, it's Papaludo..."

The dwarf repeated his name again, then laughed and said: "I know, with your human wisdom, it is difficult to remember my name, so I took a human name, called Pigle, you You can call me that."

"Pigle..."

Lorraine was stunned, is this a human name given with the wisdom of a dwarf?

Why is it a bit like the name of a domestic animal raised by humans, the kind that is fattened and then slaughtered for meat?

"Yes, this name is easy to remember." The dwarf blacksmith laughed triumphantly.

Lorraine also laughed, but the smile was a little awkward.

After laughing for a long time, Pigle stopped laughing, patted Lorraine's arm and said, "Young Lorraine, are you here to buy weapons? How about the ax?"

Piggle seemed to find Lorraine very pleasing, and immediately recommended his own racial weapon.

"Uh, Uncle Pigle, I just came in to take a look. I don't have the rare ores and metals you need." Lorraine scratched her head and said a little embarrassedly.

"No?" Piegel's expression froze, and disappointment flashed in his eyes, but soon he laughed again, and said in a comforting tone, "It doesn't matter if you don't, it doesn't matter if you don't."

I don't know if he is comforting Lorraine, or comforting himself.

After finishing speaking, Pigle waved his hand, led Lorraine to a row of shelves, and said proudly: "These are the weapons I forged. According to the grades you humans divide, these can be included in the silver class." The ranks of weapons!"

Lorraine stepped forward and picked up a long sword from the weapon rack.

It has to be said that the weapons here are far superior to those in the hall outside in terms of craftsmanship and gloss.

The long sword in Lorraine's hand is about 1.2 meters long. The blade is wide, about seven or eight centimeters wide. The hilt is a traditional cross-shaped hand guard, which can protect the swordsman's hands very well.

Lorraine held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and gently scratched the blade with the thumb of his left hand, feeling the sharpness of the blade.

A good sword is not only good in workmanship, the most important thing is to see if it is sharp.

No matter how beautiful the appearance of a sword, but its blunt blade cannot kill people, it is a piece of scrap iron.

A slight stabbing pain came from his fingertips, which surprised Lorraine secretly. The sharpness of this sword far surpassed all the weapons he had seen before.

Moreover, the slope of the blade of this sword is very round. This kind of forging method greatly improves the durability of this long sword. Even if the material it uses is not so tough, it will not be so easily damaged.

"Good sword!"

Lorraine couldn't help but admire.

"Young people are very knowledgeable!" Piegel laughed, his face full of pride.

Lorraine said with a smile: "An old blacksmith in our town taught me how to distinguish a good weapon from a bad one. The weapons he forged have a good reputation in our town, but I don't think the weapons he forged are as good as yours." Sharpen your sword."

Piggle burst out laughing when he heard that.

"How can the blacksmith in your small town be compared to me, the master blacksmith of the dwarves, boy, you're going to laugh me to death, haha!"

"Master forging? Did you say you are a master forging?" Lorraine looked at Pigle in surprise, "I heard that a master forging can forge golden tools, then you..."

Among human blacksmiths, only those who can create gold-level equipment can be given the title of "Master Blacksmith".

"Golden utensils?" Pigle snorted, and walked towards the back room with a pair of short legs, "Come on, young man, let me show you the real good stuff."

Hearing this, Lorraine was shocked immediately, the golden weapon, that is the top-quality equipment that even Sid, the head of the Dire Wolf Mercenary Group and whose strength is as high as the seventh rank, only has one piece!

Lorraine quickly followed Pigle and came to the innermost room.

As soon as he entered the room, a faint heat came to his face.

Lorraine made a little comparison, and the temperature in the room should almost catch up with the temperature outside in the sun.

Because he possesses fire-attributed fighting spirit and magic, his sense of "heat" is completely different from that of ordinary people, so the result can only be obtained through comparison.

The room was a little dark, and Lorraine observed it, and found that there was nothing special about the furnishings in the room.

There are several tables and chairs in the room, and a small room is separated on the east side, which may be a kitchen. Next to the small room is a staircase leading to the upper floor. There is a closet hanging near the corner on the west side of the room.

It seems that the heat flow in the room is not directly related to this room.

Piggle entered the room one step ahead of Lorraine, and had already reached the closet.

Just when Lorraine was curious about what Pigle was doing at the corner, Pigle suddenly bent down and grabbed a hidden crack on the ground with one hand, only to hear a harsh friction sound, and a heavy cover was lifted off Get up!

With Lorraine's eyesight, he could clearly tell that the cover plate was entirely made of steel, and the weight was estimated to be no less than three thousand catties, but Pigle picked it up with brute force!

The physical strength of the dwarves over humans is indeed terrifying.

When the inclination angle of the cover plate exceeds 90 degrees, the chains connected to the ground on the left and right sides of the cover plate are instantly straightened, so that the cover plate is stagnant in the air and will not fall down.

Lorraine saw a mass of red light emerge from the place where the cover was lifted, and gusts of hotter air flowed out from it, and the temperature in the room rose several degrees in an instant.