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Chapter 48 0048: Interrogation

[Character: Malungu]

【Attitude: Prudent】

[Identity: Workshop Furnace Owner]

[The powerful giants control everything inside the workshop with skill and majesty. 】

Marungu has come before his eyes.

Wrinkles are all over his face, his thick beard is full of traces of being burned, and there are only two cloudy balls in his eye sockets, but he is by no means blind. On the contrary, these eyes seem to be able to directly peek into people's hearts.

"give me."

Marungu was standing here, but his voice seemed to be echoing from the surrounding cliffs.

Ken frowned.

He seemed to be able to imagine how the blacksmiths usually conversed amidst the tinnitus of beating.

The wooden box was handed over.

Marengu picked it up like a drunk in a mountain pass tavern, and pried open the wooden cover with one hand, and the iron buckle and inner pin were forced to succumb to the strange force.

He stomped his feet, and the cliff shook off the dust.

A block of floor tiles with intricate patterns sank, and a long black stone table rose up at the same time.

Marengu put the wooden box away, pulled the order on the cover into his hands and examined it carefully, his two white eyeballs trembled slightly, and finally, he reached into the box.

[Material: Thunder Rock]

[Quality: Legend]

[The stone formed by the condensed magic contains a huge amount of energy. 】

"They killed a dragon."

Marengu sighed, his brows furrowed and then loosened, his rough nails scratched across the stone, bursting out bursts of electric arcs, constantly beating on his dark blue skin.

"dragon?"

Ken grasped the key words and expressed his doubts.

Marengu did not answer.

He glanced sideways at the young man, as if confirming the relationship between the other party and the mysterious person, and then slowly put the stone back, and took out several black bottles inlaid with silver.

"Sophisticated gadgets, southerners are very careful, this is the pinnacle of alchemy."

He looked at it alone, constantly changing the angle, and seemed to care more about the craftsmanship of the container itself than the liquid contained in it.

[Material: Blood of the Yalong]

[Quality: Treasure]

[Dragon descendants in the southern border mountains, their blood is an extremely precious consumable. 】

Ken got the answer through notes.

Yalong is actually not rare, nor is it a special product in the south. Most of the monsters flying over Palotusbi have the blood of giant dragons. This creature that likes to cultivate emotions across species has left many strange offspring.

But a sub-dragon with pure blood is still quite rare.

They are almost extinct, and every time they appear, they can set off an upsurge that is no less than a war, and the glass bottle in front of them can actually hold the blood of the dragon, and the alchemy of the Pistonk Empire is also quite top-notch.

"It's good, what do you want?"

Marengu turned around.

He stood in the middle of several ancient furnaces, his body was tall and strong, and he could crush everyone just by looking down—the singer was still sitting on the ground, his legs trembling and weak.

"A handy sword."

"Well, what did you bring?" Marengu was very calm, as if this was a reciprocal transaction. "Let me see, the Mi Qiang ore produced by Nuolin is of good quality. Moon ring sap, hehe, this will become quite interesting."

Ken gave the material out.

He saw Marengu stomping his feet again, and subconsciously took half a step back.

This huge altar-like disc is probably the storage grid for the craftsmen. It would be interesting if it was accidentally bounced off.

The cabinet that appeared this time was huge, stuffed with several layers of materials.

The other party picked and picked in the [treasures] area, put two pieces of high-quality steel in his hands and weighed them, and took a few more suitable materials.

"You smell like magic."

Ma Lungu turned around while talking.

He put the pile of things on the low shelf, then folded his arms, stared at the young human and said:
"Don't waste things, tailor-made means you have to show your basics."

Ken narrowed his eyes. To be honest, he hesitated. His cards were his own life and death, and if the other party was a conservative old man from the north, he might explode on the spot and crush him to death.

There is no doubt, and no remark is required.

Marengu is definitely not an opponent that ordinary humans can challenge. The opponent's body is constantly surging with extremely surging power.

He sensed the young man's mind, and when he smiled, his wrinkles were ugly.

"If you are cursed, will you hide it from the witch doctors who rescued you? Don't be hypocritical, child, you have to know that every time it comes to the day of the god forging, even Frengundo will not hide it. I I don’t need to know your other means, just have a direction.”

Marengu held down the materials and said with a serious expression.

"A weapon has a soul. If you rely on it to live, you must at least respect it and be honest with it. The artifact came to the world with a certain mission, and the blacksmith must show it the way."

"I want to know what kind of person Frengundo is?"

Ken is in no hurry.

He has heard this name many times along the way, the most powerful battle flag in the northern border, it is impossible for him not to be curious.

The corner of Marengu's mouth stretched out his thick and curly beard, and he laughed loudly:
"I and the rest of the furnace owners have used the ancient furnace, and every ten years there will be a powerful battle banner coming to the Dewar tribe. Flen Gunduo, he has come three times in a row, and each time he will become stronger. It's terrifying, and the blood debt on his body is getting deeper and deeper. I can't tell you about the terrifying monster, but everyone knows that he already holds three artifacts, and he is the most legendary figure in the history of Red Maple Highlands."

Ken silently remembered that this was a level he could not have imagined.

Since Frengundo is willing to show it, he doesn't need to hide it too much. Blacksmiths should have the most basic principles.

Moreover, in every battle, this power must be used.

Ken nodded frankly, and then silently took off the glove on his right hand. His right arm was covered with tattoos, the pattern was ancient and mysterious.

Ma Lungu was well-informed, his cloudy eyes widened, and he took two steps forward in an instant.

But before he got close enough to identify it carefully, a blue flame enveloped the altar. It seemed to be attracted by the surrounding ancient furnaces, and it was more active than ever before.

Lan Yan slowly drew back.

Ken just stood there silently, under the reflection of the fire, concentration was written on his resolute face.

Marengu was startled suddenly, he realized that this force was completely attached to the young man in front of him, and the tongue of fire licked that arm without causing any harm.

There was a sound of wind in the valley.

Duwa Village is experiencing a vision at this time, the ancient furnace in the distance is affected, the strong wind gushes out from the tall furnace, the ash is rolled up, the whole tribe is covered in ash, and all the food on the street is destroyed. calamity.

The vision disappeared quickly, like a volcano sneezed.

"As you can see."

Ken put the gloves back on, and looked up at the deep-thinking giant in front of him.

(End of this chapter)