Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 748: Protection is the greatest honor
bang, bang, bang...

In the blacksmith shop in the corner of Chakua, the clear and loud sound of hammers continues day and night, from early morning to night, and then back to dawn, with only four hours of pause every day.

Bloxson, who had just returned from the Skink Craftsman's Workshop, listened to the familiar knocking sound, couldn't touch the mustache on his chest, and asked the anvil guard who was on duty.

"How long has Master Torek been in this state?"

The anvil guard sighed, "In ten years, all the beer I kept at home may have been drunk by rats."

Bloxon was full of admiration. The rune blacksmith's persistence was the most tenacious among the dwarves. This was clearly demonstrated by the rune master of Iron Peak Castle, who devoted himself wholeheartedly to recreating the miracle of the rune anvil.

The young engineer had a pretty good time during this period. He had full exchanges with human and elven scholars at the Qingyan Port Military Factory, and presided over a project on steam engines. He was already considered a leader in the field of engineering in the New World.

He greeted the High King's envoy and prepared to go to great lengths to fish out a solar engine from the prophet's hands.

The prophet is the most powerful person among the lizard people. He is proficient in the use of various technologies, actively follows the pace of the times, and manufactures various useful tools.

It is completely different from Slan's behavior of resting on his laurels. He is a typical reformist, and Bloxon admires him very much.

More than just a technician, he is better at beating up rats than anyone else.

Torek, who was in the craftsman's shop, was gritting his teeth and beating the iron block in front of him with all his strength. He had already ruined countless precious ores, and the large amount of money paid to Caledor by the High King was enough for the Rune Master to continue to work. Spend 100 years and send the necessary materials here.

But time cannot be measured by money. Every time he beat it, his heart became more and more urgent. The mountain kingdom needed the rune anvil and the miracle of Father God.

This became Torek's obsession. He meticulously followed the process of the design drawings, but even the most successful one was no different from failure.

The most important problem of rune compatibility has never been resolved. The finished product can only inspire the inscriptions that have been carved during the forging process, and cannot be repeatedly carved and replaced like a normal rune anvil!

In a burst of roar, Star Iron turned into garbage again. Torek couldn't help complaining that it was all because of the lack of an important metal. Otherwise, with his own craftsmanship, it would be impossible to fail.

Torek, who did not believe that miracles could not happen, once again picked up a cornerstone and prepared to continue working again.

But the raised right hand was already grasped by a large hand with rough scales.

He turned around and looked closely with bloodshot eyes, and found that it was the snake god prophet whom he had not seen for a long time.

The prophet explained Torek's predicament in a hoarse voice without emotion.

"Hot-blooded, you are doing useless work. The rune anvil made by Granny belongs to him and cannot be reproduced. The rune anvil you forged now should belong to you."

Torek tried to break free from Tehenhoin's hand, but found that it was motionless. The power of this skink was far greater than imagined.

After finding that he was unable to resist physically, the dwarf roared, "It is my destiny to pursue the will of God the Father!"

"How much time do you have to chase? The revelations in the Hall of Illusions will soon appear. The rats are ready to move, the warlike savage orcs have risen again, and the dead walk in every corner of the world.

God's will is not for you to come to Lustria to satisfy your pathetic racial consciousness. "

Tehenhoin spit out his forked tongue and said extremely coldly,
"Sotek will give you thirty times of the sun and the moon."

After finishing speaking, the prophet turned and left. His tail kept slapping the ground as he walked, as if he was very dissatisfied with this hot-blooded species.It has been difficult to produce even a single result in ten years, and it really deserves to be thrown into the Tyrannosaurus pit.

"One month..." Torek looked at the palms that were rougher than before. For the past ten years, he had been beating, thinking, and comprehending day and night, but it still had no effect.

Without anyone’s guidance, I relied entirely on what I thought in my heart. I was getting closer to God the Father a little bit. It seemed like I was just a little short every time, but it was never possible to cross that boundary.

He turned his head and focused on the thunder that Tehenhoin had sent for reference ten years ago.

The prophet was in the same predicament as him, unable to engrave or replace the runes on the finished seal.

But Tehenhoin's choice was to carve the holy seals of Taebok and Sotek on the thunder, turning the rune anvil, which was supposed to be a priceless treasure, into a tool of war.

War... or obsession...

Torek closed his eyes and tightened his mouth, feeling a strong confrontation deep in his heart. The rune blacksmith is the preserver and continuation of the dwarf civilization, and he is deeply honored to inherit the knowledge of his ancestors.

They are by no means pure warriors. They fight with the enemy on the battlefield and preserving civilization is their most important duty.

And once the rune anvil is forged into a war tool, will this sense of honor be deteriorated by killing?

The Rune Master thought of the Butcher King standing alone in front of the silent Kadelin Hall, of the Prince of the Eight Peaks Mountain who fought eternally on the Oath Stone, of the Son of the Mountain who died under the sword of the rat assassin, and of Saint Valaya who was invaded by vampires. temple……

Protecting the race and compatriots is the greatest honor!

After firming up his mind, Torek called his assistants and prepared to start a new round of anvil forging.

Each item can only have three runes. This is the law of rune magic, and since he has chosen the path of war, Torek Ironbrow must implement it to the end.

Based on the ancient holy texts taught by the lizardmen, the Rune Master will create a terrifying tool of war that will make everyone fear the name Torek Ironbrow.

After a period of consideration, Torek quickly decided which three runes to engrave, namely the blazing sun of Hesiota, the mist of Slanwupeck, and the sky of Oxo.

After ten years of countless seal carvings in the process of forging anvils, he has an incomparable understanding of the various transformations and uses of these three runes. Flame, mist and sky are all collectively referred to, and they contain several runes with different functions. .

But this time, the rune master only pursues lethality, causing the fire of anger to burst into flames on the ground, the mist that drains life, and the thunder that tears everything apart.

He worked again in the most calm manner, and after taking a full rest, he took the initiative to find Tehenhoin, hoping to provide help in the forging process.

Then he traveled to the Resurrection City, found people from the Dragon Palace, and asked Vaal Anvil to send priests who specialized in Golden Age technology to provide all possible support.

A multi-party participation in the anvil transformation operation was launched on the premise that Torek changed his mentality.

The high priest was very interested in the actions of the dwarves. He put aside the troubles in the Grand Council for the time being and invited Torek to come to the Vaal Anvil to jointly plan the forging of this anvil.

If possible, perhaps the blind priest is also planning to arrange a rune anvil for himself and go to the old world to spar with the dwarves.

(End of this chapter)