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Chapter 417 Forging Master

In the unknown tavern, the atmosphere seemed very lively.

A large group of dwarves with long beards and the smell of rust on their bodies were holding cheap beer and changing glasses.

The dwarves have no money, their property is their own hammer, and all kinds of ore dug.

For example, the wine everyone drank was a piece of iron ore the size of a fist, enough for three cups of poor-quality ale, and it tasted bitter.

It's such a bad ale that a dwarf can sit in a tavern all day and enjoy himself.

There are no appetizers, and the special barbecue provided by the tavern is too expensive, and few dwarves can spend generously once.

Occasionally, a few rich and self-willed people come here, and they just order a plate of food that is similar to edamame. Wu Ming can't name it, and it can make many dwarves envious.

With optimism in poverty and satisfaction with life, this is the impression left by the dwarves on Wu Ming.

Compared with the magnificent Asa Garden, the gods who were born to enjoy, the difference between the kingdom of the dwarves and the Asa gods is just like the backward Africa and the developed Europe.

Thinking of this, Wu Ming glanced at Thor who lowered his body so as not to be hit on the head, and found that he was used to this phenomenon, and he was obviously used to it.

"Boss, two glasses of golden rum, one grilled lamb chops, one honey sauce steak, and another cold fruit and milk platter." Thor was rich and powerful, and many dwarves who were cash-strapped couldn't help but look back. .

In the midst of all the attention, Thor didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

There was envy in the eyes of the other dwarves. The height of Wu Ming and the two exceeded the standard, which showed that they were foreign rich men, not poor people like them.

"The life of the dwarves is not easy!" Wu Ming sat in the hall with Thor while holding the golden rum.

Thor shook his head indifferently, lowered his voice and whispered: "You don't understand, this is their life, and others can't change it at all. My father once wanted to change all this, and gave the dwarves cattle, The seeds were distributed, the cubs of sheep and chickens and ducks were distributed, and even the gods of harvest and the earth stayed in the dwarf kingdom to bless them, but do you know what happened afterwards?"

Of course Wu Ming didn't know what happened afterwards.

But looking at the appearance of the dwarves, it doesn't look like they entered the farming society. It seems that this matter should not be successful.

"Later, the dwarves ate the cattle, brewed the seeds into wine, made chicken soup from the old hen, and sent the duck to the oven. The god of harvest and the earth returned to God's Domain after staying here for three months. I’m so angry that my father doesn’t care about them anymore.” Thor said, and then he laughed too, not sure if he was laughing at the ignorance of the dwarves.

With cattle and seeds, food can be grown, and there is no need to exchange weapons with other races.

There are cubs of chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep. When they grow up, they can breed more chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep. This is an inexhaustible treasure house.

It's a pity that the dwarves would rather kill chickens and get eggs than farm and herd sheep to live a life of adequate food and clothing.

Poor people must have something to hate, and Thor doesn't think these people are worthy of pity, because the dwarves have chosen their own roads.

"No farming, no animal husbandry, what do the dwarves rely on for food and drink? Do they rely on exchange?" Wu Ming took a sip of the golden rum and found that it was really good.

Thor raised his glass and took a sip himself. He nodded and said, "It's just an exchange. The dwarves are born masters of casting. They have a lot of research on casting weapons and exploring mine veins, and they love this industry deeply. They will come from the mountains. Dig out the ore, make it into a standard weapon, and return it to other races in exchange for food and the necessities of life.

To be honest, the dwarves are very conservative, much more conservative than the gypsies on earth.Those gypsies on the earth used to be synonymous with astrologers, dancing girls, thieves, and prostitutes, and they traveled around the world in carriages with luggage.Today, many gypsies have lived in cities and changed their lives.The dwarves can't do it. They are more stubborn and conservative, thinking that this kind of life is what they need, and they don't want to change anything. "

If you want to change, you must first have the idea of ​​​​changing, and then you can really change.

The dwarves themselves don't want to change. What can others say when they spend three days fishing and two days sifting nets.

Does Odin lack wisdom, no, but he is still powerless.

This is the nature of a race, and unless the dwarves are oppressed to the point of perishing if they don't change, they don't bother to change it.

After all, such days are difficult in Wu Ming's eyes, but they are used to it for dwarves, who think that they are not poor when they have beer.

You said you have no clothes to wear, haha, the dwarves don't care about their appearance, and wearing gorgeous clothes in front of the stove is not what a blacksmith should look like.

Just look at the dwarves around them. They have dark teeth, smell of sulfur on their bodies, and their long hair is tied into a small braid at the back of their heads. They look very barbaric at first glance.

Moreover, long-term dealing with ore and stoves has made these dwarves very muscular. It is no problem to put on thick armor, pick up a double-sided giant axe, and send them directly to the battlefield.

"What is this cold fruit? It tastes really good." The thumb-sized blue fruit is sour and sweet when eaten with cream, and there is a refreshing taste in the taste buds.Wu Ming nodded in satisfaction, ate a few more with a fork, and drank a sip of golden rum from time to time, lamenting that this is really a good news for foodies.

Thor ate the lamb chops, but couldn't tell the origin of this thing, and said vaguely: "This is a specialty of the elves. The dwarves specially exchanged it for slaughtering fat sheep. This plate of cold fruits can be exchanged for a A good pair of half body armor is much more expensive than a steak."

The half body armor produced by the dwarves is a hot commodity no matter where it is placed in the nine kingdoms of God's Domain.

Hearing that the price of this thing is so high, Wu Ming inevitably ate two more bites, and then asked: "Who is the master blacksmith you brought me to find, the patriarch of the dwarves?"

"No, the patriarch of the dwarves is as busy as a bee all day long. No matter how good the forging technology is, it is useless. It is a fool to think that the patriarch of the dwarves will be the number one blacksmith of the dwarves. Come here this time, and I will take you Find a real master, you know my Thor's Hammer, this hammer was made by this master, and my father endowed it with magical power." Hearing Thor talk about Thor's Hammer, Wu Ming's eyes lit up.

It should be no problem for a master who can create an artifact to create a carrier for infinite gems.

These dwarf masters mastered the dwarves, the forging technology handed down from ancient times, and the top enchanting technology.

If these people can't do it, I'm afraid there will be no one in the galaxy. After all, forging and strength are not equated. The forging technology of the dwarves will be amazed by the gods.

"What's the name of this master, do I need to prepare anything, such as remuneration, commission and so on?" Wu Ming asked two questions in a row, not thinking that he could get something for nothing.

Many people think that it doesn't cost any money to find a dwarf master to build things with extremely rare and precious materials.

This view is wrong, and the dwarves are eager to forge artifacts and gain glory.

However, the fee for the blacksmith is also part of the honor.As for seeing rare and precious materials, the saying that two masters are scrambling to create them without paying a penny can only appear in fairy tales.

"The master's name is Gangert, a true polymath. When he was young, he traveled all over the God Realm, and even the Frost Giants regarded him as a guest. As for the remuneration, I can't tell you this, because Master Gangert has As a habit, he will ask the person who asks him to build weapons to promise him a condition." Thor's attitude became serious when he said this, and he said in a low voice: "This master is very weird, you have to be mentally prepared."

"Of course, if you gain something, you must pay!" Wu Ming nodded slightly.

(End of this chapter)