Broad World

In the early morning, when the first ray of sun broke through the sky and brought light to the world again, most of the residents of Ascatla had already woken up and started their day's work. The atmosphere of the capital of gold coins abhors laziness, especially in the busy docks, where there is no sleep for almost 24 hours, and a large number of poor civilians sell their physical strength here in exchange for rewards.

　　 Of course, where there is interest, there are shadow thieves. This is something the whole Amn knows. As the most important unloading location in the entire wharf area, it is also controlled by shadow thieves. Every coolie worker is under the control and management of the guild. Not only must they turn in one-third of their income, but they must also help pay attention to the troubles, otherwise they will Don't even think about asking for life here.

　　 But all this has changed a bit since Henry took over McWah’s site...

Obviously, this not only removes the heavy burden on the workers, but also transforms them into vested interest groups, transforming them from the previous hostility to the present active cooperation, and it didn’t take long for more than 70% of the coolies. Attracted.

　　 It can be seen from the number of goods being moved on the wharf. The warehouse on the bloodhead side is not even half full, and the warehouse on Henry’s side has long been full, and there are even two new warehouses under construction. With such a big gap, if it were not for the upper-level urges repeatedly, no trouble should be allowed. I'm afraid the blood has flowed into a river long ago.

　　 As a well-known criminal organization on the West Coast. The Shadow Thieves Guild could not be so famous today by talking about it. It was built a little bit in the underground war, and the countless corpses thrown into the sea and rivers reminded everyone of the fate of opposing them.

　　 But this set of threats and intimidation methods can be used against ordinary people. Once the other party's background is too big, the shadow thief will tend to negotiate and compromise. Since the blood head has seen the report on the annihilation of vampires, he has never made any small moves, and he also asked Akanis to warn all his subordinates that provocative actions are not allowed, otherwise they will be dealt with seriously immediately. Shao Ren paid a heavy price for this. For example, the current manager of the wharf area.

Blowing the salty and wet sea breeze, the old Willie who was in charge of half of the berth's "business" spit out and cursed: "Bah! Damn it! If this continues, our workers will run out in two months. It’s time. Maybe it’s time to take some action to re-establish the prestige of our site."

　　 "But... But there was a severe warning from above that if we start a fight in private, Akanis will kill us." A big-waisted thug shrinks his neck in fear.

　　As the most powerful legendary thief in Ascatla, Akanis shocked everyone who dared to break the rules. Even the most rampant guy will tremble involuntarily when he hears his name, for fear that he will be killed in an inconspicuous corner if he is not careful.

　　 "Idiot, I didn't say I'm going to do something with those guys opposite." The scar on Old Willie's face twitched, and a vicious look appeared in his eyes. "How about we threaten the families of those workers? Just clean up a few thorns. They dare not run to the other side, so they don't have to worry about no one working."

The thugs couldn't help but shuddered and reminded in a low voice: "Boss. I advise you not to do this. Those guys have recently joined an organization called the "Mutual Aid Society". It is said that the number has exceeded 4,000, and it is still fast. If it grows stronger, one might cause big troubles."

　　 "Mutual Aid Association? What is it? A group of poor ghosts still want to turn the sky over!" Old Willie glared fiercely.

He didn't think there was any power for a group of poor ghosts who couldn't even afford weapons, so he ordered without hesitation: "Now go and arrest the families of those workers who are planning to defect, and wait for it after dark. All people are executed collectively, let everyone see the fate of rebelling against us."

　　 "Well, you are the boss, you have the final say, but don't blame me for not reminding you when something happens in the future." The five big and three rough thugs shrugged their shoulders, and took a dozen people directly to leave the dock and walk towards the slums.

Henry, who was standing not far away, saw all this in his eyes, then showed a sneer, and muttered to himself: "Interesting, it seems that Naria is progressing so fast that he has reached out to the shadow thief's territory. I really don’t know whether she should be praised for her bravery and fearlessness or stupidity. Forget it, let’s go to the Shadow Thief headquarters and say hello to Bloodhead, the province won’t end up in the end.

　　 After speaking, he tightened his hood, and walked directly towards Cromwell's forge.

　　 Henry is very clear that this is not just an indifferent battle for control of the dock, but the status quo of the two underground forces after the division of the site. After Robert's rectification, although some small theft and narcotics businesses have been stopped, the overall strength has not only not declined, but has improved.

　　 He can even imagine how sad Bloodhead has been in recent days. If he doesn't introduce a profitable business to the other party, then this ally will probably be unable to hold it.

　　 Cromwell’s blacksmith shop is located on the east side of the dock area, next to the smelly sea. It is hard to imagine that a famous dwarf blacksmith would choose to settle in such a place. With his wealth, he can move into the most expensive administrative area or temple to enjoy a luxurious and comfortable life.

　　 But this Cromwell has been living here for a long time, with the stove and anvil every day, without feeling dull and boring at all. Perhaps this is what people say that persistence has nothing to do with character, fame and wealth. For him, perhaps hitting the iron is the happiest thing in his life.

　　 You must know that after obtaining a lot of money, fame, and status, most people will quickly forget everything and completely fall into a materialistic world and cannot extricate themselves. But there is a small part that is different. They always keep the original dream in mind and put it into practice in a lifetime.

no doubt. Such a spirit is worthy of respect. And if nothing happens. Then you can eventually become a master in a certain field, and the dwarf blacksmith who lives here is obviously such a person.

Gently pushing the door open, Henry immediately felt the hot air rushing toward his face. Cromwell was swinging a hammer by the stove and beating a red glowing sword blank. Judging from the length and appearance, it should be a sword. Long sword. After hearing the footsteps, he continued his work while shouting: "If there is something to be repaired. Put it on the table. I am very busy now."

　　 "The bones of mithril, cold iron, hill trolls, tempered with the blood of the ancient red dragon, and forged at low temperature... my goodness, you seem to be building an incredible weapon." Henry exclaimed in surprise. Although he knew when he handed the dragon blood to the dwarf in front of him that sooner or later the other party had to forge a powerful weapon or armor, he never expected the action to be so fast.

　　 Judging from the looming magical fluctuations on the sword blank, it is absolutely not trivial. It shows the characteristics of the legendary item before it is completed, because a weak consciousness has been formed in the sword body.

　　As we all know, all weapons and armors are enchanted above level 5. Most of them will have peculiar self-awareness, if they can't get their approval. Then there is no way to use the power of this weapon, let alone touch it.

Of course, not all legendary items have been so powerful since they were born. Some have experienced one or more masters and killed powerful monsters and terrifying enemies, and some have been instilled in unparalleled power of belief. Well-known is the Holy Avenger-"Casomile".

This two-handed weapon, which can only be used by paladins, was originally just an ordinary iron sword. It was held by an elderly paladin who stood up with the tyranny of the gods for a five-year-old downfall. En's six powerful and evil servants fought. After several years of chasing, six powerful tyrants were finally beheaded one by one.

After completing his revenge, the seventy-year-old man returned to the prince's side, placed the sword that killed the tyrant on the ground, and whispered: "There are countless evils in the world, and they are not far from the hearts of people... But as long as a person's heart is loyal and the path is upright, he can defeat all evil."

　　In an instant, this old sword with concealed ball gloss exuded a strong light like the sun, and it was renewed from the inside to the outside, and even the texture of it had undergone an incredible change.

　　For justice, promise, faith, and salvation, an old man in his seventies crossed more than half of Faerun and went to a strange plane, using his own actions to prove the existence of axioms in this world. His powerful thoughts reborn a worn-out iron sword. From that moment on, countless evil and fearful divine avengers were born, and in the following years, countless terrible evil forces were defeated.

　　 Obviously, Cromwell also poured some of his beliefs into his weapons during the forging process. This is a whole-hearted devotion, and some casters are even willing to tear off a part of their soul, in order to enable their name to be sung by the world along with the weapon.

　　 After all, this is the supreme honor for every blacksmith in Faerun Continent, and even death cannot make them shrink.

After hearing Henry's voice, Cromwell immediately turned his head, with a hint of surprise on his tired face: "It's you! Damn! Where have you been recently? I have been looking for you for some days~www.mtlnovel. com~ I’m out to sea, and I went to the gloomy area by the way. I just came back last night. Could you find me because you lacked some rare materials when forging?” Henry smiled and teased.

　　 "Underground?" Cromwell's eyes lit up, staring straight at Henry's dimensional bag hanging on his belt. "You must have got a lot of good things! Take them out and have a look! Maybe I can use them."

As soon as 　　's voice fell, he stretched out his dirty hands and grabbed the dimension bag. It looked like a person who was about to starve to death saw the food, and even green light appeared in his eyes.

When Henry saw this, he hurried back a few steps, stretched out his hands to block the dwarf and shouted: "Stop! Don't get closer! Don't be so anxious, relax, I will take it out, but you have to keep these hands away Point, I don't want to get this robe dirty."

　　 "What are you waiting for, take it out quickly, I can't wait to see those lovely ores and metals." Cromwell licked his lips excitedly. As a master forging, there is nothing more exciting for him than all kinds of rare materials. (To be continued...)