Broad World

Seeing the dwarf forge master with green eyes in his eyes, Henry smiled helplessly and shook his head, opened the dimension bag, and began to take out the unique minerals and the things that need to be re-casted in the dark area, and soon he shook his head. The whole house is piled up full.

Ishili silver, which is almost hard to see on the surface, fine gold enchanted by dark elves with evil spells, crystals of various colors that exude brilliance, diamonds larger than human eyes, and underground gnomes dug out in the depths of the mineral veins contain the earth. The stone essence of the power, the ruby ​​condensed after the eruption of magma, in addition to the balancer's sword, the thunder hammer, the silver sword and the smashing mace that need to be recast.

It can be said that any of these things is worth a lot of money, enough to cause an uproar in the commercial city of Ascatla. Countless collectors who have thrown a lot of money can even offer sky-high prices and buy one of them as a family heirloom.

Cromwell was already enchanted at the moment, frantically grabbing pieces of metal, gems, and magic items to identify them carefully. The expression on his face was sometimes ferocious and sometimes fanatical. It took more than half an hour before he put down the things in his hands. He took a deep breath and sighed: "Praise Moradin for allowing me to see so many treasures in my lifetime, especially the warhammer, which was actually made by Yinfeng. He was the dwarf blacksmith I admired the most when I was a kid, a true Hero."

"So you must be willing to recast this powerful warhammer?" Henry asked with a smile.

"Of course, I can't wait to see how powerful this ultimate warhammer is sung by countless bards. Of course, I will help you recast those two swords." Cromwell touched densely. Said the beard. Although he looks tired, his eyes are still bright. Shining with excitement.

Henry knew it well. Dwarves are blessed with endurance. Especially when you focus on forging, you can even beat the hammer for several days without sleep, without eating or drinking. It is precisely because of such full dedication that they can create countless weapons that have been sung by the world, and some of them died at the moment the weapon was completed.

Obviously, the old dwarf in front of him has spent a lot of effort on the sword embryo placed next to the stove, and his body is very exhausted, although he is still struggling with mental support. It may take up to two to three days to escape from fainting.

In order to prevent him from overwork and death, Henry shook his head helplessly, took out a bottle of light green potion from his pocket and handed it over: "Drink it, this is a healing potion, it can greatly relieve fatigue within a day. And regain strength."

Without a word, Cromwell grabbed it and swallowed it cleanly, then licked his lips and complained: "Oh...damn it! This smell reminds me of ogre urine. It's disgusting."

Seeing that the other party drank his potion without any hesitation, a faint smile immediately appeared on Henry's face.

As the most stubborn race in the world-dwarves, once you begin to accept your kindness. Then it means he has regarded you as a friend in his heart.

A very good start, he thought so in his heart.

One minute after drinking the medicine. Cromwell immediately felt a little soreness in his muscles, followed by a warm current spreading through the blood to the whole body, and the fatigue was greatly relieved in a few seconds. He raised his head and looked at Henry with unbelievable eyes and asked: "It's incredible! What kind of potion is this, why have I never heard of it?"

"Exclusive secret recipe, and it's quite troublesome to make, don't want a second bottle, because I don't have any on hand." Heng teased in a half-joking tone.

This so-called restorative medicine, to put it bluntly, is a powerful nutrient that can quickly replenish calories and vitamins and relieve muscle fatigue.

Because the Faerun continent magical system is too developed, no one has studied the body structure of humanoids, so they don't understand the role of protein, vitamins, carbohydrates, fat, minerals, and dietary fiber, let alone nutritional balance. To this day, sailors on the voyage are still plagued by scurvy. They don't know that they can avoid similar situations by carrying some non-perishable fresh vegetables and fruits.

This is why silk, porcelain and handicrafts from Karatu are so expensive. Every time a voyage merchant ship sails, it must be equipped with enough priests and druids, otherwise it is impossible to sail for too long, otherwise the sailors will soon be rioted under the threat of disease and death, even if the entire fleet is destroyed. Not surprisingly.

"Haha! You are such a clever guy, you can see through my plan at a glance." Cromwell touched his thick beard and laughed, without any embarrassment or embarrassment.

Seeing the dwarf's bold expression, Henry smiled slightly, pointed directly at the pile of things on the ground and asked: "How long will it take to recast these weapons?"

Cromwell frowned and calculated for a long time, then raised his head and replied: "Well... there are a lot of things, especially the silver sword of the Gith Yankees. It takes a lot of time to forge. I guess it will take about two days. Right."

"Can't you hurry up?"

Seeing the war is imminent, Henry has no time to spend too long here. According to his plan, he will stay in Ascatraz for three days at most, and set off as soon as the airship from Angome Island arrives. Of course, in these three days, the divine vampire in the cemetery must be dealt with. It is impossible to wait too long for a few powerful weapons.

"Well, because you have brought so many materials, I will stay up all night tonight, and you will be able to pick up the goods tomorrow morning." Cromwell said with a ugly smile.

Henry was instantly taken aback by the seemingly loyal old dwarf, and his tone immediately improved several degrees: "Brought to you?!!! Oh... Damn, these things are not low in value, you can't take them all."

"Hahahaha! Don't worry, my friend, I don't want to embezzle it, but use it to build weapons and armors. Leave these precious materials here, and I promise you all forged things belong to you." Cromwell took his chest. The shot of the mountain sounded, and boldly made a guarantee.

"Including the sword you are forging?" Henry asked with bright eyes. He has been eyeing the weapon since he entered the house. Although he can't use it, he can still give it as a gift to his deli or his children. After all, it was a legendary sword. Believe that after the complete forging is completed, the power will not be much worse.

But Cromwell obviously didn't think so. He jumped up like a rabbit and shook his head desperately: "No. That sword won't work. I must choose a master who is worthy of it. Although I can feel your martial arts level is not low. But obviously more inclined to magic, So it’s not for you."

"That doesn't mean I can't find a better owner for it, doesn't it?" Henry's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a smirk and continued to confuse. "Think about it, you just want the name of this weapon to follow the owner to resound across the mainland. I can easily help you achieve this."

"Really?!!!" Cromwell suddenly became a little excited. "Tell me quickly, what is your plan."

Henry smiled and spread his hands: "It's very simple. As a legendary mage, I invite warriors from all over the world to come to fight. And the winner will get this powerful sword. Imagine if this news is passed on, As the forger of this weapon, are you afraid that no one will know your name?"

"Moradin is on! This is really a good idea!" Cromwell waved his fist fiercely. "Well, I agree. It's up to you to pick a master who is worthy of the long sword."

"No problem, happy cooperation." Henry said, shook the dwarf's dark dirty hand.

In any case, this legendary weapon was finally deceived. Although he promised to hold the game, he can operate in a dark box, such as letting his legendary fighters win, or incurring the winner to his own subordinates. In short. This weapon can't escape his palm.

Cromwell obviously didn't know Henry's plan at this time, and directly picked up the blade and hilt of the balancer's sword and began to heat it. Prepare to repair this relatively easiest weapon first, otherwise, with his fiery temper, he will turn his face and drive people out of his smithy.

Seeing that the dwarf started to get busy, Henry didn't intend to waste time here. He turned and left the house. When he went out, he closed the door with his hand. There was no sound in the whole process.

Walking on the streets of the dock area again, he suddenly found several young people standing in front of several huge baskets, giving out steaming black bread to the poor. Each of them wears a unique logo on their chests, like a few hands that are tightly held together. Below it is written in common language: Help the people around you who need help, and someone will help you when you need help. -Mutual Aid Association.

"I think... I now know why Naria is progressing so fast..." Henry squinted his eyes and muttered.

Obviously, this girl who is determined to change the political situation in Amn fully understands the two things that lower-class workers most urgently need, food and respect.

Of course, that slogan is also quite deceptive, and I am afraid that many enthusiastic young people can't help but join it. It’s a good idea to help the people around you who need help, and there will be people to help you when you need help. But she has forgotten one of the most important prerequisites, that is, armed forces. Look at these unarmed members, as long as one or two villains can rob them.

But Henry knew that any organization would be more or less idealistic at the beginning of its establishment. I believe that after experiencing a few bitter lessons, they will soon realize this, and then follow the designed route, step by step on the path of no return to armed riots for rights.

But before this ~www.ltnovel.com~, he still decided to protect this bud that might grow into a towering tree to prevent human damage from causing premature death.

Thinking of this, Henry showed a look of expectation on his face hidden under his hood, stepped forward and put a bag of gold coins in the basket, then turned and left.

A boy with freckles on his face hurriedly opened the purse and was instantly dazzled by the golden light. He shouted at the distant back: "Thank you! Thank you gentleman, you will be rewarded."

"Work hard, young man, this is a very promising career. I believe you can become a decisive man in the future." Henry turned around and said meaningfully, and then he quickened his pace and disappeared into the crowd. Sea.

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