Dawn of the Grey Tower

Dwarves are people who love casting. You can see all kinds of dwarves all over the world. Some of them are united to form a ruling kingdom or even an empire; some are like a nomadic tribe, and they are isolated and isolated; some are warlike and bloodthirsty, keen to participate in every war; others do n’t care about the world at all. For other things, I only hope to mine better ore, and greedily dig for the gift of the earth. But no matter which of these dwarves you meet, you will find their passion for forging out of their bones.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this love that the best of these children of the mountains have received some kind of "blessing". It is said that this blessing comes from the dwarf **** of forging, their father, and his reward for the most outstanding craftsmen. Those dwarves enough to be masters in their lifetimes, often at their peak, will be called. This call does not exist but it does exist. It guides the dwarves to start a casting at a certain point in time. . And the finished product cast this time will surely become the pinnacle of all their works.

Only those craftsmen who are also masters among the same race are eligible to be inspired. The works they create under the inspiration are often handed over to others. But when the master recognized by the founder dies, the dwarves of his family will come to take back the item and worship it in the family's spiritual temple as a symbol of commemoration and family history. Of course, these works are mostly weapons, which also makes the lost dwarven spirit temple a treasure trove of countless adventurers.

It is the glory of all dwarf artisans to be inspired. But it is also the most feared thing for many craftsmen. They all hope that this appeal will come later, and even better when they are about to hold the forging hammer. Because, as a creator, if you create a work in the middle of your creative life that can't be surpassed in this life, then you have to wait for the rest of your life. The peak works of many dwarf craftsmen are also their final works. After completing this ultimate work, they have lost the passion for continued creation.

Andrei doesn't care what he will do in the future, it is beyond his expectation to get inspired. Compared with his compatriots who were devoted to forging, Andre knew that his energy had not been focused on the furnace for a long time, and he had made plans for the obscurity of forging in this life. It was the timing of the call and the time indicated by him that really dissatisfied Grandma Hammer.

Generally speaking, the dwarf who gets inspired will have a year or more to prepare his work. They will come up with the best materials they can think of through various means, and carefully set up forging workshops to improve the quality of their works. Andre ’s time is only a few hours. Putting such a short period of time will make any dwarf crazy, not to mention the current melting iron city collapse, the entire territory is a waste, not to mention the materials and workshops, just to find the equipment needed for forging is a problem.

Fortunately, molten iron is a city built by dwarves after all. While it still exists, the number of blacksmiths in this city far exceeds that of other parts of the kingdom. At this time, when he heard that the Grand Duke was about to start forging, the survivors with relevant knowledge immediately began to act. They did not fear the unusual threats in the ruins, and picked up usable items from the rubble. Other people were also affected. The leaders of the Hammer spontaneously donated the best metal from their body to their lord, who brought them out of the ruins.

The elves and the army from the king capital looked at these molten iron men with puzzled eyes, looked at them in ragged clothes but full of energy, and watched them use their hands and simple tools to pry the rock to pick the debris below. Even some people did not rush to identify their identities after turning over the body of the companion in the ruins. They just used simple etiquette to salute the deceased and began to check if there was anything in the body that could be useful.

The soldiers under Atticus wanted to stop them, they thought it was irrational. Just because Duke Hammer wanted to cast something, his only remaining people would have to fight for life and search for materials in such a harsh environment. But the Iron Knight stopped them, because he could see the things in the eyes of the molten iron man, it was a hot emotion, it was not negative. The Cavaliers had a hunch that when Andre completed his work, the pain that this tragedy left in the hearts of the survivors would disappear.

"Do you need my help? Madam." A young soldier couldn't stand it anymore. He put down his arms and climbed up to the ruins, making a request to an old woman for help.

But the old woman didn't respond to him, she just shook her head gently, and continued to stubbornly move the large wall in front of her. The same thing happened not only here, more and more soldiers and even elves were attracted by the spirit of the molten iron man. But no matter how humble their words, no survivor accepts their help. The leaders of the Hammer Hammer do not need help. They are as stubborn and ignorant as their dwarf lords. They do not need sympathy and pity.

When the evening sun enveloped the ruins of the city, an open-air forge was set up. Heather selected from the tools provided by the leaders to fit the short figure and put them neatly on the iron felt. Then the knight of the Knights of the Hammer took off the family emblem on his chest and threw it into the box beside it. There were all kinds of carefully selected metal products that were wiped clean, and they will be together when the furnace is lit. Pour into it and become the raw material for the Duke's casting.

The strong men cut the fuel wood from the forest ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ The women picked up the dry leaves and branches as the blaze. Eventually, when the sun's brilliance disappeared below the horizon, an orange-red flame ignited in the forge. It was lit with ten bonfires surrounding it. The dwarf took off the bearskin cloak and the aristocratic clothing on his body, and put on a black apron to tie his hair. He walked slowly to the campfire, where all the survivors were sitting beside the fire.

"You have helped me enough, and then let me come alone." Andre said to the blacksmiths who wanted to help him work. This work is destined to be completed by himself.

"Boom!" As the dwarf poured the first box of raw materials into the furnace, violent heat soared into the sky, and a large number of Mars surrounded Andre like a goblin.

"Buzz!" The bellows was pulled in the hands of Duke Hammer, stirring more air into the forging furnace to further increase the heat. It also sounded the prologue for a requiem for fire and iron.

Mulros looked at the fire in the distance outside the barracks, and the intense light reflected his half-red. His hand grabbed his weapon, a prism named Hate Seed, without knowing what he was thinking. "It's also a weapon made with the remains of the dead. The dwarf will create something completely different from your hands." Green Staff, the elf elder holding the iconic hip flask in his hand, smiled in his eyes Come over and say.

"No matter how different it is, it will make people bleed, and blood will bring hatred. I don't think there is any difference." The elf general snorted coldly and said.

"Oh? How do you know he must be a weapon?" Atwood asked with interest.

Mallows turned to face the elder, and after a while, Shen Sheng returned to the barracks.

"Can steel be made into other things in this world?"