Perhaps, the mountain dwarf Sorak said that the ancient Dragon King was his master, Dinktyr, would definitely treat it as a joke. You should know that the reports and news of witnessing the existence of a dragon on the mainland have to be traced to at least hundreds of years ago. The dragon clan is indeed a powerful creature in this world, but now people who have witnessed the existence of a dragon are probably even rarer than the dragon slaying warriors. Many times, dragons are only found in mythological stories and poems by the poet.

But Dinktill dared not question Sorac's words at this moment, because he only witnessed a living dragon coming in front of him not long ago. It has to be said that it was the first time Dinktill saw a real dragon in his life. That majesty and overwhelming power made people feel completely desperate in an instant, and it could not breed a little resistance. Those dragon slaying heroes in the bullshit adventure novels are bragging, and the dragon is not something that can be dealt with by mortals with swords. In Dinktill's view, the majestic dragon made like white jade can only lie down and roll over to crush the entire infantry platoon!

OK! So far, Dinktill has roughly sorted out some information. Simply put, his group was beheaded by an ancient dragon king on the way to escape. Now the dragon king intends to keep all of them to serve him. As for why he chose him and his group involved some grudges about the grudges between gods, of course, these "grudges" issues are not something Dinktill is qualified to understand. In return for his service, the Dragon King gives himself and his tribe a stable and free living environment and generous rewards!

The original final destination of Dinktiel and his group was also the Western Saint Capital. It is said that there were many races, elves, orcs, and dwarves who escaped by the persecution of the Holy See. Anyway, Dinktiel was just looking for a stable and unenforceable life after going to the Saint Capital. Now the request made by the ancient Dragon King seems to be no different. Besides, Dinktiel is not stupid. Since the Dragon King can let his servants take his group to the Janod Mountains, he may not have any plans to let him go.

The consequence of rejection is probably death!

Dinktyre did not immediately reply to Sorak for the Dragon King's proposal. After all, he was just a leader who was temporarily recommended on the way to escape. He had to wait until the other dwarf companions woke up and made a discussion decision. As for Sorak, he was not dissatisfied with Dinktyre's reply, and expressed his willingness to wait until all the dwarfs woke up before discussing.

Next, Dinktill, who had eaten a lot, was preparing to visit where he was now, and walked out of the room and passed a long narrow passage. The heat suddenly made Dinktill feel like he was in a steamer. It seemed so hot that it didn't look like it was in a snow-capped mountain, right? It was a bit like the hot desert area where Philip Tok lived. Wait┉┉How could the house just now be so cool?

Sorak handed Dinktir a white emblem, and brought it with it. The original heat feeling disappeared instantly, and the temperature around it dropped to an extremely comfortable level. This emblem was worn by all craftsmen in the Forgeor Hall, mainly to avoid continuous work in high temperature environments and other conditions, which reduces the efficiency of craftsmen.

Before he could take a few more steps, the huge main hall had already appeared in front of Dinktyr's eyes. The dwarf was almost shocked by the huge building complex in front of him.

The large pool in the center was boiling with hot lava, and machines shining with magic luster were continuously extracting magma from the ground. Hundreds of tall taurens were busy, and there were several dwarves who were directing their work from time to time. The armor and weapons were neatly placed on the shelves. The sound of hammers hitting metal and grinding was endless. Dinktiel felt that his memory seemed to have returned to the days when he had built weapons in the Thunderstone tribe.

However, there is no such a majestic forging hall in the Thunderstone tribe. In comparison, the tribal forging hall that once proud of Dinktyr is like a simple small workshop.

In fact, what Dinktyr saw now is the tip of the iceberg of the entire Forging Hall. As a weapon factory that once supplied the entire White Dragon clan and friendly forces in the Dragon War, the conventional weapons workshop of the Forging Hall alone can accommodate tens of thousands of people working at the same time. In addition, the new workshop opened later to make golems and various large military equipment, the maximum limit can accommodate more than 50,000 people for production. So far, only a small part of the Forging Hall has been cleared out.

Watching the hot iron flow into the mold and the sparks generated when the hammer hits, Dinktill felt that his heart's desire for forging became difficult to suppress.

Although he was captured by humans and went to the mine to work, the dwarves' natural ability to forge Dinkty and many of his fellow tribes were escorted to workshops to forge weapons instead of digging stones in mines. However, forging during enslavement must be done according to human requirements. Every day, it is repeated to beat and make ordinary weapons, and cannot be forged with their own preferences and inspiration. It is like using a blunt stone to break a sharp sword.

"This is Mithril! There are so many." Dinktill used his rough fingers to pick up two translucent silver ores the size of a fist from the mine cart, as if he was watching the deep love.

From Sorak's mouth, Dinktyer learned that every once in a while, the Forgeor Hall will receive tasks. Just do your own things as long as you complete the rest of your work. And after completing the work, you can get points. If you finish the work, you only need to exchange them with points. And when you are lucky, the Dragon King will directly give you various rare materials, just like the dragon scales when you created a spear for Princess Luo Jie'an before.

Dragon scales! What is this? After hundreds of years of no dragon witnessing reports on the entire continent, Dragon scales have become rare things in the world, together with the dragon itself, and even vaguely surpassed Oliharkan Magic Metal. After learning that Sorac had forged an epic weapon with another tauren blacksmith, Dinktill's eyes also became respectful. For the dwarfs, the blacksmith who can forge epic weapons, even if he only made such a thing in his life, he was a respectable figure.

While Dinktyr and Sorak were still chatting, a small black man suddenly appeared in Dinktyr's eyes.

"Human!?"

Dinktill stared at the boy not far away with curious eyes. So far, Dinktill has not seen any human figures in the hall, nor know where the humans who fled with him have been brought to it. Obviously, this is a gathering place for non-humans such as elves, dwarves, taurens, etc. Dinktill even speculates that the status of humans may not be high here.

The little black boy was Feiying. He walked to a tauren craftsman and said a word briefly: "Sword?"

"It's been repaired, see how it is." The Taurus Blacksmith stopped the work in his hand and took out the Taisword that Feiying carried with him from the weapon stand beside him.

Feiying took the Taijian, which was filled with the name of sword, pulled out the blade and looked carefully at the blade shining with cold and cold light. The exquisite forged patterns were obviously made after thousands of temperings.

"How is it?" The Taurus blacksmith was very confident in his craft.

"It's better than I thought. Thank you." Feiying gently stroked the blade with her fingers. Although her tone was plain, she still revealed her praise for the forging skills of the Taurus. When Feiying's sword was broken once during the battle between the violent beasts, she was training with the Nordic god fighter Hagen in a simulated environment some time ago, and her sword was interrupted by Hagen and had to send the broken sword here again to repair it.

Holding the newly repaired love sword, Feiying was about to leave, a loud voice exploded directly in Feiying's ears.

"The little guy over there, show me the weapons in your hand┉┉┉┉Uh!"

Little man! Feiying instantly heard these three words clearly, and without thinking, he punched the person who dared to say these three words. The power of the demon monster was already attracted by the novel style of the Taidao, and Dinktill fell directly to the ground with nosebleeds.

Looking at the fallen dwarf Feiying turned around and prepared to leave: "Are you qualified to say I am a 'little guy'?"

"Wait a minute! Let me see that weapon┉┉"

"Let go!"

"Don't let it go! Let me take a look."

"I'll tell you to let go┉┉”

"Please take a look."

Dinktill, who looked like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, dragged Feiying back, and stared at the sword in Feiying's hand regardless of his bleeding nose. His eyes were reluctant to leave, as if his biological daughter was about to be taken away.

When Feiying completely lost her patience and was about to beat someone up, Sorak, who rushed over, quickly explained the misunderstanding. When Sorak was mediated by the old man, Feiying handed the Taidao in his hand to Dinktill for the sake of the "supervisor" in the Forging Hall. He held the Taidao and wiped the nosebleed, stroked the thin blade and watched the forging craftsmanship begin to comment with Sorak.

Feiying, who was bored, walked aside and pulled up the weapons on the shelf to play with it and passed the time.

Time just passes by little by little┉┉
Chapter completed!