Snorri nodded. He stood up and called the guards outside the door. Soon, the anvil guards who were undergoing daily training separated into five people. They were together with the four guards brought by Aunt Sonia. Protecting the aunt and nephew, they walked out of the clan area.
Because the underground magma is also needed as a heat source, the blacksmith's guild and the rune blacksmith's guild are located on the lower level of the mountain fort.
Through the winding corridors and downward elevators, the group gradually went deeper. As the temperature gradually rose and the clanking sound of the forging hammer hitting the steel became clearer, Snorri knew that the blacksmith's guild was approaching.
After a while, his eyes suddenly opened up, and Snorri saw a building that was even more majestic than the Rune Blacksmith Guild Hall and the hall of his own clan.
There are still two huge statues standing on both sides of the gate. On the left is the father god Granni who is in charge of mining and forging, and on the right is the ore and forging god Stemnir, the son of him and the mother goddess Varaya.
The statue of Granny is not wearing armor. He is shirtless and roaring towards the sky. He is waving a forging hammer in his right hand and holding a pair of iron pliers in his left hand. The statue of Stemnir is in a crouching position. Judging from his movements, he is pulling the bellows for his father.
The arched door of the guild is engraved with the blacksmith's symbol - a forging hammer and iron tongs in the shape of a cross. Therefore, it is said that this logo was personally determined and carved by Granny, and it contains infinite divine power.
Upon entering the gate, Snorri found that the layout of the hall was somewhat similar to that of the Rune Blacksmith Guild, with the magma vent in the center fanning out.
Compared to the Rune Blacksmith Guild, the number of dwarves working here is several times greater, and there are almost no free forging benches. Sonia ignored the shouts of the blacksmiths along the way to solicit business. She led a group of people straight to a workshop with a stone armor emblem printed on the door.
The young apprentice who was soliciting business at the door of the workshop saw Sonia coming and shouted into the room: "Master! Master! Someone from the clan is here!"
"Here it comes, here it comes!" Accompanied by a clanging sound, a middle-aged dwarf with a shirtless body and an apron came out. His face was flushed red by the fire. As he walked, he shook the water droplets on his hands. , obviously he came out after washing his face.
"It's you Sonia, we're old acquaintances, come in and sit down!" As he spoke, his eyes looked at Snorri behind Aunt Sonia, and then his eyes focused on Snorri's chest. on the logo.
"This must be the rumored choice for the goddess, right?" The dwarf spoke uncertainly. After receiving a positive answer, he was stunned for a moment before sighing:
"Granny taught us that if we want to do something great, we must start it when our beards just grow." He paused. "How many people haven't started yet? You have already achieved such high achievements! Dear Goddess Choice, your arrival has made my little workshop flourish! What is it..."
"Brother Humei, if you had put your talking skills into blacksmithing, you would have been elected as the vice-president of the guild long ago!" Aunt Sonia used her venomous tongue to the fullest,
She turned to Snorri, "This is the master blacksmith trained by our clan. Although he has some real skills, he can't calm down. The clan canvassed votes for him twice and failed to elect him as the vice-president of the blacksmith guild. , but the resources of many young and old are wasted! All the standard equipment in the clan is produced by him, you know him, if you plan to assemble your own army in the future, you must find him!"
Aunt Sonia chattered a lot. Not only was her talkativeness rare among female dwarves, but even male dwarves who were good at mumbling were ranked among the best. No wonder she was nicknamed the Eloquator.
"I was just talking nonsense, and I almost forgot about the real thing! The clan wants to form an anvil guard for Snorri, and there is still a shortage of ten sets of meteorite equipment. Please hurry up here!"
"Easy to say, easy to say. I will definitely help with my clan's business. It's very good, so don't worry, you two!" Master Huomei agreed repeatedly.
Seeing this, Aunt Sonia nodded with satisfaction, "Well, the old rule is that the accounts will be closed at the end of the year. You can go to work quickly. If we have other things to do, don't disturb us!" The words of Master Fire Eyebrow echoed in the ears of the group. "Apprentices, light up the fire! Come to work!" The shout left the workshop and continued to walk towards the deepest part of the hall.
After passing several independent workshops of master blacksmiths, Snorri had a deep understanding of the prosperity of the blacksmith guild.
Sonia stopped in front of the deepest workshop, "Excuse me, please tell me that people from the Drazkrad clan want to see you!" She said to the greeter sitting at the door.
Snorri judged from the calluses on his hands and his steady steps that the welcoming dwarf sitting at the door must also be a formal blacksmith with a good level.
The Shijia Clan has ruled the Eternal Peak for thousands of years, and of course they will not be turned away. Aunt Sonia's behavior was more of respect for the owner of the workshop. Soon, the welcome guest came out: "Master, please You go in, ma'am, and the guards please stay outside!"
Snorri strode in following Sonia, looking at Snorri's black beard that had just reached his chest. At first glance, the receptionist regarded him as a guard and was about to reach out to stop him, but when his eyes moved down to Snorri When he saw the emblem on his chest, even though he knew a lot of people, the welcome guest couldn't help but his eyes widened.
Inside the door is a corridor. There are many display windows on the walls of the corridor. Various weapons and equipment are displayed inside. Some have prices marked below, and others have the words customized by a certain clan. Through several The price of ten or one hundred, Snorri judged that this number did not refer to ordinary gold coins but to oath gold. This means that these equipment bases are rare treasures.
Through the corridor is a forge, where a dozen dwarves are busy. "Master Shattered Anvil, we've brought it!" the greeter said to an old dwarf sitting in the corner.
"Little Sonia, I haven't seen you for a while. Who were you working for last time? Grim? To build a war hammer!"
"It's Gnom, Master!" Aunt Sonia reminded in a respectful tone, "I'm here this time...".
"I know, I know!" the old dwarf interrupted her, taking a puff from his pipe. "Don't think that I am deaf to what's going on outside the window because I'm old! This time I must be forging equipment for Master Snorri, the goddess chosen behind you, right?" Hearing the old dwarf calling him, Snorri stepped forward. He bowed.
Seeing him like this, the old dwarf puffed his pipe and stood up from his chair to return the salute. The light in the forge shone on his face. Snorri felt that his aura was somewhat similar to Master Cragg, but his personality was different. Noticeably much milder.
Master Shattered Anvil seemed to have shrunk in stature due to his age. He looked up at Snorri and said: "The Chosen One of the Ancestor Goddess, the youngest Rune Master, your name has been rubbing my ears in the past two days. Come out of the cocoon!"
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