"I heard that there is a saying in the Land of the Dead south of the Kingdom of the Mountains - the waves behind the Daming River always push the waves ahead, just like the successors will always surpass the previous kings.
I originally thought that it only applied to short-lived races like humans, because they turned into loess before they had time to accumulate experience. But now I don’t think so! At your age, I was still learning from the master how to smelt meteorite! "
Hearing this, Snorri hurriedly spoke modestly and gave all the credit to the ancestral goddess. However, Master Shattered Anvil did not comment on this. In his opinion, Snorri must have excelled in order to win the favor of the goddess.
"This is Master Anvil, the president of the Blacksmith Guild. He is the most skilled blacksmith in our Mountain Kingdom, and the best blacksmith you can find in the world!" Sonia introduced Snorri. old dwarf.
"Since he became a master, he has forged three legendary weapons and countless exquisite weapons!" Just as Sonia was about to continue recounting the old dwarf's achievements, Master Anvil-Shatter spoke:
"Don't talk like that, little girl. Equipment that can become exquisite or even legendary quality is indispensable for the hard work of my colleagues in the Rune Blacksmith Guild. How can you take the credit on me? Let's get down to business! Master Snorri doesn't You have no time to chat with me, an old guy who is about to report to the ancestors and gods!"
In addition to his prowess, Snorri admired the rare humility displayed by the Anvil Master.
"Tell me about your requirements, kid. Do you want a standard weapon or a customized one?"
"I would like to have one custom made, Master!" Snorri replied.
"That's right. If you don't need customization, you can just go to that guy from Huomei. How come the Drazkrad clan in Eternal Peak doesn't have a master blacksmith?"
Then Master Anvil-Smasher shouted to the busy dwarves in the workshop: "Stop what you are doing! Boys, bring the ruler and the customization list!"
Soon a dwarf handed a form to Master Anvil, and the other two dwarves took measuring tapes and began to measure the size of Snorri's body.
Snorri watched the dwarves measure his height, waist circumference, shoulder width, etc. and couldn't help but ask: "Master, wouldn't it be enough to use a custom-made hammer to measure the arms and palms? Why do you need to measure so many things?" ?”
"Hahaha!" Master Shattered Anvil laughed happily, "Every time the fortress meets, I suggest that in addition to the miner's internship, the children should also come to the blacksmith workshop to see and learn. Making equipment is not as simple as you think! "
He picked up the pipe and took a puff, "Think about it, you can't just use your arm when swinging the hammer! It might be enough to drive nails like that, but it's not enough to hit the green skin!"
The waist and horse must be integrated into one, and the muscles of the body must be mobilized to participate in the strike. This can only be accomplished through coordination and coordination of the feet, legs, hips, waist, and shoulders. Weapons are extensions of your arms. If you want to use your fingers as flexibly as your arms, you must have a weight that matches your whole body! "
Listening to Master Anvil's explanation, Snorri couldn't help but nodded repeatedly. He was impressed by the master's professionalism.
The two dwarves responsible for the measurement were very quick. In a few words, they reported Snorri's physical data to Master Anvil. The master took out a pair of monocles from the drawer of his desk, put them on, and took them. Pick up a charcoal pen and write it down on the form.
"Are the dimensions and overall weight of the hammer handle according to my calculations?"
"That's the master of nature. I don't believe in your experience!"
"What shape do you want the hammer head to be? A ball peen hammer, a claw hammer, a cone peen hammer, or an octagonal hammer?"
Snorri pondered for a moment, "Do you have any suggestions?"
"The ball-peen hammer is evenly weighted, so it takes less effort to swing it; the claw hammer can hit the front, but the sharp corners on the back are more effective at breaking armor; there are also many people who use the cone-peen hammer, and it can knock down the greenskins and rat-men with tatters. I can't stand it at all; the octagonal hammer is the most traditional choice!"
"Let's go for the octagonal hammer!" Thinking of the Thor's hammer he saw in his previous life, Snorri made a decision.
"Well, what are the requirements for the quenching process?" Master Shattered Anvil took a few notes and then asked,
"Can the heat treatment method be customized?" Snorri asked in surprise,
"Of course, this is the specialty of my place! Specific quenching media and methods help to improve the hardness, strength and even durability of the weapon, and can also add some special effects."
"What are the options?"
"Well, my memory is bad, let me take a look," the old dwarf took out another list from the drawer while turning the charcoal in his hand.
"The ones we commonly use are divided into several categories: First, the blood of strong men of various races. Using these tempered weapons can cause additional damage to specific races. For weapons forged to liquidate the hatred of specific races, this process is very Suitable. We have the blood of dark elf warlords, the green blood of orc warlords, the tainted demonic blood of chaos champions, the blood of filthy rat leaders, basically everything you can think of is here! By the way, If you can afford the price..."
Speaking of which, the old dwarf smiled evilly, "There is a real treasure in the deepest part of our guild's warehouse, the blood of the pointy-eared Phoenix King Caledor II! How about that? Take the tempered weapon from that thing, I think just calling it 'Elf Killer' is fine!"
(A brief introduction to the hatred between elves and dwarves. Because he failed to be elected as the Phoenix King after his father's death, Malekith, the son of the first Phoenix King Aenarion, murdered the second generation Phoenix King Belshanar and split the elves. Tribe, he and his men called dark elves started a civil war with the high elves.
The two Phoenix Kings after the second Phoenix King both came from the dragon kingdom Caledor. They were the grandson and great-grandson respectively of Caledor, the high elf archmage mentioned above. The father and son were able to fight, and more importantly, the dragons had not yet fallen asleep due to climate change.
Therefore, the Dragon Prince Cavalry of the High Elves at that time was not comparable to the jokes of later generations who rode elven horses painted with dragon patterns. Under each of them was a real giant dragon. Facing the hordes of giant dragons, no matter how bloodthirsty and good at fighting Malekith and his men are, they can only retreat steadily.
In order to reverse the situation, he created a wedge by sending a small force disguised as high elves to attack the dwarf caravans and plunder the dwarves' supplies.
Regarding such a scheme, the fourth Phoenix King Caledor II was too arrogant and disdained to communicate. He ordered the beard of the envoy sent by the then High King of the Dwarves Gotrek Starbreaker to seek explanations to be cut off. This was a great insult to the dwarves and sparked a long-running war between the elves and dwarves.
Both clans suffered heavy losses in the war. Caledor II beheaded Gotrek's son, and the dwarves also killed Kar II's son and brother.
The war ended with Gotrek and Starbreaker slaying Caledor II in single combat. The Phoenix Crown, blessed by the elven gods, is still stored in the treasury of Karaz-a-Karak. )
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