Chapter 495 (1/1)
Dwarves are people who love casting, and you can see all kinds of dwarves all over the world. Some of them unite to form a ruling kingdom or even empire; some live in isolation like nomadic tribes; some are warlike and bloodthirsty, keen to participate in every war; and others are totally indifferent to other things in the world, hoping to mine better ores and greedily dig for the gifts of the earth. But no matter which one of these dwarfs you meet, you will find that they have a deep love for forging.
Perhaps it is precisely because of this love that the best of these children of mountains get some kind of ”blessing”. It is said that this blessing comes from the dwarf God of forging, their father God, who is his reward for the most outstanding craftsman. Those dwarves who are good enough to be masters will be inspired in their lifetime, often at their peak. This inspiration has no sign but does exist. It guides the dwarves to start a casting at a certain point in time. And the finished product produced this time will surely become the peak of all their works.
Only those craftsmen who are masters among their own clans are entitled to be inspired, and their works are often handed over to others for use. But when the master recognized by the foundry dies, dwarfs of his own race will come to retrieve the object and offer it to the family's spiritual temple as a symbol of remembrance and family history. Of course, most of these works are weapons, which makes the lost dwarf temple a treasure house for countless adventurers.
Being inspired is the most glorious thing for all dwarf craftsmen. But it is also the fear of many craftsmen. They all hope that the inspiration will come later, or even better when they can't hold the hammer. Because, as a creator, if you create a work that you can't surpass in your life in the middle of your career, you'll have to endure the rest of your life. Many dwarf craftsmen's peak work is also their final work. After completing this work of creation, they lost the passion to continue to create.
Andre doesn't care what he will do in the future. It is beyond his expectation to be inspired. Compared with his fellow countrymen who are devoted to forging, Andre himself knows that his energy has not been focused on the furnace for a long time, and that he has planned to be unknown in this life. It is the timing of the call and the timing of the prophecy that really dissatisfied Mr. liehammer.
Generally speaking, the inspired dwarf will have a year or more to prepare his work. They will take out the best materials they can think of through various means, and set up forging workshops carefully to improve the quality of their works. There was only a few hours left for Andre. Such a short period of time would make any dwarf crazy. What's more, now that the melting iron city is collapsing, the whole territory is in a state of waste. Let alone the materials and workshops, it is a problem to find the necessary equipment for forging.
Fortunately, molten iron, after all, was a city built by dwarves, and while it existed, there were far more blacksmiths in the city than in the rest of the kingdom. At this time, hearing that Dagong was about to start forging, those who had relevant knowledge among the survivors immediately started to act. They were not afraid of the unusual threat in the ruins, and picked up usable items from the rubble. Others were also affected, and the ringleader spontaneously donated their best metal to their Lord, who brought them out of the ruins.
The elves and the army from Wangdu looked at the molten iron men with puzzled eyes. They looked at them in rags but full of energy. They used their hands and simple tools to pry the rocks and pick up the debris under them. Even some people did not rush to identify their companions' bodies in the ruins. They just saluted the dead with simple etiquette and began to check whether there was anything on the bodies that could be used.
The soldiers under Atticus wanted to stop them, and they thought it was a senseless act. Just because big Duke liehammer wanted to cast something, his remaining leaders had to fight for life and search for materials in such a bad environment. But the iron Knight stopped them, because he could see what was in the eyes of the molten iron man. It was a burning emotion, it was not negative. The knight had a premonition that when Andrea finished his work, the pain left in the survivors' hearts would disappear.
”Can I help you? Ma'am. ” A young soldier couldn't look down. He put down his weapon, climbed up the ruins and asked an old woman for help.
But the old woman did not respond to him, just gently shook her head, and continued to move the large wall in front of her obstinately. The same thing happened not only here, more and more soldiers and even Elves were attracted by the persistent spirit of the molten iron man. But no matter how humble their words may be, none of the survivors accepted their help. The leaders of the hammers do not need help. They are as stubborn and inflexible as their dwarf Lords. They don't need compassion and pity.
As the evening sun covered the ruins of the city, an open-air forge was erected. Heather picked out the tools that fit the dwarf's size from the tools provided by his neighbors and placed them neatly on the iron felt. Then the Knight Commander of the hammer order took off his family badge on his chest and threw it into a box beside him. There were all kinds of carefully selected and cleaned metal products, which would be poured into them together and become the raw materials for the Duke to cast when the furnace was on fire.The strong men cut firewood from the forest, while the women picked up the withered leaves and branches as tinder for the fire. Finally, when the sun's glow disappeared below the horizon, an orange red flame lit up in the forge. Along with it, there are ten campfires around it. The dwarf took off his bearskin cloak and his aristocratic clothes, put on a blacksmith's apron and tied up his hair. Among them, all the survivors of the fire, sit slowly around the fire.
”You've helped me enough. Let me do it alone.” Andrea said to the blacksmiths who wanted to help him with his work. The work was destined to be done entirely by himself.
”Boom As the dwarfs put mlose outside the barracks and looked at the fire in the distance, the strong light reflected his half body red. His hand is clinging to his own weapon, which is called the edge hammer of the seed of hatred. He doesn't know what he is thinking. ”It's also a weapon made from the remains of the dead. That dwarf will make something completely different from what you have in your hands. ” Green stick, the spirit of the elderly hand holding a symbolic wine pot, drunk eyes with a smile came to say.
”No matter how different it is, it will make people bleed, and blood will bring hatred. I don't think it's any different. ” The elf general snorted coldly and said.
”Oh? How do you know it must be a weapon? ” Atwood asked with interest.
Mlose turned to face the elder, said a deep voice, and returned to the barracks.
”Can steel be made into something else in this world?”