Extraordinary Bloodline Integration Chapter 77

In fact, just as you can clearly feel how strong the enemy is during a battle, you can tell from various places in a blacksmith shop whether the shop sells good weapons or gorgeous decorations that are simply cheating money.

There are not many blacksmith shops in Fairhaven. Mo Cheng walked along the road and saw a blacksmith shop called [Flame and Ale]. The owner of the shop is a dwarf. When Mo Cheng saw the dwarf wielding a sledgehammer that was half his height, he had already set his target here.

The usual facial feature of dwarves is a beard covering half of the face. It is said that there are no women in the dwarf race, and it is not known whether it is because women also have beards that they are considered men.

To a certain extent, dwarves are natural forgers. They can naturally tell how to match the ore to achieve the greatest effect. In terms of ore material matching, they are far better than humans. And this talent, as well as dwarves who are naturally compatible with elements such as [earth], [thunder], and [flame], can rub 90% of humans on the ground in terms of forging.

The number of dwarves is not large, and they are not as productive as humans, but no one dares to underestimate the power of dwarves. Among the mountains of the Dragon's Breath Mountain Range, there is a dwarf kingdom, which is jointly governed by the dwarf king and the gold, silver, copper, and iron four hammer clans.

The dwarf kingdom is not exclusive, and even holds a grand forging ceremony every three years, and welcomes forgers from all over the world to discuss and research together.

In addition to the coveted forging technology, the dwarf kingdom also has armed forces that can deter others from prying eyes. The heavy dwarf legion is an infantry legion that can head-to-head in the plains and overthrow the heavy cavalry.

No one dared to charge the dwarf army with the cavalry, and return with a full army after charging once.

After most of them rushed once, they never came back.

Although the fire in the store was raging and the heat wave was pressing, the rest of the store was surprisingly clean and simple, not as black and ashes as imagined.

"What are you going to do?"

Seeing Mo Cheng come in, the dwarf didn't say hello, and continued to add firewood to the stove without looking back.

"Two daggers, the main material is the teeth of the steel storm wolf king. If possible, I hope to customize the attributes [armor break] and [bleeding]."

Putting the steel storm wolf king's teeth on the table, the dwarf looked back, picked up one and tapped it twice, "It has passed the active period, but it is well preserved, the nutrition of the wolf king is also good, and there is no broken tooth Tooth decay."

After testing the materials provided by Mo Cheng, the dwarf nodded, "[Sunder Armor] is no problem, [Bleeding] depends on the situation, I don't guarantee it. I will pick it up in three days and pay depending on the quality of the final product. Is it acceptable? ?”

Mo Cheng nodded, "No problem, and don't put special labels on the dagger, don't use visible skills, and don't record it."

The dwarf was not surprised by Mo Cheng's request, "Add 20% to the price of the finished product, and you won't recognize it when you leave the house. There will be no after-sales service, and the money will be settled in person. Do you accept it?"

"no problem."

Naturally, it is accepted, the price and conditions are in accordance with the existing practice, and Mo Cheng will not make himself a special case.

Dwarves have the habit of labeling their works and keeping records. But there are always some customers who require confidentiality. Not only can there be no labels, but it is best not to have records.

The dwarves naturally disagreed at first, after all, the dwarves had the final say in the seller's market. But until the dwarves have lived in other race cities for a long time, they must be integrated into it, so there are just regulations.

Some unscrupulous people follow the unspoken rules when they find someone to make items.

After collecting the deposit of 100 gold griffins paid by Mo Cheng and the teeth of the steel storm wolf king, the dwarf shopkeeper had no intention of greeting him, and continued to adjust the size and structure of the stove. Obviously, he was not satisfied with his stove and needed to Adjustment.

Just as Mo Cheng was about to leave, a tall figure came to the door, "Hello, can I trouble you to look at this sword for me?"

Mo Cheng was taken aback by the familiar voice, and looked towards the door in surprise, "Captain Margaret?!"

It was the head of the Law Enforcement Corps, Margaret Lauren Frost, who entered.

She was surprised, as if seeing Mo Cheng here also surprised her, "Master Mo Cheng, why are you here?"

"It just happened to be here for something."

Mo Cheng didn't directly say what he wanted to do, and Margaret didn't bother to ask, but just handed the one-handed sword in her hand to the dwarf store manager who came over.

"Clang!"

As if the long sword was drawn out, a small whirlwind rolled up in the shop, and at the same time, Mo Cheng could feel a sharpness that could cut his own dragon scales.

only…

Mo Cheng frowned, he didn't know why the sharpness and whirlwind gave him a strange feeling.

An indescribable feeling, but this feeling is telling himself that although this sword is sharp enough to cut his own dragon scales, it cannot hurt himself.

When the dwarf store manager completely pulled out the one-handed sword, Mo Cheng finally knew where his feeling came from.

Fragile, fragile.

This is Mo Cheng's only impression ~www.mtlnovel.com~ The verdant sword body is entwined with the light wind, but the light wind is scattered but not gathered, and blows towards the surroundings indiscriminately. The sword body is full of cracks, making people wonder what the sword has endured to become like this.

The dwarf store manager put the sword in front of his eyes, being careful not to touch the part of the sword that had begun to crack, and at the same time sprinkled a handful of powder on the sword, so that the scattered breeze would follow the original trajectory.

"Which term? How many times?"

The dwarf store manager asked abruptly, and Margaret answered the dwarf store manager's question as expected: "Twelve terms, fifth time."

"It can't be repaired." Inserting the one-handed sword back into the scabbard, the dwarf store manager's eyes that were not covered by the beard were full of helplessness, "Even if I let my teacher come, he won't be very sure, this sword has been passed down too many times, Failed too many times."

"It hasn't self-destructed until now, because it has used a lot of materials to make up for maintenance. This is the last time. It's hard to say whether this sword can last until the end."

Mo Cheng watched quietly from the side without saying a word. He didn't expect to see an epic weapon here, although it was just a [semi-epic weapon] that hadn't been fully advanced, got stuck and had cracks all over his body due to too many failures.

When he was in [Foreign Land], Mo Cheng often drooled over those weapons and equipment that looked cool and had stronger attributes and skills.

But youthful and ignorant behavior will always affect the future growth. Back then, the [Poverty Oath] was a hit, but as a result, I basically didn't see any good equipment on my body. Not to mention the equipment, there are not even many valuable and useful props.

Fighting with people in the wild, others pouring BUFF medicine to increase their strength, but I can only use my hands to punch through those **** who show off their wealth.

Chapter end