Chapter 440: Dwarf Kingdom, Melting Furnace City, Forging Master (6K)
The production of spicy strips did not take Yeats too long.
On the second day after agreeing to the Frost Wind Witch, Yeats made a bag of spicy strips with the peppers ripened by the Messenger afternoon song as raw materials, and wolve oil, bean peel, pepper, sugar cube and other ingredients, and gave them to the Frost Giant Witch to taste.
After the pickling of the legendary kitchen utensils [Ariel], Yeats' homemade spicy strips have tasted better than machine products in previous lives. Without technology, it is all magic and ruthless!
On the way afterwards, I often saw the iceberg beauty taking out a red and shiny spicy strip from her leather bag from time to time. Her two fingers were soaked in oil and chewing spicy strips in her mouth. Even though her face was so spicy that her face was red, she still didn't forget to suck her fingers again.
Out of curiosity, Gray also warned that Frost Wind Witch asked for a few spicy strips to try it out, and then was very alarmed and pestered Yeats and asked him to make a few more bags.
Xilud is not very tempted by the taste of this spicy strip - Valkyrie prefers desserts, and the cold and capable Xilude will show a hesitant expression of being reluctant to move the spoon when it comes to the cute strawberry cake.
For two days, the Frost Wind Witch had never had a regular meal. She completely regarded spicy strips as her daily diet, and her pale face that was almost icy blue gradually turned red.
Dried peppers can no longer satisfy the taste of the Frost Wind Witch. She has been immersed in the new snacks created by Yeats and cannot extricate herself from money!
While riding a snow leopard passed through a spectacular canyon, Yeats saw the Frost Wind Witch looking at the tribe in the wind and snow at the bottom of the canyon, rubbed his eyes, and then burst into tears.
Yeats looked up at the sky.
Why do Frost Wind Witch often have tears in her eyes... because she loves spicy strips deeply!
To Yeats' surprise, the female frost giant "Delilla" rescued in the frost-winged Banshee's nest before was actually a princess in the frost giant kingdom. Her father is the current king of frost giants. She was furious because her daughter was kidnapped and vowed to dig three feet into the snow mountain to find the princess, but she did not expect that her daughter would return to the territory by herself.
Delilla deliberately concealed the whereabouts of these humans because she was worried about Yeats and others, and only said that the priestess in the cold winter rescued her.
Yeats relied on the dagger token given by Delilah and was unobstructed in the Frost Giant Kingdom. No Frost Wind Witch needed to come forward. When Yeats held up the dagger to show it, the hatred in the eyes of the Frost Giant guarding was replaced by respect.
Under the instructions of the Frost Wind Witch, when the Frost Giant Guard would report to his superiors, he described Yeats and others as human slaves of the Frost Wind Witch... Although Yeats felt a little resentful, he still agreed to it considering that he could pass through the Frost Giant Country as soon as possible.
After these days of travel, the Frost Wind Witch has become much closer to Yeats and will smile from time to time... Yeats suspects that she is greedy for her spicy strips and there is full evidence!
After the Snow Leopard was promoted to the Emperor level monster, the giant wolf Fry no longer needed to suppress the speed and match the pace of the Snow Leopard. The Frost Wind Witch shared the Snow Leopard with Yeats, and everyone's speed of traveling further accelerated.
The reason why the giant wolf Fry was unwilling to let the Frost Wind Witch ride was because the original owner of the giant wolf Fry had a grudge against the Frost Giant, and it would not give the Frost Giant a good face, so the Frost Wind Witch could only ride with Yeats.
Although the Snow Leopard's body size soared after its promotion was enough to accommodate the two of them, the Frost Wind Witch and Yeats kept a safe distance.
But the Frost Wind Witch could clearly feel that Xilude and Grey would occasionally cast cold eyes on him, as if as long as they dared to cross the line and wait for him, they would only end up with the Frost Wing Queen!
The Frost Wind Witch doesn't care. She doesn't greedy for Yeats' body and will not compete with Grey and Xilude... But the spicy strips are different, this thing must be managed enough! !
Two days later.
Everyone has left the kingdom of the Snow Giant.
The Dragon Mountains are connected to another mountain range, which the local dwarves call "Finbury Mountains", named after the legendary "Finbury Winter", indicating that the mountains will always be covered with ice and snow.
The Winter of Fenbury is an important event in mythology, representing the dusk of the gods. The Fenbur Winter Club will last three consecutive winters, namely Winter of Winter, Sword of Winter, and Wolf of Winter. During this period, ice and snow blew from all directions, and countless wars were caused. The arrival of this cold winter was caused by the death of the God of Light.
As soon as the God of Light dies, not only will the dusk of the gods come, but the continent is swallowed up by winter... The importance of this god can be imagined!
"Frost-wind witch's voice was cold, and she sucked the red oil stained on her fingers, and then said: "To be more precise, the dwarves live under the ground of the Fenbur Mountains... You have to go deeper into the ground before you can officially enter their kingdom."
Yeats looked complicated and said, "Can you not eat spicy strips while explaining important things?"
The Frost Wind Witch sucked her saliva, silently took out a spicy strip from the cowhide bag, and handed it to Yeats:
"Get one?"
Yeats held her forehead and refused silently.
Grey leaned over and grabbed the spicy strips with a mouthful, and said vaguely:
"How did I hear my elders say that the dwarves live under the hot volcano? It's so cold here, it's obviously a snow-capped mountain!"
The Frost Wind Witch nodded slightly, took out a spicy strip, noticed Yeats' complicated gaze, took it in front of him, sniffed the fragrance deeply, and put it back into the cowhide bag, and said in a cold voice:
"Your elder is right, the dwarves do live under the volcano, because the Fenbur Mountains you see are essentially an active volcano with boiling earth fire and magma."
The Frost Wind Witch looks at the Fenbur Mountains with a hint of respect in her eyes.
"Their capital, called Melting Furnace City, has a rough style. It is a city built inside a volcano. If a volcano erupts one day, the entire dwarf tribe may be destroyed."
"However, they don't care about the possible disaster. They either make iron or drink heavily, or develop feelings for the domestic demon pet..."
"The word "worry in the dictionary of these dwarves is as wild as the god of flame and forging."
The Frost Wind Witch paused and said softly: "Maybe, this is also because the dwarves are descendants of the Fire God!"
The goddess of winter is a god of the Frost Giant clan. She is beautiful in ice and snow, tall and heroic.
The God of Flame represents the dwarf clan, a lame god who is obsessed with forging.
Yeats remembers that the God of Fire and his younger brother, the God of Storm, had a very bad relationship. The two brothers often fought, but the God of Storm lost more than the winner, was both naughty and playful, and wanted to prove that he was stronger than the lame brother all day long.
The wonder of the Fenbur Mountains [Hori Fire Bridge of Ice] was caused by the aftermath of the battle between the two gods.
Yeats's senses of the God of Vulcan are actually good. He is not the reckless, unrestrained and enthusiastic image of the God of Vulcan, but a lonely and delicate god.
For the sake of disabled humans, He will specially invent the furnace of fighting spirit to give those humans who cannot practice a way out, and also place his own source of power deep in the volcano, and then control the power of the volcano and protect his descendants from being swallowed by the riot magma.
Compared with this, the God of Storm seems to be a younger brother... He feels like a naughty child who wants to step on his brother's head but is often taught to be a human being.
"How can we enter the city of Melting Furnace?" Xilude pondered, "The capital of the Dwarf Kingdom will not allow humans to enter easily, right?"
Yeat was prepared and looked at the active volcano covered with ice and snow, and said:
"I have contacted a friend in advance... He will come to greet us."
"Dwarf friend?" Gray said strangely.
Before Yeats answered, the rumbling of a giant beast treading on the ground sounded at the end of the horizon.
Grey's eyes widened in surprise.
I saw a towering Tyrannosaurus King jogging all the way through the mountains, and even the earth was trembling!
And on the back of the Tyrannosaurus, he rode the inconspicuous dwarf.
The dwarf's thick beard swayed in the wind, and from a distance, he heard his laughter.
"Oh! Yeats Berlongdi, my dear friend! I miss you so much!"
Xilude vaguely felt that the dwarf looked familiar, but he couldn't remember his origin for a moment, and looked at Yeats in confusion.
Yez waved his hand in the direction of the Tyrannosaurus King, smiled, and turned to Silude and Gray and explained to him:
"Baruch Iron Beard, the master of beast taming, is also the opponent I met at the Roland Conference."
"He was very enthusiastic and said that if I came to the Dwarf Kingdom as a guest, I must contact him in advance." Yez spread his hands and said, "Then, he will really come to welcome him."
Zhiya suddenly said, "I remember that it is the beast tamer who treats dinosaurs as his family!"
Boom--
The Tyrannosaurus King came with rolling dust and stopped his footsteps dozens of meters away from Yeats. His huge eyes stared at Yeats. After seeing Yeats' face clearly, he immediately grinned in disappointment and showed a flattering smile.
The battle that day is still fresh in my memory!
"Facing with Yeats, the Tyrannosaurus King is as gentle as Hakimi!" He spoke in abstract words.
Baruch Iron Beard jumped down from the back of the Tyrannosaurus, dusted the ashes on his body, and stepped forward and chatted with Yeats enthusiastically.
"Since I lost to you in the duel, I have returned to the countryside. Now I just drink wine and have a dinosaur every day, which is quite comfortable~" Baruch smiled, "Oh by the way, I haven't had time to ask you, why are you, the noble man here?"
Yeats tells the purpose truthfully: "I want to meet the forging master, Aorong Jinbing!"
Baruch's eyes suddenly widened: "He? What a guy, he is a busy man! He is the most powerful forging master in the furnace city! Most people don't even have the qualifications to know his name!"
"Yeats, you have a good news, you have found the right way as soon as you come up!" Baruch said with his arms in his arms. "Baruch, can you recommend me?" Yeats asked.
Baruch scratched his head in distress: "I can't be sure...but I'll try... In short, I'll take you into the city first!"
"By the way, after entering the city, remember to follow me!" Baruch laughed, "The City of Melting Furnace is like a big maze, with rails and pipes everywhere, and you will get lost if you are not careful!"
According to Baruch, Melting Furnace City is located in the crater and you must take a mine cart to spiral down the cable track before you can reach it.
"The capital of our dwarves was dug out from the inside of the volcano by his own hands!" Baruke spoke with pride and took Yeats and others to look down from the edge of the crater.
In the abyss, red magma surging, and orange flames splashed. Steam gushed out from the cracks of the rock, and the cast iron plank road hovered along the inner wall of the volcano, leading to the bottom of the magma river.
Grey said astonishedly: "Aren't you afraid of being burned by magma?"
Baruch laughed: "If you lived here as soon as you were born, you will sooner or later be as used to it as we did! Besides, not all dwarves are qualified to live in the City of Melting Furnace. This is the place of favor of the God of Vulcan. Even the flames used for forging are more violent than other places!"
Rumbling—
The cast iron plank road trembled with a bang, and steam ore-loaded cars passed through the sulfur mist and disappeared under the obscurity of the lava river. Baruch pulled a bell, and an empty mine cart roared in the sound of "clang clang", and the iron wheel and the plank road rubbed into orange Mars.
"Get firmly on the handrail and go to the city in batches!" Baruch directed Yeats and others to board the two mine trucks, and then operated the grip rod on the mine truck. Yeats felt that the mine truck began to move.
"There are flame runes on this minecart, which can withstand high temperatures!" Mamen's surprise sounded, "It looks wild, there are quite a lot of small details!"
The dwarves in this world have mastered steam science, but the laws of physics are very different from Yeats's previous life. This minecart is like an integrated product of steam and runes.
"What steampunk..."
Yeats watched the mine cart whizzing past the cast iron tracks, holding the handrail tightly, feeling like he was riding a roller coaster in his previous life.
Wow—When turning about seven spiral tracks, the mine cart stopped on the other side of the magma river, and a huge furnace appeared in front of Yeats. The top of the furnace was facing the crater, and rolling black smoke gushed out.
Baruch laughed and said, "Welcome to the Melting Furnace City, my friend!"
Outside the city gate stood a huge statue. The statue was a dwarf holding a forged hammer and preparing to swing towards the anvil, with muscles rising, with a strong beauty.
Before entering the city, Yeats could already hear the sound of wrought iron.
The escort of the Furnace City is a burning colossus, made of volcanic metal. After Baruch showed a metal identity card, he made way and allowed Yeats and others to enter.
Baruch led the way in front and turned to Yeats and said: "Every household in the furnace city has wrought iron. There are more than a dozen public forgings in the square. The gas pipeline transports geothermal heat and high temperature water vapor to various urban areas... The highest urban area is where the Jinxu family stays. The magnetic field in that place is most suitable for forging. The Aorong Jinxu you are looking for is staying at the blacksmith shop on the top of the steel plank road!"
Yeat looked up and saw that the steel plank road hovering along the inner wall of the volcano to build a rough urban area. The rune pillars of the Golden Beard Family's emblem stand majestic, and several dwarves are waving their hammers beside the rune pillar.
"Where have the weapons forged in the furnace city usually gone?" Yeats couldn't help asking.
"Most of them were scrapped, thrown into the magma and melted, and a small part of them fell on the mainland." Baruch rubbed his wine groove, "We wrought iron not to make money... Interest is the most important thing!"
"What a silly!"
No mistake, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one bar, one bar!
Capitalist Mamen scoffed at Baruch's point of view.
"How many copper coins can interest be worth? Gold coins! My gold coins are the most important!"
Yeats was in a delicate mood.
It must be you, little greedy cat Mamen!
The Frost Wind Witch is very unaccustomed to the environment of the Melting Furnace City and looks ugly. Yeats asked Snow Owl to take her to the outside of the city first to wait, and she climbed the steel plank road with Grey and Silude.
The steel plank road creaked, and hot air gushed out from the cracks in the iron sheet. Yeats looked down and looked down at the magma river flowing under her feet. Suddenly, she felt her hand being held.
"I won't be afraid if I hold on." Xilude said calmly with his hand tightly.
Yeats said in silence: "I'm not afraid of falling..."
"I'm afraid!" Gray's face changed slightly, and he followed Yeats tightly, calling softly, "Yeats, give me your hand!"
Standing on Yeats' shoulder, staring at the scene of the three of them holding hands through the plank road, and sighed helplessly: "What a stingy in-laws!"
Arriving at the main urban area behind the plank road, a dark gray blacksmith shop came into view, and the bear leather curtain was open, and a crisp sound of wrought iron came from it.
"Huo, your luck is so good! Master Aorong is here today!"
Baruch didn't say nonsense, and led Yeats into the blacksmith shop and said carelessly:
"Aorong Jinhou! I'm bringing the guests!"
Dang, Dang!
The sound of wrought iron that was not too fast and slow echoed in the blacksmith shop.
Under the obsidian dome, an old dwarf with long beards hanging down was forging a burning red sword embryo.
The anvil seems to be carved from solidified magma. Every time it is forged, a flame butterfly flew out of the anvil and penetrated into the sword body, forming a flowing and shining flame pattern.
Yez stared at his forging, and a hint of surprise flashed in his heart. This was definitely a master-level attainment, perfectly combining the two powers of metal and runes!
Aorong Jinhou, who appeared in the plot, is the strongest officially certified forged master and has professional ethics. It is most appropriate for him to recast the Nibelon root ring!
When thinking about this, Yeats' expression became a little solemn, and he waited patiently for the old dwarf to complete the forging.
However.
The old dwarf didn't raise his head and said hoarsely:
"No."
"He is Yeats! You should know him, Moonlight God chose!" Baruch said anxiously. "I've said nothing." The old dwarf was stiff and clamped the sword embryo with iron pliers, put it in cold water, and made a whisper.
Baruch wiped the condensation from his beard, looked at Yeats with a wry smile, and spread his hands.
This is not a solution... Yeats thought about it, decided to take out his killer weapon that had been prepared long ago, and took a step forward and said: "Master Aorong, I have prepared fine wine for you as a gift for the meeting."
The old dwarf didn't raise his eyelids, as if he couldn't hear Yeats' words at all. "It's a fine wine that is a hundred times richer than dwarf spirits."
Yeats took out the cowhide bag and pulled out the plug. A mellow fragrance suddenly spread out in the hot blacksmith shop.
The old dwarf's wrinkled face trembled undetectably, and he still lowered his eyes and forged the sword embryo again.
Yez smiled and said, "Senior, you can taste it... Even the honey wine of Helende, the legendary goat, is not as good as my homemade wine!"
The old dwarf had an emotional fluctuation for the first time. He raised his muddy gaze, stared at Yez carefully, and said slowly:
"What qualifications do you have to say that your private brew is more delicious than Helende's honey wine?"
"You should have heard of the legendary kitchen utensils, [Ariniel]."
Yeats spread his palms, holding the shrinking and suspended Arriniel in his palms. It showed the shape of a brewing barrel, and a mouth-watering aroma spreads rapidly.
The moment I saw Erinel, a ray of light suddenly shot out from the old dwarf's eyes, his expression moving.
Yez said calmly:
"And I... am the food master who has obtained the inheritance of [Erenier]!"
Clang!
The old dwarf threw down the half-forged sword embryo.
Baruch was stunned and saw Orong Jinhou appearing at the tea table like a flash.
Then, Aorong Light Speed poured the Frost Thorn Barley Tea and invited Yeats to sit down. It is a ritual for dwarfs to entertain distinguished guests!
Aorong stretched out his hand and said lightly: "Dear guest, please sit down!" Baruch's mouth twitched.
Master Aorong, your arrogant master style, why can’t you hold back when you see the wine!
Aorong Jinxu was already deeply tired of the guests who came to ask him to make a move.
To this day, Master Aorong no longer accepts forging commissions from others, but only forges magical weapons for the pursuit of his inner artistic.
In Ao Rong's view, the humans who came to visit today are no different from those greedy guests!
But... then again...
The legendary thing about fine wine doesn't matter, it's mainly because I like to forge it!
Yeats was not vague, and immediately asked Aorong Jinxu to taste the private brew.
Ao Rong drank the strong wine, his eyes were red, and his drooping white beards were raised. He held it for a long time before he gasped and praised loudly: "Good wine!" "Is it so delicious?" Baruch reached out to the wine pot suspiciously, but was grabbed by Ao Rong's big hand like a big pliers.
O Rong glared at Baruch coldly, and the warning in his eyes was self-evident!
Baruch curled his lips and said, "Master, you have accepted other people's gifts and should do something!"
Ao Rong stroked his long beard, picked up the wine glass, and asked lightly: "So, what do you want me to forge? No matter what weapon it is, it is made of my hands, it is the best!"
Yezhi sat upright and said, "Master, I want to ask you to help me... recast the Nibelon root ring!"
Ao Rong almost choked to death with a sip of wine, widened his blood-covered eyes and stared at Yezhi in disbelief. "You say it again?!" "Is there any problem with the Nibelonian ring...?" Yeats said carefully.
Orong Jinhou suddenly laughed wildly, his voice filled with pride and excitement, echoing under the metal walls.
"I never thought...I didn't expect that I, Aorong Jinfeng, would have a day to recast the artifact!"
"You have prepared all the materials?" Aorong Jinfeng looked at Yeats with red eyes, breathing tightly, "Do you need me to help you find it? As long as I can be responsible for casting the Nibelon root ring, I am willing to do anything!"
Yeats was slightly stunned.
This unthinkable unfolds!
Baruch looked confused.
The greatest craftsman of the Dwarves actually turned himself into a position just to take over Yeats' commission?
Yeats, what kind of ecstasy soup did he give him!
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(This chapter ends)