After Fan Di left, Long Bufan could not wait to go to the Weapon Refining Room in the mansion to find Wu Yi and the others who were studying the Primordial Crystal Cannon. However, because it was too cold, they could not melt it into the fire. As soon as they were thrown into the fire pit, the fire inside was instantly extinguished by the cold air. Moreover, the branch was extremely hard and difficult to smelt.
After careful study by Wu Yi and the other four brothers, they found that the Icesoul Branch was formed by unusual minerals. However, Wu Yi and the others had no experience in refining such a strange object, so they did not know where to start.
However, fate was sometimes very strange. Long Bufan had always heard that the Dwarf Tribe was the best at smelting weapons in the Firmament and Continent. He heard from Anson that a strange dwarf had just opened a blacksmith shop in Stormwind City. Long Bufan, who could not wait to get a good weapon, could not help but want to pay a visit!
The next morning, Long Bufan took Anson and Xiao Bai to the south of the city. On the way, Long Bufan looked at the endless stream of people coming and going and the various hotels, restaurants, entertainment places, and other shops on both sides of the street. He could not help but feel proud.
Indeed, he was indeed worthy of being proud. In just a few months, he had built such a prosperous city area that was not inferior to other big cities. If it were anyone else, it would be difficult for them to do it so perfectly like Long Bufan. Of course, most of this was due to the enthusiastic Berserker Tribe of the Berserker Tribe.
"My Lord, we're almost there. It's just in the front, but the dwarf has a strange temper." Anson pointed to a shop on the street in front and said.
Walking to the door of the shop, Long Bufan heard the clanking of hammers inside. When he stepped in, he saw a dwarf who only reached his waist was wielding a huge hammer and hitting an iron sword that had just been picked up from the fire pit in an orderly manner.
Although it was the first time Long Bufan had seen a dwarf, he recognized him at once. The dwarf's characteristics were very obvious. He was only a little more than one meter tall, and the tallest one was no more than 1.5 meters. Moreover, this kind of body shape belonged to the kind of genetic mutation among the dwarves, which was extremely rare. He had a messy beard on his chin that connected to his temples and almost covered most of his face. The muscles of his arms were unusually well-developed and tightly stretched together, as if they had unimaginable explosive power.
The dwarf standing by the stove did not stop his work because of the arrival of Long Bufan and the others. He was still hammering on the newly formed heavy sword in his hand.
In addition, Long Bufan paid close attention to the landing point of the hammer in his hand. It was extremely fine, and the distance between the two strikes was extremely short. It was just a few strands of hair lined up side by side. It could be said that the hammer and the hammer in his hand were one. He was definitely more powerful than the human blacksmiths that Long Bufan had seen in the past.
"Uncle, we are here to …"
Long Bufan reached out his hand to stop An Sen from calling out. He watched patiently and quietly. He saw that the dwarf had a special look as he forged the sword embryo of the heavy sword and inserted it back into the hot red furnace fire.
Although he didn't know how to smelt, he knew that when forging a weapon, there must be no distraction. Otherwise, a mistake would make the smelted weapon become a defective product.
Long Bufan took advantage of his free time and casually observed this simple shop. Dozens of black iron ores were piled up in the left corner, and there were more than a dozen iron swords next to them. On the other side, there was a large pile of broken swords and swords that were not in good shape. They were probably defective products that were not successful.
On the right wall, there was a weapon rack with four or five swords on it, which were probably samples. So Long Bufan walked to the front of the weapon rack, looked at it a few times, and picked up a two-handed sword.
Long Bufan flicked the sharp body of the sword, listened to the subtle sound it made, and waved it a few more times. He nodded lightly and put the sword back in its original position. Then Long Bufan tried each sword, and he secretly praised the good swords in his heart. It seemed that the dwarf blacksmith really had superb skills.
However, Long Bufan didn't care about these. These were just iron swords, and the materials used were only human grade weapons.
Immediately, the dwarf blacksmith stopped his movements and sighed softly. Then he put the hammered iron sword into the water tank next to him. Suddenly, there was a hissing sound, and a wisp of white smoke curled up. Apparently, it was finished.
He turned around, looked up, and suspiciously looked up and down at Long Bufan and Anson.
"This is the Lord of Storm City," Anson stepped forward and introduced.
"What do you want to forge?" The dwarf blacksmith asked lazily, and his tone was no different from entertaining ordinary customers.
Long Bufan didn't mind. With a flip of his hand, he took out the Icesoul Silver Tree Branch from his storage bag. The cold aura instantly caused the temperature in the hot room to drop by a few degrees, making it a little cooler.
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