"So it's the Dwarves."
Even though he had seen a dwarf for the first time, Lin Hao still instantly recognized his strange physical features.
According to the rumors, the Dwarf race had a unique skill and interest in smithing, and almost every Dwarf knew the art of forging.
The vast majority of the weapons in the Cangdao Continent came from the hands of the Dwarves.
At this moment, the dwarf blacksmith didn't stop his work because of Lin Hao's arrival.
He was still swinging the hammer with his amazing arm strength, smashing the newly formed sword embryo one after another.
Lin Hao didn't make a sound to disturb him either, watching quietly with extreme patience.
Although he didn't know how to smelt, Lin Hao roughly understood that in the process of casting weapons, especially this kind of stereotyped weapon, there absolutely couldn't be any mistakes.
Otherwise, it would just be a subpar handful.
Lin Hao had nothing to do, his eyes casually looking around, observing this humble smithy.
At the corner of the wall, there were dozens of black basalt ores piled up, with a dozen iron swords standing upside down next to them.
And beside it, lay a large pile of broken swords as well as roughly shaped sword embryos.
Obviously all of them are unsuccessful and subpar.
It was obvious that this Dwarven blacksmith was extremely particular about forging swords.
On the more open area on the left side, there was a weapon rack with seven or eight swords, which were supposed to be samples.
So Lin Hao walked forward, borrowed the vision of a kung fu fly and took a few careful looks before picking up a long sword.
Ding-!
Lin Hao's finger flicked the sharp sword, and a subtle sound came out.
Casually, he swung it a few times, and due to the lightness of the blade, the sharp swooshing sound was as if the air was being torn apart.
"Good sword."
Lin Hao nodded secretly, so he put the longsword back into its original position.
And this time, the pounding faded, and the dwarven blacksmith finally stopped moving.
He let out a light breath, then took the iron sword that had been cast into shape and placed it into the tank.
All of a sudden, only a 'hissing' sound was heard, the water in the tank violently churned, and white smoke rose, apparently it was finished.
"Good patience, young man."
The dwarf blacksmith raised his eyes to Lin Hao and let out a deep laugh.
"You have a work ethic, and you're quite serious about it." Lin Hao smiled lightly.
"What weapon do you need to build? Do the materials come with you?"
The Dwarf Blacksmith did not beat around the bush and asked directly.
"No material."
Lin Hao shook his head and said, "I want to cast a set of arms for my pet."
At that, the Dwarf Blacksmith asked in a gruff voice, "For what pet?"
"Flies ...," Lin Hao said stiffly.
This pet might be called a psychopath for saying it, but there was nothing he could do about it.
As expected, when the dwarf blacksmith heard that the pet was a fly, he was stunned.
"You're casting equipment for a fly?!"
He stared at Lin Hao with a surprised gaze, thinking that he had misheard him.
"Yes, that's it."
Lin Hao nodded, then stretched out a finger.
The kung fu fly immediately flew up from his shoulder and landed on top of his fingertips.
"And if you can, get me another pet, too, a set of defensive armor."
As the voice fell, the tarantula drilled out of the pocket and climbed onto Lin Hao's shoulder.
Seeing this scene, the Dwarf Blacksmith's face shifted, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, as if he was trying his best to suppress the impulse to explode his foul mouth.
If Lin Hao didn't look like he wasn't joking, as well as his patient waiting attitude when he was casting the weapon just now, I'm afraid he would have blown him out long ago.
"This kind of small animal, even if we could cast equipment for them, with the weight of Xuan Iron, that small body wouldn't be able to withstand it at all."
The Dwarf Blacksmith frowned slightly and politely declined, "So, no need to waste time and money."
Lin Hao smiled lightly, "Don't worry, these two pets of mine are small, but they are not any ordinary animals."
After saying that, Kung Fu Little Fly violently swept out, and in the blink of an eye, he flew to the stove, clawed and clasped the huge hammer, and directly lifted it up.
What!
The Dwarf Blacksmith blushed profusely.
He knew very well that the material of this hammer was cast from fine iron, and the weight was extremely heavy, weighing two hundred pounds.
It's not that easy for an ordinary person to lift it up.
Not to mention a tiny fly that would have to be crushed to death by the slightest release!
However, this scene right now completely subverted all of the Dwarf Blacksmith's previous perceptions.
This shock, before it dissipated, only to see the tarantula suddenly shoot out a spider silk.
It instantly wrapped around a piece of basalt ore, and Hercule ripped it over, not even breaking the spider silk.
Hiss-!
The dwarven blacksmith couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.
This is not a small animal, that power is no different from a fierce beast!
The Dwarf Blacksmith was secretly surprised, his eyes filled with shock.
The fly lifts the hammer and the spider drags the iron sword.
Such a strange scene, never seen before!
"If you don't think these two pets of mine, can hold up the equipment, I have nothing to say."
Looking at the stunned dwarf blacksmith, Lin Hao said indifferently.
At those words, the dwarf blacksmith slowed down, stared at Lin Hao, and said in surprise, "You're a beast tamer?"
Lin Hao was slightly stunned, then nodded, "Sort of."
"Okay, I'll tailor both of your pets."
The dwarven blacksmith grinned, his tone seeming somewhat exuberant.
Originally, it was thought that the pets Lin Hao was talking about were nothing more than animals like cats and dogs.
I didn't realize it was such an odd little guy.
In his decades of smithing, he had never cast equipment for animals as small as flies and spiders, which could be considered a challenge.
The dwarven blacksmith was clearly quite excited and looking forward to the challenge of the new field.
"How long will it take to cast these equipments, may I ask?" Lin Hao inquired.
After all, it was going to come in handy tomorrow night, and if the time could be sped up, even doubling the price would not be a problem.
However, this idea, Lin Hao wouldn't be stupid enough to say it.
"Take the measurements and it will be finished tomorrow."
The dwarven blacksmith said as he took out a soft ruler of the finest quality from an iron box.
Lin Hao lightly nodded his head down, the timing was just right.
And then, at Lin Hao's command, the kung fu flies and tarantulas lay quietly on the table, at the mercy of the dwarf blacksmith.
After carefully measuring the dimensions, the Dwarf Blacksmith lifted his head, his gaze turned to Lin Hao, and asked, "What kind of materials are needed for casting equipment?"
Lin Hao didn't know much about minerals and other stuff, and said bluntly, "The best."
The Dwarf Blacksmith was straightforward and took out a piece of dark red iron, about the size of an egg.
"You're in luck, I still have a piece of Lava Essence Iron left here, which is more than enough for casting two pets' equipment."
The dwarf blacksmith seemed to see that Lin Hao was a layman, and slightly explained the material properties of lava fine iron.
It was a mineral from underground magma, extremely resistant to high temperatures and strong.
The vast majority of weapons forged from it would transcend the human rank and be classified as earth rank treasures.
However, because of the difficult mining process and the scarcity of production, it has always been expensive.