[Character: Malengu]
[Attitude: Cautious]
[Identity: Master of the workshop]
[A powerful giant descendant who controls everything in the workshop with his craftsmanship and majesty. ]
Malengu has come to the front.
His face is full of wrinkles, his thick beard is burned by fire, and there are only two turbid balls in his eye sockets, but he is definitely not blind. On the contrary, these eyes seem to be able to directly peek into people's hearts.
"Give it to me."
Malengu was standing here, but his voice seemed to echo from the surrounding cliffs.
Ken frowned.
He seemed to be able to imagine how blacksmiths usually talk in the tinnitus of hammering.
The wooden box was handed over.
Malengu picked it up, like a drunkard in a mountain pass tavern, and pried open the wooden cover with one hand, and the iron buckle and the inner nail were forced to succumb to the strange force.
He stamped his feet, and the cliff shook off the dust.
A piece of the floor tile with complicated patterns sank, and at the same time a long black stone table rose up.
Malungu put the wooden box away, pulled the order on the lid to his hand and examined it carefully. The two white eyeballs trembled slightly, and finally reached into the box.
[Material: Thunder Rock]
[Quality: Legend]
[The stone condensed by magic contains a considerable amount of energy. ]
"They killed a dragon."
Malungu sighed, frowned and relaxed, and his rough nails scratched the stone, bursting out bursts of arcs, constantly jumping on his dark blue skin.
"Dragon?"
Ken grasped the key words and expressed his doubts.
Malungu did not answer.
He glanced at the young man, as if to confirm the relationship between him and the mysterious man, and then slowly put the stone back and took out a few black bottles inlaid with silver from it.
"A nice little gadget. Southerners are very attentive. This is the pinnacle of alchemy."
He looked at it carefully, changing his angle constantly. He seemed to care more about the craftsmanship of the container itself than the liquid inside.
[Material: Asian dragon blood]
[Quality: Treasure]
[The blood of the dragons in the mountains of Southern Xinjiang is an extremely precious consumable. ]
Ken got the answer through the notes.
Asian dragons are not rare, nor are they a specialty of the south. The monsters flying over Palotusbi basically have the blood of dragons. This creature, which likes to cultivate cross-species relationships, has left many strange offspring.
But Asian dragons with pure blood are still quite rare.
They are almost extinct. Every time they appear, they can set off a wave of enthusiasm that is no less than war. The glass bottle in front of him can actually hold Asian dragon blood. The alchemy of the Pistonk Empire is also quite top-notch.
"The thing is very good. What do you want?"
Malungu turned around.
He stood in the middle of several old furnaces, tall and strong, and just looking down could overwhelm everyone - the chanter was still slumped on the ground, his legs trembling and weak.
"A handy sword."
"Well, what did you bring?" Malengu was very calm, as if this was an equal transaction. "Let me see, the Miqiang ore produced in Norin is of good quality. Moon sap, haha, this will become quite interesting."
Ken gave the materials out.
He saw Malengu stamp his feet again, and he subconsciously took a half step back.
This huge altar-like disc is probably the grid for the craftsmen to store things. If it is accidentally bounced away, it will be interesting.
The cabinet that appeared this time was very large, stuffed with several layers of materials.
The other party picked and chose in the [Treasures] area, weighed two pieces of high-quality steel in his hands, and took a few more suitable materials.
"You smell like magic."
Malungu turned around while speaking.
He put the pile of things on the low shelf, then crossed his arms and stared at the young human and said:
"Don't waste things. Tailor-made means you have to show your foundation."
Ken narrowed his eyes. To be honest, he hesitated. The trump card was related to his life and death. If the other party was a conservative old man in the North, he might explode on the spot and crush him to death.
No doubt, no notes or reminders.
Malungu is definitely not an opponent that ordinary humans can challenge. There is a very surging power in his body.
He noticed the young man's thoughts and smiled, with ugly wrinkles.
"If you are cursed, will you hide it from the witch doctors who saved you? Don't be hypocritical, kid, you have to know that every time the day of the God Forging comes, even Furen Gandor will not hide it. I don't need to know your other means, I just need a direction."
Malungu pressed the materials and said seriously.
"Weapons have souls. You rely on them to survive, so you must at least respect them and be honest with them. Objects come into the world with a certain mission, and the blacksmith must show them the way."
"I want to know what kind of person is Frengandor?"
Ken was not in a hurry.
He had heard this name many times along the way. It was impossible for him not to be curious about the most powerful war banner in the North.
Malungu's thick and curly beard stretched out at the corners of his mouth, and he laughed loudly:
"I and the other furnace owners have used the ancient furnace. Every ten years, a powerful war banner will come to the Duwa tribe. Frengandor, he has come three times in a row, and each time he becomes more terrifying, and the blood debt he carries becomes deeper. I can't tell you about the terrifying monster, but everyone knows that he already has three artifacts in his hands and is the most legendary figure in the history of Red Maple Highlands."
Ken silently remembered it. This was a level he couldn't imagine.
Since Frengandor is willing to show it, there is no need to hide it too much. Blacksmiths should have the most basic rules.
Moreover, this power must be used in every battle.
Ken nodded calmly, then silently took off the glove on his right hand. His right arm was covered with tattoos, and the pattern was ancient and mysterious.
Malungu was knowledgeable, his turbid eyes widened, and he took two steps forward in an instant.
But before he approached to identify it carefully, a pale blue flame enveloped the altar. It seemed to be attracted by the ancient furnace around it and was more active than ever before.
The blue flame slowly shrank.
Ken stood silently in place, and under the reflection of the fire, his resolute face was full of concentration.
Malungu was suddenly startled. He realized that this power was completely attached to the young man in front of him. The flames licked the arm without causing any damage.
The sound of wind came out of nowhere in the valley.
Duwa Village was experiencing a strange phenomenon at this time. The ancient furnace in the distance was affected. Strong winds gushed out from the tall furnace, and the accumulated ash was rolled up. The entire tribe was covered in ash, and all the food on the street was destroyed.
The strange phenomenon disappeared quickly, just like a volcano sneezing.
"As you can see."
Kane put his gloves back on and looked up at the giant in front of him who was in deep thought.