Dragon Blood Devil Soldier

After Fan Di left, Long Bufan could not wait to go to the Artifact Forging Room to look for Wu Yi and the others who were researching crystal gun s, but because it was too cold, he was unable to melt it into the fire to refine it. As long as he threw it into the fire pit, the fire inside would instantly be extinguished by the cold air.    

    

After and the rest of the five brothers studied it carefully, they discovered that the inside of the Ice Soul Tree was made of an unusual mineral, but Wu Yi and the others had never refined such a strange thing before, so they didn't know where to start.    

    

However, fate was such a thing. Sometimes, it was really strange, Long Bufan had always heard that the most powerful race who forged weapons in the continent of the firmament was none other than the Dwarf. From what I heard from An Sen, Stormwind just opened a smithy owned by a dwarf with a weird temperament. Long Bufan, who was impatient to get a good weapon, couldn't help but want to pay a visit!    

    

The morning of the second day, Long Bufan brought An Sen and Little White to the south side of the city. On the way, Long Bufan looked at the bustling streets, as well as the hotels, restaurants, entertainment areas and other kinds of shops on both sides of the street.    

    

Indeed, he was worthy of being proud of. In just a few short months, he had managed to create a prosperous city that was not inferior to other big cities. If it were anyone else, it would be difficult for them to do it as perfectly as what Long Bufan had done. Of course, most of this was thanks to the berserk Tribe members from the Berserker that were brimming with enthusiasm.    

    

"Lord, we're almost there. It's in the front room, but that short guy's temper is a little weird." An Sen pointed to a shop on the street in front of them.    

    

When he walked to the entrance of the shop, Long Bufan heard the clanging of iron hammers inside, and stepped into the shop. He saw a dwarf who was swinging a huge hammer at the same time, hitting the iron sword that was just pulled out of the pit of fire.    

    

Although it was the first time Long Bufan saw a Dwarf, he was able to recognize it immediately. The Dwarf's characteristics were very obvious, it was only a little more than a meter tall, and the tallest one was not more than a meter and a half tall. His chin had a messy beard that reached his temples, covering most of his face, but the muscles in his arms were abnormally well-developed. Tightening together, it seemed to possess an unimaginable explosive force.    

    

The dwarf standing next to the stove did not stop what he was doing because of the arrival of Long Bufan and the others. He continued to strike the newly formed heavy sword in his hand with his hammer.    

    

Furthermore, Long Bufan was also looking at the location of the hammer in his hand, it was extremely fine and fine, but the distance between the hammer and the hammer was extremely short, with only a few strands of hair separating them, it could be said that the hammer in his hand was one. It was definitely stronger than any human blacksmith Long Bufan had ever seen.    

    

"Uncle, we're here ?"    

    

Long Bufan reached out his hand to stop An Sen's shouts, but he patiently watched quietly. He saw that the dwarf had specially made the heavy sword's shape into one and once again inserted it into the scorching hot fire.    

    

Although he didn't know how to forge weapons, he knew that he couldn't afford to be distracted in the slightest when forging a weapon.    

    

Taking advantage of the situation, Long Bufan casually observed the simple shop. In the left corner, there were dozens of black iron ores, and beside them, there were also a dozen iron swords. On the other side, there was a pile of broken swords, shape and the like, all piled up together.    

    

On the right side of the wall was a weapon rack with four or five swords, probably samples. Therefore, Long Bufan walked to the front of the weapon rack, looked around, and casually picked up a double-handed greatsword.    

    

Long Bufan lightly flicked the sharp blade, listening to the subtle sounds produced by the sword, and after dancing a few more times, Long Bufan lightly nodded his head and returned the sword back to its original position. Soon after, Long Bufan tried out each of the swords and praised them in his heart. Seems like Dwarf Blacksmith truly had excellent techniques.    

    

But Long Bufan looked down on all of them, they were just iron swords, and the materials they were made of were only human-ranked weapons.    

    

Immediately after, Dwarf Blacksmith stopped his movements and heaved a sigh of relief. He then placed the metal sword that had been hammered into shape into a vat beside him. With a 'hiss' sound, a wisp of white smoke rose up into the air.    

    

He turned his body, raised his head, and suspiciously sized up Long Bufan and An Sen.    

    

"This is our Stormwind's Lord." An Sen introduced.    

    

"What are you guys trying to create?" Dwarf Blacksmith lazily asked, his tone was no different from an ordinary customer.    

    

Long Bufan did not mind, he immediately turned his hand around and took out the storage bag s. The cold aura immediately caused the room that was steaming hot to instantly descend a few degrees, and added a few traces of coldness.    

    

Long Bufan lowered his head to look at the Dwarf Uncle in front of him, and asked: "I want to use this thing to refine a sword, can you do it?"