Chapter 170 The Light of Epic! The Birth of the Master Craftsman
The few of them stared at the meteor stone in the flames.
Joelson noticed that a golden-red rune on the scale on Du Lu's neck was shining with a strange light. This was what he had gained from the ancient ruins of the Dragon God.
The second time he chased after the steel dragon, the two dragons quickly came out.
The steel dragon did not have any temper. It seemed that it was frightened by the terrifying scene in the ancient ruins and temporarily gave up the idea of entering.
It was still unhappy all day long.
The meteor gold stone did not change in the flame at all. It lasted for a long time and did not change at all.
Wilbon's expression slowly changed from shock at the beginning to confusion, and then to disappointment.
"As expected, even the breath of the Fire Dragon King can't melt the meteor gold stone?"
"Forget it. I can mix dwarf iron with magic mithril and star stone, use dragon teeth as the hilt of the sword, and quench it with dragon blood. I can also forge a legendary knight longsword."
"No!"
Joelson's eyes were frighteningly bright. He said in a low voice, "It can be melted. It just needs a little time."
Now was not the limit of Du Lu. The temperature of the flame could slowly rise. As the heat accumulated, more and more fire elements were attached to the surface of the meteor stone. Sooner or later, it would reach its melting point.
This was a very simple physical common sense.
Joelson could not explain it to Wilbon, but he firmly believed that it could be done.
The dragon's breath burned for a very long time.
Once Du Lu ran out of strength, Joelson immediately took out the ranch crop and fed it to replenish Du Lu's strength.
The goal was to not let the flame be interrupted for a long time, or else the fire elements on the surface of the meteor stone would quickly run out again.
It lasted for a whole three days.
Wilbon and Deaver's eyes were dry. They tried to persuade Joelson to give up a few times, but they were too embarrassed to say anything when they saw his persistence.
"It's Done!" Joelson suddenly said.
Wilbon and Deaver were shocked and subconsciously looked up.
They only saw that the shape of the meteor stone had changed a little, and the color had also changed. It was initially black, but now it was more covered by silver.
It was slowly melting.
At this moment, the temperature in the blacksmith furnace was frighteningly high. A Day ago, Joelson had to release a magic shield to protect the few of them.
Most of the materials in the blacksmith furnace had melted completely.
Fortunately, the meteor stone had finally melted.
Once the melting point was reached, the melting speed would be very fast.
Only a small part of the large meteor stone was left. Most of the impurities were evaporating with the high temperature, and the rest was silver in color, rolling in the air like mercury.
Du Lu shut his mouth, and the whole dragon became very dispirited.
The continuous breathing for three days and three nights had consumed a lot of its energy.
Joelson controlled the meteor stone with his magic power and shouted in a low voice, "Wilbon!"
Wilbon quickly picked up the hammer, then put it down and said, "Pour it directly into the mold. The meteor stone doesn't need to be tempered."
The liquid meteor stones flowed into the weapon mold, and the mold instantly began to melt and evaporate.
Du Lu, who was standing next to him, had consciously bitten a dragon claw again, and hot dragon blood gushed out.
Joelson threw the mold in.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
In an instant, the dragon blood evaporated into a blood mist that spread out, covering the entire blacksmith shop.
Du Lu felt his heart ache when he saw it.
"This is a rare opportunity!"
Frederick, the cunning lich, would not let go of this rare opportunity. He desperately absorbed the bloody mist in the air, and his weak body quickly became stronger.
"Dragon tooth sword hilt."
Wilbon grabbed the long sword that had already taken shape in the bloody water. He wanted to press the hilt on the blade of the sword but was scalded by the high temperature that had not dissipated yet.
Joelson took the hilt and installed it himself.
The high temperature burned Joelson's hands, but his expression didn't change at all.
The hilt perfectly matched the blade.
Wiping the blood off the sword, a bright light shot out.
Clang!
A huge orange light rose from the sword and shot into the sky. It was more than ten times more magnificent than the legendary purple light.
The orange light pillar connected heaven and earth.
Wilbon and Deaver looked at the sky in a daze and whispered, "Epic light!"
Some of the people who had gathered here three days ago because of the legendary light had not dispersed outside Thor's hammer.
Dragon roars kept coming from the closed door of the Thor's Hammer, making them panic and confused. They did not know what was going on inside.
Moreover, the temperature inside was frighteningly high. The entire Mjolnir was like a huge furnace, making it difficult to get close.
"It's too hot. The blacksmith furnace of Mjolnir is about to melt."
The old dwarf wiped the sweat off her face and spoke. "Four pieces of legendary equipment appeared consecutively. If Colridge found out in the grave, he would jump with joy."
"I've already said that that little girl, Wilbon, would become a master blacksmith sooner or later after receiving the legacy of Colridge's forging skills!"
"Come on, Wilbon has already forged legendary war hammers before. It's just that you old guys aren't willing to admit it."
"In another two hundred years, Wilbon will probably become the next master blacksmith in the Dwarf Kingdom!"
A dwarf could not help but sigh.
The dwarf beside him said disdainfully, "Do you think that a master craftsman is just playing around? Without the strength of a saint knight, who would be able to swing a hammer and knock on an epic-level material, leaving behind a mark? The copper hammer plus the fact that if they wanted to produce another master craftsman, they would have to be bestowed with grace by the god of forging! Oh! That is?! The God of forging!"
The dwarf who spoke suddenly cried out in surprise, and then he was stunned. His eyes stared blankly at the sky above the Thor's Hammer, unable to say a single word.
The others followed his gaze and were instantly stunned as well.
They only saw a brilliant orange light pierce through the haze above the Dwarf Kingdom. Even the sunlight that penetrated through could not compare to its brilliance.
"Epic! Epic equipment has appeared!"
Some humans were so excited that they could not help but shout, "It's the epic light! Another epic equipment has been born!"
At this moment, countless people noticed this orange light.
The entire Dwarf Kingdom was in an uproar.
The dwarves threw away the iron hammers in their hands and did not care about anything else. They faced this direction, their lips trembling.
"Master craftsman?! Another master craftsman appeared in the dwarves?!"
"Oh, great God of forging!"
The eyes of countless dwarves were filled with tears of excitement. The dwarves who had lived since the age of the master craftsman in Colridge were now filled with tears.
No one knew who was the first to kneel on the ground. The Dwarves faced the direction of the orange light of epic-level and knelt down one by one.
Their faces were full of piety and fanaticism.
Someone was singing an ancient ballad.
Countless deep and deep voices were mixed together, and the ancient tone reverberated in the sky above the mountain Dwarf Kingdom.
It was like a pilgrimage.