"Dwarven metal that has been forged over a thousand times is ten times harder than an ordinary two-handed longsword. Chopping it is as easy as chopping vegetables. Just this alone is worth more than 30,000 gold coins. Moreover, it is also mixed with magic mithril and star fragments, which can increase combat aura by more than 30%. If it is thrown into the auction house."

Frederick deliberately glanced at the adventurers behind him who had stopped laughing and whose faces were getting uglier and uglier. He said lightly, "The price should be 100,000 gold coins. After all."

Frederick said in a more serious tone, "This is the work of a master."

The Dwarf's eyes instantly lit up and stared at Frederick.

"Nonsense, this... this is only a fine-grade two-handed longsword! How can it be worth 100,000 gold coins?!"

The adventurer shouted indignantly.

"Idiots! A bunch of money-less idiots! I've already told you, get out of here, get out of the Thor's Hammer!"

The irritable dwarf would not allow others to insult his work again and again. He waved his fist and chased the group of adventurers out of the blacksmith shop.

When Joelson heard Frederick's explanation, he was also a little surprised. He only saw that the blade was mixed with magic mithril and was completely worth 30,000 gold coins, so he bought it casually.

After all, he did lack a suitable knight weapon.

But he didn't expect that this big sword was better and more amazing than he had imagined.

"You are really good friends. Tell me, what else do you want? Old Deaver will give you the best discount," The dwarf said loudly.

Frederick said, "We want to ask the Master of Kerridge to forge a magic staff."

The dwarf narrowed his eyes and looked at the two of them strangely. Suddenly, he cursed, "Damn it! Are you here to make fun of my mother? Who doesn't know that Master Kerridge has been dead for almost three hundred years!"

Frederick was stunned.

After a while, he smiled at Joelson in embarrassment and said, "I'm sorry, Master. I forgot. I've been sealed for more than five hundred years."

"If there's no master blacksmith, then does this place harm the best blacksmith shop in the entire Mountain Dwarf Kingdom?" Joelson whispered to himself.

This sentence seemed to touch a certain place in the heart of the dwarf Deaver.

Deaver suddenly jumped up and shouted with a red face, "What do you mean?! Thor's Hammer is the best blacksmith shop in the entire dwarf kingdom, no, it's the best blacksmith shop in the entire continent! You can't find a better blacksmith shop than Thor's Hammer!"

Joelson didn't say anything, but Frederick pointed at the various kinds of swords hanging on the wall of the weapon shop and said lightly, "Although these weapons are good, they are far better than the standard of ordinary dwarf blacksmiths."

Deaver's face showed a hint of pride, but he heard Frederick continue, "But it's not the standard of a master. Only the two-handed knight longsword just now can barely be called a master's work."

"Because, because..."

Deaver's tanned face turned red, and he stuttered, "Because, these are all forged by me."

"What do you mean?"

Deaver seemed to be very embarrassed and didn't want to admit it, "I've never said that I'm a master."

The eyes of Joelson and Frederick lit up.

"There are other master-level blacksmiths in Thor's Hammer?!"

"Of course! The light of Thor will never be extinguished!"

Deaver took a sip of wine and said, "Come in with me."

The real blacksmith shop was behind the weapons shop.

The furnace was lit, and some half-finished weapons were scattered on the ground.

But Deaver didn't stop but continued to move forward.

When he came to a wall, Deaver used his short legs and tried hard to turn an extinguished wall lamp on the wall.

Crack crack crack!

The wall split apart, and a gust of hot air blew toward his face.

Bang!

Bang!

A dull knocking sound, as if it was hitting a person's heart.

A bigger and more imposing blacksmith's furnace.

Joelson strode in and saw a furnace that occupied more than half of the room burning fiercely.

Magic runes flickered on the furnace. The high temperature brought about by the use of magic arrays made the entire room seem as if it was built on top of a volcano.

An ordinary person would be tormented for even a second.

A dwarf who was burlier than Deaver was swinging his hammer hard, and sweat dripped down like raindrops.

"Deaver!"

The dwarf saw the door open and asked loudly, "Why did you bring an outsider in?"

Deaver explained, "It's a guest, a guest!"

The dwarf frowned and didn't say anything more. Instead, he threw down the hammer and stretched out a rough hand toward Deaver, saying, "Give me the wine, Deaver!"

Deaver quickly handed over the wine pot in his hand.

The burly dwarf raised his head and drank.

The wine flowed down his thick beard, and his bald head shone under the light of the fire.

After drinking, the burly dwarf threw away the wine pot and began to swing the hammer vigorously.

Deaver turned his head and proudly introduced to Joelson and Frederick. "See? This is the master blacksmith of Thor's Hammer, Wiblon's copper hammer!"

"Oh, I forgot to say something."

Deaver said shyly, "She's also my wife."

Joelson and Frederick were instantly shocked.

The two of them looked at the bald dwarf who was stronger than Deaver, with thicker hair and more developed muscles and fell into deep thought.

"Dwarf."

Frederick let out a few awkward laughs and said in a low voice, "What a magical race."

Deaver sighed, regretfully, he said, "Because Wiblon is a woman, many dwarves don't recognize her master level. Even if Wiblon forged a legendary weapon, they still think that it's defective."

Saying this, Deaver's face showed anger.

"Deaver, don't tell outsiders everything!"

A rough voice rang out amidst the knocking sounds.

Deaver hurriedly shut his mouth.

It seemed that Deaver was still afraid of his wife. A hint of a smile appeared on Joelson's face.

Crack!

Wilbon dipped the weapon he was forging into the water tank to quench it, then slowly walked out.

"Deaver, tell them our price."

Deaver hurriedly said, "Wilbon only accepts weapons of superior grade and above. Superior grade weapons cost 100,000 gold coins to forge. Legendary weapons don't guarantee an absolute success rate. They require more than one million gold coins. The main materials of the weapons need to be provided by you."

1,000,000 gold coins?!

Frederick moved closer to Joelson and said in a low voice, "It's a very cheap price. When I asked the master blacksmith of Colridge to forge it, it cost me 80,000 magic crystal coins, and I failed once."

80,000 magic crystal coins meant 8,000,000 gold coins. In other words, the forging cost of Wiblon was indeed very low.

From this, it could be seen that the title of Wiblon's master blacksmith was indeed not recognized by the dwarves.

Otherwise, a two-handed longsword worth 100,000 gold coins would not only be priced at 30,000 gold coins.