"Sure."

Without hesitation, Joelson agreed.

"Then what weapon do you need to forge?"

Joelson thought for a while and said, "A few inner armors, a staff, and a single-handed knight longsword."

"If it's possible."

"I want all of them at the legendary grade!" Joelson said seriously

A doubtful look appeared in Wilbon's eyes as he said, "Show me what kind of material it is first."

Joelson nodded and looked around. He frowned and said, "The space is a little small."

Everyone was stunned.

In the next second, a huge monster's corpse appeared in front of Joelson.

"Tier-9 flame lion!"

Light shot out of Wilbon's eyes, and his tone was slightly excited.

Then, there was the corpse of another huge wolf.

"Tier 9 dark moon demonic wolf!"

"Tier 9 thunderclap demonic eagle!"

..

The corpses of four to five tier 9 magical beasts filled the entire blacksmith shop.

Deaver's mouth was wide open. His face was filled with disbelief as he said in a low voice, "Oh God of forging!"

These tier 9 magical beasts were all captured by Joelson during the trial in the magical beast forest. They were all well-preserved. Some of them had not even dug out the magical beast essence crystals in their brains.

As if seeing a treasure, Wilbon circled around the corpses of a few magical beasts, her eyes shining.

After a while, she walked back, shook her head and said, "They are indeed very good materials, but it is still a little difficult to reach the legendary grade. Legendary weapons require at least saint-tier materials."

Joelson thought for a while and threw out another pile of things.

Compared to the corpses of a few magical beasts, these things looked a little tattered.

But Wilbon's face showed an excited expression.

She squatted down, grabbed a palm-sized scale, and said excitedly, "This is? The scale armor of a saint-grade dragon?! No, it's a dragon elder, a dragon scale comparable to a Dragon King!"

Deaver stared at the scattered things on the ground, completely dumbfounded.

Poor DDarf, he had never seen such a precious thing in hundreds of years.

Dragon scales, dragon teeth…

Most of the dragon scales were broken, and the edges were irregular.

But the complete dragon scales were as big as a washbasin. Even if they were broken, they were much bigger than the scales of normal magical beasts.

These.

Were all from Du Lu, who was after the saint-level.

Of course, it was not Joelson who forced Du Lu to injure himself to obtain these materials.

It was Du Lu who had collected them from his injuries when he first returned from the ancient ruins of the Dragon God.

Before the saint-level, every time Du Lu ended the battle in the Dragon God Arena, he would be able to obtain a lot of broken dragon scales and dragon teeth.

However, those were far from being comparable to the parts in front of Joelson.

"Are these enough?" Joelson asked.

"Absolutely!"

Wilbon touched every dragon scale and every dragon tooth with joy and exclaimed, "It's enough to forge an epic-level weapon!"

"This can be considered an epic-level material?"

Joelson was a little surprised.

"Of course."

Wilbon looked at him strangely and said, "Otherwise, what do you think an epic-level weapon needs to be forged?"? Saint-level dragon king-level dragon scales and dragon teeth were already very rare materials. Any higher and there would be god-level materials. That was not something we could hope for."

Joelson understood. He suddenly felt that he had underestimated these scraps that had fallen from Du Lu's body.

Joelson had overlooked one point.

Not everyone could own a saint-level ancient fire dragon as a pet.

Most people on this continent had never seen a creature like a dragon.

Dragons were extremely mysterious existences.

"Although these dragon scales are damaged to a certain extent, they can be made into light armor at 30. If they only protect the chest and other key parts, they can probably be made into eight pieces."

Wilbon had already thought of how to create her work in his mind.

Joelson was slightly surprised and asked, "Eight pieces? Are you sure?"

Wilbon looked at him and said, "Oh, I almost forgot. It's not forged according to the specifications of the dwarves."

"Then I can make three pieces."

Joelson thought for a moment and said, "What if two of them are made into women's inner armor?"

"That's enough."

Joelson planned to wear one for himself, and the other two could be given to his woman.

For example, Dayshannon didn't have much ability to protect herself, so she really needed such a defensive tool.

"The dragon tooth is used to make a sword hilt and a magic staff. What kind of mage are you?"

"Fire." Joelson answered.

"That's perfect. This is also the dragon tooth of the fire-type Dragon King. If it can be paired with a fire-type saint-level magic beast core, it would almost be the official legendary magic staff."

Unfortunately, Joelson did not have a saint-level magic beast core, unless he dug out the one in Du Lu's head.

"If it's a knight's longsword."

Wilbon fell into deep thought and recalled, "Father once left behind a very precious material to pair with a fire-type dragon tooth. What a pity, sigh."

"Forget it. Let's make light armor and a magic staff first."

Wilbon had Joelson collect all the tier 9 magical beast carcasses on the ground, leaving behind only the flaming demonic lion's magical beast core.

According to her, she didn't care about these pieces of trash, given that there were epic-grade materials.

"Give me seven days. Come back after seven days."

Wilbon left these words and had Deaver send the two of them out, hurriedly shutting down the blacksmith furnace.

"Master."

Frederick looked at the tattered and tightly shut Thor's hammer and said in a low voice, "Aren't you afraid that they'll take your materials?"

"Don't worry."

"If that's the case, I'll find the entire dwarven race to pay for it," said Joelson lightly

After saying that, Joelson left without looking back.

Frederick recalled a certain terrifying dragon that smashed him into pieces. He didn't doubt the authenticity of what Joelson said at all.

He trembled slightly and hurriedly followed Joelson's footsteps.

..

Seven days later.

After knocking on the door of the Thor's Hammer, the tired face of Deaver was revealed behind the broken wooden door.

"Come in."

Deaver yawned. It seemed that he had been busy for the past few days.

Beside the blacksmith's furnace, Wilbon was putting on the last lock for the last dragon scale inner armor.

"It's done."

Wilbon's bald head revealed a satisfied smile.

Three pieces of black inner armor and an ugly poker made Joelson frown.

"This is the finished product?!"

If that was really the case, Joelson felt that he might not be able to resist killing the two dwarfs.

"Of course not."

Wilbon looked at him with a proud look as if he was a layman. He said casually, "There is still one more step to go before the quenching process. This is the key to determining the final quality of a piece of equipment."

"I specifically waited for you to come over, so I stopped at this last step."