No one could understand the significance of the master blacksmith to the entire dwarven race.

The Dwarven race without the existence of the Master Blacksmith was lonely and declining. The Master Blacksmith was the religion of the dwarven race, the proof that the god of forging had not abandoned the dwarven race.

The beloved King Babbitt Ironbeard, was so excited that he kicked over a dozen wine jars and jumped excitedly on his forging table like a child.

Not only the dwarves, but the humans present were also extremely shocked.

In just three days, they had witnessed the birth of four legends and an epic.

The master craftsman was wielding the Thor's Hammer, less than a hundred meters away from them.

Inside the Thor's Hammer.

Joelson raised the epic knight's longsword, which was emitting silver light and was shrouded in orange light, and a strange light shone in his eyes.

As the orange glow enveloped him, he felt an endless amount of power descending from the sky.

The strength of his arm was increasing at a terrifying speed.

The epic-ranked longsword that was forged from Meteor Goldstone was originally very heavy, but it soon became light and light.

"It's the blessing of the God of forging, the blessing of the Master Craftsman!"

Wilbon shouted excitedly, his eyes filled with uncontrollable envy.

From the beginning to the end, this epic longsword was actually forged by Joelson.

Molten iron, forged, quenched.

Wilbon did not help with any of the steps.

Even the God of forging acknowledged this point and blessed Joelson with divine light, not Wilbon.

Joelson.

Was a true master blacksmith!

Arm strength was the most important foundation for blacksmiths. Only those with strong arm strength could wield a hammer.

After withstanding the sharpness of the dragon's blood, Joelson's strength had already surpassed that of an ordinary knight.

Under the baptism of this blessed divine light, Joelson's arm strength had increased tenfold compared to before.

It had reached a terrifying level.

Joelson even felt that if he was given a hammer that was hard enough, he would be able to smash the dragon's head.

"I'll call you from now on."

Joelson stared at the epic longsword in his hand and said in a low voice, "Meteor, how is it?"

The blade was pure black, dotted with silver light that was like the stars in the sky. The hard dragon teeth held the blade as a handle, giving it natural, ferocious beauty.

The silver light flickered as if it was responding to Joelson's words.

A look of joy appeared on Joelson's face. This longsword that he had personally forged seemed to be connected to his mind and could understand his words.

With a gentle wave of the long sword, it easily cut into the floor made of pure steel.

Wearing light armor of dragon scales, Joelson held the meteor sword in his hand and activated his battle spirit.

Golden-red flames instantly ignited on the long sword. Compared to the original fire-type battle spirit, its power was much stronger.

Wilbon and Deaver's eyes were filled with amazement and praise.

"If master specializes in the way of knights, he would definitely be able to suppress all the knight geniuses in the middle continent and make them lose their luster," Frederick said sincerely.

At this moment, Joelson's appearance was indeed extremely dazzling.

His gorgeous light armor and longsword, his handsome and cold face, and his tall and straight figure, even the most valiant Holy Knight of the Church of Light in the entire continent might not be able to compare to his appearance and temperament.

"Not bad." Joelson nodded his head in satisfaction.

Putting away his longsword and putting on his mage robe over the light armor, Du Lu returned to the Dragon God Ranch.

Wilbon and Deaver stared straight at him.

Joelson chuckled and waved his hand.

Countless magic crystal coins fell like rain, almost drowning the two dwarves.

"This is your reward, one hundred thousand magic crystal coins."

Joelson pointed at the dragon tooth and other materials on the ground, then said, "These are additional thanks."

"May the God of forging bless you forever, generous guest!" Deaver shouted in a low voice, extremely happy.

Wilbon was also very happy. Compared to magic crystal coins, she cared more about the materials Joelson gave her.

Those were truly priceless treasures.

"As for the dragon's blood, you can come and find me whenever you need it."

Wilbon was a little embarrassed when she heard that.

She had not been of any help in the process of forging the meteor, and she had taken so many things for free. The rarest thing was that she had witnessed the birth of an epic knight's longsword.

It had also been of great help to her on the path of forging.

The dwarves were not good at expressing their gratitude, so Wilbon kept this friendship in mind.

After not taking a break for several days, Deaver was so tired that he felt dizzy.

But it was too hot in Thor's Hammer that he had to open the door to get some fresh air.

As soon as he opened the door, Deaver was shocked by the scene outside.

Deaver saw that the dilapidated street in front of Thor's Hammer was full of people.

There were dwarves and humans, all looking at him with excitement.

Deaver was shocked.

When he saw the face of the person standing at the front, he almost jumped up.

He was almost 1.5 meters tall, strong, and his body was full of explosive muscles that supported his armor.

His face was rough, and his hard beard was very thick. There was a hint of majesty in his eyes.

"Dwarf King!"

Babbitt Ironbeard suddenly took a step forward, grabbed Deaver's shoulder, and asked loudly, "Where's the Master Craftsman? Where's the Master Craftsman?!"

Deaver was stunned and could not speak.

"Deaver, who are you talking to?"

Wilbon walked out of the room.

In an instant, everyone was in an uproar.

"It's Wilbon! The daughter of the Master Craftsman Colridge. Now she's also a Master Craftsman!"

"Oh! It's the honor of the Copper Hammer family. This is simply the blessing of the God of forging!"

"Look at her strong and powerful arms. Only such powerful arms can forge an epic!"

Surprise, admiration, respect, and approval.

All kinds of gazes surrounded Wilbon. She was also shocked, but she quickly calmed down and greeted the Dwarf King.

"You are the pride of our dwarven race!"

Babbitt stared at Wilbon eagerly, his eyes filled with excitement and joy.

He carefully looked at a lot of Wilbon.

Indeed, she was much stronger than most dwarven girls

Although she looked ordinary, she had the aura of a master, which made Wilbon look very charming.

He had a shiny bald head and a thick beard.

Babbitt felt regretful. If Wilbon hadn't gotten married, he would have wanted to marry her as his queen.

"Respected Wilbon master, can you show us the epic equipment you made?"

Babbitt said to Wilbon expectantly.

The others were the same.

Epic!

Everyone was present, the dwarves who had lived for hundreds of years, had never seen a piece of epic equipment. Even legends were rarely seen.

How could they not be excited when they had such an opportunity.

But Wilbon blinked and replied, "The epic equipment is not with me."

Everyone was stunned.

"Its forger has already left with it."

"What?!"