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Chapter 206 How is Mithril Made?

No entry?
Gretel automatically and consciously retracted his steps.

In the early years, they cooperated with the nearby large-scale steel enterprises and visited the steelmaking plants. They really followed the guides and did not dare to make mistakes.After all, when you hear from time to time "the molten steel below here is 1650 degrees", "this tank weighs about 140 tons, and contains 260 tons of molten iron", "this pipe was operated improperly once, and the sprayed thing killed people"... …

What do you mean not daring to say a word, not daring to take an extra step, brothers.

Although this is only a forging area for dwarves, not a certain top factory, the reason is the same.Although there are three or five dwarves walking back and forth inside, Gretel deeply understands that just because professionals can walk does not mean that non-professionals can also walk.

In case something explodes, more than 1000 degrees and thousands of degrees of magma splash out with sparks, relying on mage armor to carry it?
Gretel said that his life is his own...

He immediately stood still outside the forge. Seeing that Mage Dumfries wanted to argue with the dwarf blocking the door, he reached out and tugged at the back of his robe.Master Dumfries stepped back angrily, and the braided dwarf raised his head even more, and said loudly:

"Wait outside!—it will be ready soon!"

He swung a hammer—smaller than what Gretel had seen outside, with a hammer no bigger than a fist—and knocked twice on the door with all his might.At the same time, distant knocking sounds rang out in each forging room at the same time.

"Dangdang!...Dangdang! Dang~~~dang~~~dang!!!"

During the first strike, the sound of hammering and shouting in the forging room was still loud and deafening;
When the second knock sounded, all the forging rooms from the gate to the Mithril area fell silent one after another;

After the third knocking sound, apart from the rushing footsteps, the only sound left in the cave was the whistling wind and the occasional crackling sound of magma bursting.

The dwarves came out of the forge in groups.They straightened their robes with palms stained with black ash, brushed off the soot on their leather skirts, and lined up in the central aisle.From the front end of the passage near the Mithril area to near the gate at the entrance of the mountain wall, they knelt down row by row.

Master Dumfries hurriedly pulled Gretel out of the way.The two magicians, oh, and Bernard who followed closely behind, huddled in an inconspicuous recess, watched the dwarves kneel neatly, and prayed in unison:

"Our great Father God..."

Hey, what are they doing?
Is it time to pray?
Gretel poked his head out a little from behind Master Dumfries, then retracted his head, and showed half of his eyes again, looking around cautiously.The prayers of the dwarves became louder and louder, and finally, with a hammer in their hands, they beat the ground neatly...

Gretel: No wonder the road is full of potholes...I hit the ground with a hammer three or five times a day, no matter how hard it is to fix it, it's impossible to fix it...

Amidst the sound of prayers and knocking, the flames of the fire pool in the Mithril area suddenly rose sharply.The old dwarf who was taking care of the fire pool by himself bent down quickly, picked up something from the center of the fire pool, held it with long iron tongs, sparks splashed, and ran all the way to the rear.After a while, the exact same prayer sounded from behind the fire pool:
"Our great Father God..."

The voice was slow, hoarse, with a weak taste, but it was sonorous and powerful, and the sound was like gold and stone.Just listening to it, there is an unspeakable shock, which grows silently from the bottom of my heart.

Gretel stood there quietly, listening to the prayers behind the fire pool, resonating back and forth with the voices of the dwarves in the passage, getting louder and louder.The voice of the prayer was extremely high, and a ball of light suddenly burst out behind the fire pool. Even if the magma was tumbling and the flames were soaring, it couldn't suppress the brightness of the silver light——

Gretel couldn't tell what he saw.The field of vision is blazing white, and the light is flying like a dragon and a snake.In an instant, a series of messages popped into Gretel's mind:

Strong light, welding marks, sunglasses, electro-optic ophthalmia...

He subconsciously closed his eyes.The strong light was turned on and off, repeated several times.After a long time, the prayer finally stopped, and heavy footsteps returned to the forging room one after another.At the beginning, the braided dwarf held out a wooden plate, and in the center of the plate lay five small shiny metal strips:

"Mithril for today. Take it!"

The wooden plate was passed forward, almost poking into the thigh of Master Dumfries.

The fifth-level mage hurriedly caught the wooden plate, and his movements were even a little awkward. He walked shoulder to shoulder with the braided dwarf and walked into a small room next to him.Weighing, registration, and both parties signed and stamped to confirm that they were correct, and then Master Dumfries put away the metal blocks and carefully sealed them into a copper box.

"Look, this is Mithril." Seeing the back of the dwarf leaving, Mage Dumfries shrugged helplessly:

"Toss and toss every day, just a small amount, just enough to make a bracelet - this arm can't be thicker. Last year, Master Mendro came back from the battlefield and wanted to repair his radiant staff. 30 days The mithril is taken away at once, good guy, not enough!"

As soon as I said this, there was another sound of chaotic footsteps outside the room.Master Dumfries immediately pushed away the copper box, stood up, bowed his head, and stood still:
"Master Tarbert, you have worked hard."

No one responded to him.Gretel followed his example and stood with his head bowed, looking out quietly—fortunately, he bowed his head, otherwise he would not have seen a group of dwarves gathered in a circle—or in other words, he was holding a particularly old dwarf, and slowly moved towards him. go outside.

The old dwarf had white beard and hair, and his arms hung limply on the shoulders of the braided dwarf, with his head bowed down.The flickering firelight in the tunnel shone on the back of his hand, and Gretel saw that the skin on his hand was loose and wrinkled, covering the back of his hand dryly, and it looked like there was no muscle underneath.Sweat dripped from the temples and the ends of the beard, and there were wet footprints step by step along the way.

Huh... the one who made Mithril just now... magic, or magic?Probably magic, so tired?When the teacher and the bald bishop cast divine spells, it seemed that they had never been so tired?
While thinking this way, the old dwarf suddenly raised his head and let out a violent cough.The coughing sound is turbid and heavy, with obvious sputum sound, and it is difficult to breathe every time after coughing.Gretel subconsciously walked forward, wanting to ask a few words or check, and saw a group of dwarves behind them raised their hammers, stared at the old man, and muttered...

Gretel: "!!!" If you have something to say, don't be rude!

Soon a white light flashed on the hammer.One after another, brushing on the old man.With this support, the old man's breath soon eased, and he was able to throw off the support and walk by himself.Gretel stood at the door of the room and watched him go away. After a long time, he heard Master Dumfries softly say:
"This master craftsman is 352 years old... He is the leader of this group of dwarves, and he is also a high-level priest at level 13. Only he can lead the dwarves to smelt mithril with magic... You want to try to increase the production of mithril , you can go to the tavern to meet him later..."

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Gretel's face suddenly wrinkled into bitter melon.

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