Born to be a dragon I'm sorry!

Chapter 151 Better at forging than us dwarves?Impossible, absolutely impossible!
After reading Serafur's memory repeatedly, Itarek was basically sure that at least one hard condition must be met in order to condense the legendary power.

That is to temper oneself to the extreme in a certain aspect.

If you can still have firm belief as a support on this basis, then the process of breaking through the legend will become easier.

But starting from nothing is the hardest part.

After the case of Serafur breaking through the legend, Itarek believed that his other figures would also have a clear goal, and they would catch up and break through the legend one after another in the near future!
But put it on yourself.

If Itarek wanted to condense his own legendary power, he couldn't handle it in exactly the same way as mortals.

After all, the dragon's strength will grow slowly over time, and the whole process will continue until the moment of death. There is no so-called limit to shackle it!

There is a long way to go, but Italek is not in a hurry.

After all, only when other legends appear one after another can he obtain more research materials.

Before that, even with the existence of the mark of the polymath, he couldn't condense the legendary power belonging to the dragon from the only case.

Anyway, his current strength is already sufficient, so why not experience it in person with a weak human body.

It can not only exercise one's own will, but also make it easier for oneself to condense legendary power in the future.

It can also be used to research ways to lower the threshold for mortals to break through legends, so that more legends will be born in the future, so as to improve the environment for their future research on the power of legends.

In fact, after undergoing an evolution of the Well of Eternity.

The power that Itarek now controls is already at the apex, and the simple use of divine power and godhead is enough to make him invincible in this era when legends have only just appeared!

without any exaggeration.

One day, if Itarek's brain twitches, he can destroy the whole world from beginning to end with a single dragon, and no existence can stop his footsteps!

But it was also because of this that his overpowering power made his breakthrough extremely difficult.

Just like an exam, you can always see hope from zero to fifty points, but if you want to change from fifty to full marks, the degree of difficulty is completely different.

Italek had a hunch that this would be a long task that required tens of thousands of years to count!

But there is also good news.

After these years of research, he no longer has a little understanding of the two closely related but completely different concepts of divine power and godhead. Perhaps it won't be long before he can start the first experiment on artificial gods.

The scene returns to the trio who are traveling at the moment.

Out of the psychology of not wanting to be too different from Itarek, Veronica also used humanoid transfiguration to transform into a human appearance.

The skin as white as milk is dazzling in the sun, the plump peaks are eye-catching, and the silky hair is even softer in silver, looking into Itarek's sparkling eyes Full of attachment and love.

And Veronica, who seemed to have endless energy, spent most of the time sticking to Itarek and chatting.

The voice as crisp as a lark always put the latter in a good mood, and there was often a sincere smile on his face that would never appear on the face of the black dragon lord on weekdays.

It seems that even the burden that is no longer borne all the time has become insignificant, and I really began to enjoy the relaxed and leisurely life that a normal dragon should have.

Xiao Zi also became close friends with Veronica.

Born from the Well of Eternity, it has more and more vivid emotions, and it is worth mentioning that the second global evolutionary fluctuation of the Well of Eternity also quietly broke out in the 320th year of the travel.

And it won't be long before several brand-new races will appear in the north and south of this world!

In addition to relaxing and seeking a breakthrough, Itarek's last purpose is to see other races with his own eyes.

This wish was also granted 139 years later.

A majestic city of steel stands on the mountainside, the sound of hammering iron is deafening, and the air is filled with the smell of sweat and wine.

Inside the pub.

Laughing and drinking with Italyk was a creature that called itself a 'dwarf', and the noise of booing and cheering filled every corner, as if it wanted to overturn the roof.

The fluffy beard and the short man reaching only to the waist are the most striking appearance characteristics of the dwarves, but the most impressive thing is the bold and stubborn aura emanating from the whole dwarf civilization from the inside out.

Veronica had already drunk her head, blushing and happily wrestling with a dwarf warrior.

Xiao Zi on the side shouted excitedly, constantly urging the other dwarves to place bets.

As expected, the deliberate contemptuous words attracted a crowd of drunkards, and they made a mess of saying that they wanted to show this overwhelmed challenger the power of the mountains and the earth!
"Hahahahahahaha, I should thank you, an outsider from other civilizations.

If it weren't for your righteousness, the dwarves in the entire mine would be eaten up by the group of beasts drinking blood. You saved the lives of my compatriots! "

He gulped down the spirits.

The Great Elder among the dwarves roughly wiped his beard, and said with a shrewd look in his lime-gray eyes.

"To be honest, I originally thought that our dwarves were already the best at the top of the world. I didn't expect that other civilizations could produce warriors like you!"

"You want to know the situation of other civilizations outside?"

Italek heard the stringed song and understood the elegant meaning, and the dwarf's specialty volcanic spirits poured down his throat, which made him feel relieved and burped.

Sure enough, no matter what race it is, as long as it is the leader who decides the future of civilization, there will be no idiots.

Even the first elf king who was nailed to the pillar of shame was quite shrewd when he was young.

The divergent thoughts were collected as soon as they moved, and Italek said drunkenly.

"It's not impossible to tell you what the outside world is like, but what kind of reward can you give me?"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha, dwarves never treat their friends badly, especially a lifesaver like you."

Instead of being angry, the Great Elder was delighted by Italek's direct question.

With a big wave of his hand, he made a promise that could not be questioned.

"Just say what you want, as long as we have it, we can share it with you!

If you can't think of anything, we dwarves have two brushes in forging, and I can personally forge a set of armor for you, which will definitely satisfy you! "

"Forging? Coincidentally, I happen to have some experience."

Perfectly integrated into the fiery atmosphere around, let the impulse dominate what you do.

Italek directly picked up the wooden barrel and stepped on the table with one foot. The spicy wine rolled down his throat under the sluggish gaze of all the dwarves, and all the dwarves drank it clean!

There was a moment of silence all around, and then it was replaced by more fanatical cheers.

"It's an incredible amount of alcohol. It seems that we dwarves will not be without opponents when we go outside to fight for wine."

The Great Elder's praise came from the heart.

If it wasn't for the huge difference in appearance, he even thought that the one sitting in front of the middle was a genuine dwarf!

"Don't underestimate yourself, you have a very developed drinking culture, which you can't see anywhere else."

Shaking his head and thinking, Itarek stroked his chin, and finally spoke casually.

"Since you are very good at forging, please lend me your furnace. Recently, I happen to have a weapon that needs to be recast urgently."

"of course can!"

The Great Elder's eyes were shining, and the forging method in the outside world was fatally attractive to any dwarf.

Of course, there is also a psychology of mutual comparison. The pride of the dwarves makes the elder not think that he will have a second ending other than victory.

He burped leisurely.

Itarek described the appearance of the outside world for the Great Elder in an orderly manner. The bizarre and colorful scenery made him forget to drink without knowing it. He widened his eyes and listened to Itarek's words attentively.

"Trolls are the oldest civilization in the world, and their veins are born with violent blood. It can be said that every adult troll is a born warrior.

Moreover, some of the trolls with extraordinary talents can release treacherous and changeable witchcraft and become a voodoo priest.

Or rely on the power of the ethereal elements to strengthen themselves and develop into a shaman with both magic and martial arts. Very few powerful people can even temporarily change the climate by themselves, which is a very threatening existence on the battlefield. "

After a pause, Itarek introduced some customs and customs in the troll civilization, and the Great Elder was fascinated by it.

These never-before-seen landscapes undoubtedly opened a door that the Great Elder never thought of, and the outside world gradually became more concrete as depicted by Itarek.

"Besides the trolls, the most powerful civilization in the world today is the elven civilization.

These strange creatures were transformed from trolls, who lost the favor of rage and gained the blessing of magic and dexterity.

And some elves can still hear the whispers of plants.

They have an unimaginably close relationship with nature. When encountering danger in the forest, all plants will be willing to provide help and warning.

On the eve of my departure, it was said that this group of elves spread this influence to the animals. I think their strength will be greatly improved in the future. "

"Sounds amazing."

The Great Elder couldn't help but said, he couldn't help but compared the current strength of all the dwarves, and finally came to the conclusion with regret: the dwarves who only built one city cannot be the opponent of any of the above civilizations!

"Then what race are you? Elf?"

"No, all elves have long ears, you will know when you see them later."

Italek calmly took a sip of the cider that had just been served. The pungent taste of the alcohol was mixed with a little sweetness and fruity aroma, which sent a signal of satisfaction to his taste buds.

"If you mean my current body, then I don't belong to any existing race.

However, if it is the real body under this skin, then my real identity is the born and powerful overlord of the sky, a rare and rare legendary creature-a giant dragon! "

It's like an incredible magic trick.

In front of the Great Elder, Itarek's eyes suddenly turned into erect amber dragon pupils, a ray of coercion emanating from them made him stand up abruptly, all the bones in his body seemed to tremble under the shock of the ephemeral !
"Don't worry, I won't destroy you, even if it's just a casual thing for me."

shook his head.

Italek's prophetic voice was the first to say the answer to the question that the Great Elder was most concerned about, and the other party immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

And it wasn't until he realized that Itarek's attitude hadn't changed over time, that the Great Elder gradually felt relieved, but he became more attentive to their visits.

for days.

After getting the approval of the Great Elder, Itarek and his party enjoyed a free and happy time in the Black Iron City.

Every morning, I would wake up on the unknown street, and at night, I would throw myself into a passionate alcoholic carnival.

Until you are about to leave.

Italek, who had been lingering so much, remembered under the reminder of the Great Elder that there was still the Blood Slaughter Death Blade lying in the corner eating ashes, waiting for him to recast it!

The laughter of Veronica and Xiao Zi came from next to his ears, and Italek felt a rare embarrassment in his heart. During this period of time, he had indeed lived too indulgently.

Under the leadership of the Great Elder, Itarek came to a large furnace at the core of the Black Iron City, followed by a large group of clansmen who came to watch the excitement.

They would like to see how much the forging skills outside can compare with the dwarves!
As for being better at forging than us dwarves?
Impossible, absolutely impossible——!
The oncoming heat wave didn't move Itarek at all. Under the gaze of his eyes, he swiped his hand, and the blood slaughter blade fell into his hand easily.

Soaring blood spread.

All the dwarves seem to have hallucinations in front of their eyes. Countless unjust souls hacked to death by this terrifying weapon are entangled on it, unable to escape in the wailing, and finally become a part of it, and suffer forever in the sea of ​​​​suffering!
The lingering chill made everyone feel chilly, and the heat wave from the furnace seemed to be nothing!
"What a terrible weapon, what a terrible crime..."

The Great Elder muttered to himself, but there was an unconcealable admiration and intoxication in his eyes looking at Xue Tu Death Blade, and his whole body trembled as if struck by lightning.

Dwarves have no faith.

The fortitude of the mountains is carved in their wrinkles, and each beard is a symbol of stubbornness.

And when they pick up the hammer, the only thing that can make the dwarves arouse more enthusiasm than their own lives is the unique skill of forging that has been passed down from generation to generation!
But on weekdays, even the best dwarf blacksmith can only forge ordinary steel weapons.

How could they have tasted the astonishing charm of magic weapons after being closed in the deep mountains for thousands of years?
Although only a few stars can be seen, the mystery of it has already made all the dwarves unable to move their eyes away, admiring every arc and edge on it fascinatedly!

No doubt.

If the mystery of forging magic weapons is exchanged for their own fate of being hacked to death by the blood slaughter blade, I am afraid that no dwarf will hesitate at this moment!

Then follow.

Then they saw that the hammer that was in Italek's hand fell violently.

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(End of this chapter)