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The appearance of these castings is very special.

And these steels are the trophies of the Mo Laik Temple Army.

"You don't need to worry, we need your help, and I promise, I will never let you down!"

"clang!"

"I don't like you, and I don't want you to be our ally! I just need some weapons that can help us solve our dilemma! You understand what I mean! Katakuri, you must obey my command, otherwise , you will never be able to leave this place!"

He said:

"But you do have some abilities."

"Whether you think the target of the Templar Army is you or someone else, we will complete our mission, but you must participate, Katakuri."

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said:

As several cracks appeared on the edge of the furnace, a huge iron plate was placed in front of the casting table. Under the 703 iron plate, there was hot and boiling molten iron.

In front of them, there was a faint bloodline on the surface of those weapons, but it had dried up.

This furnace is composed of hundreds of huge wooden piles, with strange and complex patterns all over the surface. In the furnace, a ball of orange-red flames beats with scorching temperature.

"Kacha"

"Okay, I'll think about it."

"I will not keep the contract!"

Azeroth continent at night, Northern Frontier.

A huge hammer came down and hit a sword hard. The sword, which was three meters long and half a foot wide, was suddenly flattened and debris flew everywhere. Mo Laik grabbed the broken blade and threw it to the craftsman next to him. .

Katakuri stared at Mo Lac indifferently. The breath of death exuding from this man was connected with darkness, giving Katakuri a premonition of danger.

Katakuri stepped into the depths of the cave.

Katakuri turned around, walked out of the cave, and climbed along the rock wall to the top of the mountain.

"You are the witcher, Katakuchen."

This is a Grandmaster inscription wizard.

"Don't forget! Everything you have now was given to you by the Holy Light! Without the Holy Light, where would you be? I know that the Holy Light is your salvation, and I respect him! But I hate it! I don't I don’t need what it gives me!”

Mo Laik's voice came from behind. Behind Katakuri, the rock door slowly opened. He stretched out his hand to signal Katakuri to enter.

Next to the furnace, a girl wearing gray armor was carving something intently. Her cheeks were covered by a layer of delicate and soft silk, making it difficult to see her true appearance.

He stood on a smooth boulder, looking at the dark world in the distance, and said softly:

"Then let's wait and see!"

Mo Laike suddenly roared angrily:

Mo Laik said:

"Katakuri!"

This girl's fingers are very nimble, and every time she writes, there is a beautiful relief. And when she stops writing, there will be blue-green fluorescence shining between the carvings.

In front of the furnace, several strong men in armor were chopping these ferocious-looking steel weapons with axes. Their movements were rough and awkward, but their strength was quite astonishing.

In the valley at the highest point of the northern mountainous area of ​​the Borean Tundra, under the cover of lush forests, a group of busy craftsmen are delivering various ores into the interior of the mountain.

"Mo Laike, your request is very strange, and I don't agree with it."

A giant furnace 5 meters high and 2 meters wide was erected at the entrance of the cave.