Two months later, the members of the "Blood Cross" team have been transformed.

He became five guards of the Currick Store.

Surprisingly, Manche is a rare trainee sorcerer on the mainland, and preparing medicine is his strength.

The liquid made of sand scorpion saliva and xylose syrup is the best hair dye. In addition to cleaning with a unique mixing liquid, your hair will always turn gray-brown. In addition, the seeds of Qianye Grass, mixed with special dyes, will make your skin feel like it has been blown by wind and sand for more than ten years, and become dry and vicissitudes.

Except for Yang Zheng's dark eyes that cannot be changed, everyone else has become the same as the native Liuyun people.

As for the problem of dark eyeballs, can I still solve it?

In Manche's memory, no race in the mainland has black eyes.

So if you say that Yang Zheng is from Liuyun, no one can refute anything.

Metholin is the first dwarf blacksmith in Sobadin.

He opened the largest blacksmith shop in Dongcheng District.

The business of the Maisolin Blacksmith Shop is excellent. In Liuyun Kingdom, where warriors are rampant, weapons are always sold, especially the "dwarf" weapons that are famous in the mainland.

Every warrior takes pride in possessing the "Dwarf Card" weapon.

Metholin was thankful for his decision to come down from the Femir Mountains.

You know, dwarves with longer lifespans are always synonymous with stubbornness. They would rather guard the wet and cold caves of the Femir Mountains than live in the human world with flowers and warm climates at the foot of the mountain. Although ironclads have created countless wealth for them, most dwarves' lives are worse than those of the poorest untouchables in humanity.

They own treasure mountain but don’t know how to squander.

Of course, over time, there are always some lively and active young dwarves attracted by the prosperity at the foot of the mountain.

Although the young dwarf's iron-making skills are far inferior to those of the old dwarf, they are still outstanding in the human world. Various countries treat dwarfs very well. Under the temptation of cheese and wine, more and more young dwarfs are going down the mountain to seek a better life.

Maisolin was one of the first dwarves to go down the mountain. He had been in Sobadin for 128 years.

From an impulsive and aggressive dwarf young man to the oldest dwarf blacksmith in Sobadin.

His blacksmith shop is getting bigger and bigger.

All twelve apprentices have already started. Now he just needs to raise his feet and the shining gold coins are rolling more and more!

Apart from these!

He also has three human wives and concubines, a cellar of pine nuts, and cheese that he couldn't finish for several years.

Aha, the spring of the dwarf is here!

Maisolin picked up the pine nut on the table and took a sip, dug up his thick and black nostrils, adjusted his sitting position, making his posture more comfortable in the arms of his human wife.

The jingling sound of irons in the blacksmith shop is the favorite music of the dwarves.

Woo...it's even more beautiful than the harp of the god of art Danbabi!

Metholin thought so!

He narrowed his eyes, and with the sound of a blacksmith, he hummed proudly "The Song of the Dwarf Blacksmith"!

"Huluhuluhululu...We are happy dwarves...Huluhululululu...The dwarves are strong and strong...Hululululululu...What are you doing, what are you doing, how can you stop! Work quickly!"

The irritable old dwarf suddenly straightened his body.

He roared loudly, and just as he sang the song of the dwarf blacksmith, the sound of the iron suddenly stopped.

What an unforgivable sin. Are they singing badly on me?

"You lazy little guys, I tell you, don't want to eat, you can't even have a black bread if you don't finish the two hundred spears ordered by the city guards!!"

The old dwarf jumped off the thick wooden chair, waved the blacksmith's hammer by the table, and lost his temper!

The human wife behind him shivered there and shivered.

Marrying a dwarf is so sad, smelly and dirty, and his temper is like a powder barrel.

The old dwarf's eyes suddenly contracted.

Stop yelling, his slutty voice echoed in the iron shop: "Who are you?"

A human man in gray was standing at the door, and his tall figure almost blocked the door tightly.

The dwarf-sized blacksmith door is obviously not suitable for human men to enter and exit.

The man lowered his head slightly and walked in through the door.

A faint voice sounded: "I heard that you are the best blacksmith shop in Sobadin!"

"Hey, human boy," Maisolin looked at him with a squinted eyes. He was wearing a very ordinary brown linen cloth and couldn't see clearly. He was just a human civilian. His voice became thicker: "Misolin's blacksmith shop does not accept lowly civilians. If you roll in, you can get out of me!"

The human man seemed to have never heard of it, and got closer step by step, and his face gradually emerged from the dark blacksmith's shop shadow.

The tall body stood in front of Messorlin, and the feeling of oppression made the old dwarf very uncomfortable.

He had to look up to stare into the human man's eyes.

A pair of dark eyes!

"Woo——" The blacksmith shop exclaimed like a wave!

"Cough cough--" The old dwarf coughed loudly, his face turned red, and his short and thick limbs were dancing ridiculously in the air.

The human man actually pinched the old dwarf's neck with one hand and lifted him into the air.

The old dwarf struggled, but the dwarfs' proud Dali failed today. He waved a huge blacksmith hammer and smashed it at the human head. However, the human man easily blocked it with his left hand and snatched it away again.

The twelve apprentices of the old dwarf were screaming, but none of them dared to move.

Who knew if the huge blacksmith hammer would have an intimate contact with the old dwarf's head that angered this man.

The absolute egg hits the stone, and the dwarf apprentices used their limited IQ to make a metaphor.

Just when the old dwarf felt that he was about to die of suffocation, he did a free fall exercise and fell heavily on the floor.

This is not the most important thing. The air pours into the old dwarf's hypoxic lungs like a long whale sucking water.

Maisolin breathed fresh air greedily.

His eyes looked at the human man in front of him with fear.

The man squatted down, his black eyes were as calm as water, and there was absolutely no panic or excitement as he had just done something bad.

As if nothing had happened, a quiet voice rang out again: "Okay, can we talk about something serious?"

The old dwarf nodded like a rice pecking at him!

…………

"Oh! The great Stone of praise (the God of the Dwarf)! This is a great creation!" The old dwarf stared at the drawings on the chopping board!

His twelve apprentices all felt that their boss was crazy!

The clumsiest old dwarf actually twisted his toilet waist and started a tap dance.

Yang Zheng stood in front of the chopping board and silently clasped the table with his fingers.

The drawings were drawn by him, and some small mechanisms on them were already blurred. Whether they were really effective would have to be made before they could know.

"Start work." He glanced at Maisolin with a faint look: "Tell me what materials are needed."

"No, I have the materials here. I praise Shi Dong. These things are so perfect!" The old dwarf waved his hand: "Change me!"

He is ready to do it himself.

A large pile of iron lumps were placed beside the stove, and the bellows were pulled and the flames were boiling!

After the old dwarf melted the iron, he began to determine the mold according to the structure on the drawings.

It is undeniable that the dwarves are indeed natural craftsmen. From the beginning of construction, the old dwarves' expressions have become serious and focused, and their stubborn hands seem to become the fingers of the harpist, flexible and mobile.

The forging method of the Blue Wind Continent is different from that on Earth.

What they used to transform metal properties are some colorful crystals.

Green stones, red face crystals, blue sea sand, falling alum, thorny soil... Some things that Yang Zheng had never heard of.

"Cha!"

After a breaking sound, the old dwarf was furious and thundered the blacksmith's hammer on the iron box beside him, and roared: "How could the damn Xia (Goddess of Doom) break?"

"Impossible, impossible!"

The old dwarf went back to work and poured molten iron into the thread-shaped mold.

After cooling down, he took it out carefully... He stared at the freshly baked "spring" on his hand and laughed: "I said it won't break...ah!"

The laughter came to an abrupt end, and he squeezed it hard, and the spring broke again.

The old dwarf was walking anxiously like a lion trapped in a cage.

Yang Zheng had never seen such a unique race. The dwarf was simply a musket, with his joy, anger, sorrow, and joy that was astonishing as hell.

Although Yang Zheng had no research on forging, he could still understand such a simple truth: "The hardness of iron is too high, you have to increase elasticity and toughness to it!"

"Of course I know that there is so much added to the Blue Sea Sha. Could it be that I have eaten a dry meal?" The old dwarf was so irritable that he shouted out without passing through his brain.

As soon as he finished scolding, he burst into cold sweat. The person in front of him could easily kill him.
To be continued...