Lord of the Black Mist: Begin with Infinite Activation

Chapter 110 109. Harvest
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After entering the dwarf's cave, Allen found that the cave inside was more intricate than he had imagined.

The Heavy Hammer tribe seemed to have hollowed out the entire mountain, digging the inside like an ant's nest, and every few steps they would come across a forked hole.

And they kept moving forward, so Allen even felt that they had hollowed out part of the underground.

Such a labyrinth-like cave, without Magni leading the way, would lose its way and be completely trapped in it whenever a creature stepped into it.

It has to be said that fortunately the whole mountain is made of stones, otherwise the dwarves would have collapsed the mountain if they dug halfway through.

Allen and the others followed Magni all the way down, shuttled back and forth in the cave, and finally arrived at their destination when everyone was dizzy.

This is a cave with a very spacious entrance - to be exact, it's more like a basement hall.

Magni went in first, and inserted the torch into the iron frame of the wall, and the trolls followed him and got in, setting torches all around.

The dark cave was gradually illuminated.

Under the firelight, the silver light in the cave flickered, and rows of armors were neatly hung on wooden frames, shining like stars in the night sky, looking spectacular and beautiful.

Allen walked to the front armor and tapped it twice with his hand, and the dull sound echoed in the cave.

Although he didn't know how to tell a good piece of armor, he could tell that it wasn't the sound of thin iron.

Allen reached out and touched it, but the armor was not thick.

The basic principle of a good pair of armor is to ensure sufficient protection and be as light as possible so that the soldiers wearing it can still be flexible and all movements will not be restricted.

Allen picked up a breastplate and shook it in his hand, his eyes lit up.

This is at least one-third lighter than that made by the blacksmith of Nord Island!

Wearing this kind of thing on the black front wolf riders will greatly reduce the impact on speed!

Looking at the armor full of caves, Allen couldn't help the joy in his heart, and quickly turned around inside.

There are a total of eight rows in the cave, and there are five wooden frames in one row, which means that there are a total of forty sets of armor in this cave.

"Are these armors all the achievements of the Hammer tribe?"

Allen looked at Magni and asked.

"No, my lord, this is just a place where I store my works."

McNee's face was a little embarrassed, and he explained: "I'm not good at making armor, so I've only produced these fairly delicate works over the years."

"Um,"

Allen nodded slightly. He also felt that the entire Heavy Hammer tribe had more than just this for so many years.

"Wait, you just said that there are only these fairly delicate works..."

Allen suddenly came to his senses and asked, "Is there anything less refined?"

"Yes, even a master will fail sometimes."

Magni pointed to the cave on the other side, "That's where I store my failed works, and I'll recast them when I have time."

"Come on, take me to see it."

Allen ordered in a deep voice.

Magni was shy and a little puzzled, wondering why the master wanted to see his failed work.

But since Allen had already said it, of course Magni couldn't refuse, picked up the torch on the wall and walked ahead.

Following his footsteps, Allen quickly saw what Magni said was a failure.

This is a more spacious cave than before, but the scene inside is completely different.

Various armor parts are placed randomly, stacked together like a hill, almost filling the entire cave.

Allen stepped forward and picked up a arm armor casually, and Jin Roque immediately handed the torch to him.

Allen looked through it carefully, and felt that it was not much worse than what his blacksmith made, and it seemed that it was even better than theirs.

"Sorry, my lord, there are a lot of failed works..."

Next to him, Magni shrugged embarrassingly, a little nervously.

"Very good, very good."

Allen put down his arm armor, stood up, and ordered: "Move these away in a while."

"what?"

Magni froze for a moment, and was about to say something but was interrupted by Allen raising his hand.

Then Allen added: "The same goes for other dwarves, no matter what works fail or not, move them out!"

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Magni will naturally implement what Allen said.

So under the guidance of the dwarves, the trolls began to be busy in the cave like hardworking ants, moving the armor out of the cave.

And Magni's real work is a weapon. When the troll was carrying the armor, he led Alan to another cave.

The walls here are covered with weapons.

Two-handed swords, one-handed swords, short swords, hand axes, battle axes, giant axes, long-handled knives, giant hammers, and various weapons that Allen can't name.

Allen took down the nearest dagger, waved it at the wooden frame next to it, and a piece of the wooden frame was cut off immediately!
"This……"

Allen just felt that cutting wood with this dagger is as easy as cutting tofu!
"Is this short sword enchanted?" Allen asked.

Magni shook his head and replied, "No, master."

Then he sighed and said, "Unfortunately, there is no enchanted weapon here, otherwise my work would be more perfect!"

"Then how did you dwarves forge such sharp weapons?" Allen asked suspiciously.

"The most suitable material, the skill of continuous tempering, and a dedicated heart!"

Magni replied with a serious face.

Obviously, although what he said to Allen sounded very false, Magni seemed to really think so.

Allen took a deep breath, curled his lips, and didn't ask any more questions.

He didn't plan to be a blacksmith either, he just asked casually out of curiosity, the specific answer is not important.

"However, Magni, the Hammer tribe has existed for so long, so there should be more than that?"

Allen looked around at all the forging works in the cave, and added: "I mean, besides these, there should be works of ancestors that have been handed down in your clan, right?"

"some,"

Magni nodded slightly, and said: "Every hammer dwarf who passed away, all his works will be smelted by the tribe, but one of the most satisfying ones will be selected and left in the tribe for inheritance."

"Yes, it is this kind of work!"

There was a smile on Alan's face, and he said, "Go, take me there now!"

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Magni led Allen down a further distance, and then came to a large pit about one meter high.

It was pitch black inside, and Allen couldn't look down on anything until Magni, who came with him, walked along the edge and lit all the torches one by one.

Only then did Allen discover that there were stone tablets standing in the pit, engraved with words he could not understand.

Allen guessed that this should be the unique language of the dwarves.

And on these steles, there are various forging items, armor, chain mail, giant swords, and even claw hooks.

Allen didn't know whether these dwarf works were considered masterpieces, but he could tell from the densely packed stone tablets that the Heavy Hammer tribe did have a long history.

Allen didn't dislike these things that belonged to dead dwarves. He looked at Magni calmly and asked, "Which of these works lasts the longest?"

Magni didn't answer directly, but pointed inside and said, "The further you go inside, the longer it will last."

"okay, I get it."

Allen picked up the torch and walked towards the innermost part, and stopped next to a pair of dusty armor.

Then he rolled over and jumped down, putting his hands on the armor,

"activation!"

　There will be another chapter tomorrow during the day

　　
　
(End of this chapter)