Born to be a dragon I'm sorry!

Chapter 11 Young forging apprentices, hurry up and create miracles!
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The heavy hammer fell rhythmically on the anvil.

The red-burned long sword embryo placed right above continuously burst out fiery sparks under the forceful knocks again and again.

A big hand firmly holds the hammer, and the stretched upper body reveals a masculine physique that makes people unable to take their eyes off.

The troll in front of him has two snow-white fangs with impossibly perfect arcs. The muscles all over his body are sharp and angular, and each piece contains explosive force, allowing him to survive even if he swings an astonishingly heavy hammer. wind!
The hot air made Itarek sweat profusely, but he stared at his work very seriously.

The dripping sweat touched the long sword being forged, and wisps of smoke came out.

The troll girl who looked at it with a distressed face couldn't wait to stick it on and help him wipe off the sweat intimately, and then rubbed an unforgettable spark of love!

It's just that her painstaking efforts were doomed to be in vain, and Italek's attention was not on the other party at all.

An exasperated shout came from behind.

"You elm head! How many times have I told you that fire breathes, and you must beat it to the rhythm of its breathing!

What you are building is not a weapon, but a partner who pours your feelings and life into it. You must dig out what shape it wants, rather than force it to shape according to your will! "

The crutch hit Itarek's head unceremoniously, making the clumsy blacksmith apprentice shrink back.

If Old Hawk knew that he was beating a black dragon that could destroy their entire civilization at any time, he didn't dare to fight back, I don't know what kind of expression he would show.

"I've been teaching you for so long and I can't learn it. Today's wages are gone! I'll pay you when you learn it!"

"Dad, how can you be so rude?!"

Before Itarek said anything, the nympho troll girl had already blown her hair.

They wanted to compete with their greedy father, but the two trolls were about the same size, so they quarreled with each other for a while.

Italek has long been familiar with this.

There is not much concept of filial piety in the civilization of trolls. Being able to raise their heirs and be fed by their children when they are old is considered filial piety.

He was still immersed in the teachings that Old Hawk said, and vaguely seemed to see that strange tail of inspiration.

I don't know if it's because of the change of the world, or because I, as a black dragon, are naturally close to flames.

Italek could feel that what old Hawke said about feeling the breath of flames was not just nonsense. In terms of forging, this old man with a hunched back so bent that he couldn't stand upright did have some real skills!

Nourishes—

The blushing long sword embryo was put into water to cool it down, and a large sheet of water vapor suddenly burst out, covering the sight.

Old Hawk looked at Itarek's follow-up operation, stood beside him and couldn't help shaking his head, accompanied by knocking on the head and insulting him from time to time.

"Hey, old Hawk, when did you have a new face in your blacksmith shop?"

People haven't arrived yet.

The warm and familiar voice sounded first, and even with eyes closed, I could imagine the appearance of the other party's hippie smiling face.

I saw a troll soldier wearing armor who obviously belonged to the city defense army filed in, and greeted the old Hawk who rolled his eyes familiarly.

"Uncle Parkin, you haven't come in yet, how do you know we've found a new apprentice?"

"Of course I heard the news from Big Mouth Alison, and not only that, he also said that the salary of blacksmiths will rise sharply in a while, and all blacksmiths will be entrusted with important tasks by His Majesty Tolisso!"

"Huh, what is the important task, it must be to let us build some new weapons at our own expense. We want to have good quality with less oil and water, and it will be of no use except to delay my business."

"What you said is wrong, this time is different from before!"

Parkin frowns furiously, lowers his voice quietly, with an indescribably wretched look on his face.

But the old Hawk, who pretended not to care, pricked up his ears silently, and the troll girl scratched her ears and cheeks, eager to know what secrets he could tell.

"You know about the big conscription that has been raging recently, right? Tsk tsk tsk, there are more fighters recruited there than we can fight, but no matter how powerful a fighter is, he still needs a weapon at hand.

My brother's brother's aunt's son told me that all the blacksmiths were top priority this time around.

As long as there is a blacksmith who is willing to move to the palace and be responsible for forging weapons every day, he can get hundreds of stone coins for each one. This is much better than you guarding this mess! "

Old Hawke couldn't help being greatly moved.

But then he realized something was wrong, and pointed at Parkin's nose angrily.

"Tell me honestly, have you accepted the benefits of the palace?"

"...I am originally a city defense force, and it is my ability to receive benefits!"

When Parkin saw this, he didn't pretend anymore, he patted Old Hawke's shoulder carelessly, and said happily.

"Old Hawk, you are quite old, and you will work for a few years in the end, and when you save enough money, it would be great to enjoy your old age in peace!
The palace did not force you not to leave.

It’s just that you know the current situation. We are about to start a war with the Soul Eater. There is a serious shortage of arrows and spears. If there is no help from a master blacksmith like you, many trolls will definitely die on the battlefield ! "

"Fuck off, I can build whatever I want, and no one can give me orders!"

Angrily, Old Hawk drove Parkin out with his crutches, but the other party was not angry, and before leaving, he waved to Itarek in a friendly way.

Angrily, he leaned on crutches again.

When Old Hawk returned to the blacksmith shop, the sight of Itarek and the troll girl made him frown.

"What are you looking at? Is there a stone coin on my face?"

"Father, are you really not going to help the palace? I heard that the Soul Eater is difficult to deal with."

"Help me! They haven't paid for the batch of armaments they forged back then. I owed them in my previous life or something?"

Old Hawk cursed for a while.

Sitting on the threshold and smoking a cigarette, he was still complaining and swearing non-stop. Obviously, the old troll had left a lot of resentment for the debts he owed back then.

After a meeting.

Old Hawk went into the room and dug out a wooden box full of raw ore the size of a finger, and threw it in front of Itarek in a rude manner, and said reluctantly.

"Your understanding of forging is so bad!
If you can forge all these arrows for me within three days, then your forging skills may still be saved, and I will let you learn some real skills! "

The troll girl chuckled vaguely from the side.

"Quiet me—!!"

Old Hawk roared angrily, and then looked at Italek with the shame of wanting to kill someone.

Italek tried to hold back a laugh.

He picked up a piece of raw ore with his fingers, looked at it, and said meaningfully.

"In three days, I'll finish building these, but I hope to see what you have at the bottom of the box."

"Hmph, how much you can learn depends on your ability, don't expect me to explain it to you a second time!"

Old Hawk snorted coldly.

Time pressed the speed button in the hot air of the blacksmith shop, as well as the sounds of forging and reprimanding.

Wait until 8 years have passed.

A strange blacksmith genius was born in the city of Borneo. Even during the increasingly tense preparation period, he alarmed the troll king and invited him to summon him in person!
(End of this chapter)