After the Full Level of the Profession

When the dwarf leader said these few words, he was very confident, with a proud expression on his face!

Eight hundred dwarf warriors, when they put down their weapons and pick up tools, they are eight hundred world-class blacksmiths. If they are distinguished by the "hierarchical system" that humans like to play, more than half of these 800 blacksmiths are expert-level. A small part belongs to the master class, and the dwarf leader himself is a "grand master class."

His grandmaster-level big blacksmith belongs to the typical "three years without opening, but three years after opening." It only takes a few months to carefully craft a grandmaster-level weapon and sell it to a human merchant. Can earn hundreds of gold coins.

When Robb first came to this world, he rubbed out a master-level "flying dragon leather armor", which made Probo stunned, and this dwarf leader had the same strength.

However, as soon as he finished these few words, the elven elder next to him laughed out loud, with a sneer in his voice.

The dwarf leader was angry: "What's the matter? Damn elf, what pretend to be great again?"

The elder elder shook his head and said: "No, no, no, I didn't plan to say anything to pretend to be great, I just want to remind you that you don't need to be responsible for making swords and armors here. These pediatric things have long been in the Great Druid. In his eyes."

"Huh?" The dwarf leader turned his head and looked at Robb with a puzzled look.

Robb had no choice but to say: "Mr. Elder is right. We don't need swords or armor here. We need you to make other weapons, cough, or more than weapons, but more interesting things."

"You don't need swords or armor? How can you resist the army of monsters?" the dwarf leader asked curiously.

At this moment, Elsie’s voice sounded not far away: “Godfather, is the dwarven army coming? You ordered the subordinate to prepare temporary shelters for the dwarves. Now they are all completed. The subordinate can take them at any time. Go check in."

Hearing this, the leader of the dwarf naturally turned his head to look at who prepared a place for his tribe. I don’t know. I was shocked when I saw it. I saw the head of Elsie standing in the church. At the gate of the yard, behind him followed a large group of professional soldiers from Westwind Town.

These people are all dressed in uniform steel armors and helmets, and each of them looks like they are drawn on a mold.

From the eyes of the dwarf leader, you can tell at a glance that this large group of people wears the top steel armors, and they do not lose to their own craftsmanship and workmanship. This kind of armor should be a piece of armor in the human world. It's hard to find, even in the tribe of dwarves, not many people can wear such fine equipment. Unexpectedly, there is actually a large group here, all dressed in exactly the same way!

"The stone is on!" The dwarf leader exclaimed, "What a great armor? There are so many pieces."

Elf Elder: "I knew his performance would be like this."

Robb spread his hands.

The dwarf leader jumped to Elsie's side in a flash, looked left, right, and rotated around him, studying the armor incomparably: "This workmanship, this detail, this carving, this enchantment... The craftsmanship of that rough iron car is a hundred times more beautiful, oh no! It is a thousand times, this is the work of a real artist."

Robb secretly praised this person for his vision!

The big train is an old craftsman from Robb’s Westwind Technical School. It takes the diesel engine of the robot as the core, plus some simple and rough drawings drawn by Robb, and then developed it by himself. The workmanship is of course an expert blacksmith. s level.

However, the armor worn by Elsie and the soldiers was rubbed by Robb on the hook. It was at the level of a real master-level blacksmith. Not only did it have master-level workmanship, but also the aesthetics of later generations of art, plus random enchantments. .

If you don't look at the "science" attached to it and just look at the workmanship, the workmanship of these armors is indeed much stronger.

The dwarf leader said: "Are there any great master craftsmen in Westwind? Which dwarf tribe comes from?"

Robb was too lazy to speak, but the elven elder pointed his finger at him and said, "It was made by the Archdruid."

"What?" The dwarf leader looked at Robb, startled: "You did it?"

"Yes!" Robb said, "I did it all."

Dwarf leader: "Are you also a master craftsman? Very strong, comparable to me."

"Thanks, I just know a little bit." Robb said a standard Chinese humility.

The dwarf leader didn't believe that he only knew a little, but the master-level blacksmith skills could not be faked. He thought about it carefully with his not very clever mind, then looked up and said: "Well, I think you really don't need us to make swords and armors, because you obviously have all your soldiers armed. In this way, what weapons do you need our help to make?"

"Wait a moment, I'll let you see it soon." Robb turned his head and said, "Commander Elsie, please go and bring the steam tank over."

"Okay!" Head Elsie hurriedly went.

"Steam tank? What is it?"

"This thing is not clear, but as soon as you see it, you will understand." Although the Elf Elder helped to explain: "Don't be scared, when I first saw it, I was so scared. One jump."

A day before the change, the elven elder said this to the dwarf leader. The latter definitely jumped up and scolded the elves for pretending to be forceful. It seems to be different from all the human towns he has seen before. There are novel big iron carts and piles of master-level swords and armors. It is not surprising that there are some very powerful weapons here.

He thought to himself: As long as I am mentally prepared, I won't be frightened. No matter what novelty, I can be calm and calm.

Ten minutes later, the steam tank is coming!

The steam tank with its tracks rumbling over while spraying white steam.

The dwarf leader only glanced at it and completely Spartan: "So, there is a big iron car that can run without rails? The stone is on it! This thing is too... too powerful! This is the real weapon."

He suddenly thought of something, and suddenly turned his head and said to Robb: "You brought this thing over and asked me to imitate it, right? Are you going to teach me to do this? Are you really going to teach me?"

He suddenly became excited: "This thing is too powerful, is it the same technology as that big train that can drag ten cars? I want to learn, I want to learn this."