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When Tony was researching just now, Steve and Dior chatted a lot, and the job of introducing each other was handed over to Steve.

Zhang Ming walked out of the temporary base, came to an open space, and shouted to the sky:

"Heimdall! Open the Rainbow Bridge!"

A colorful light instantly descended from the sky.

"Destination: Dwarf Kingdom - Nidaville!"

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Nidaville is the country of the dwarves. As in various stories and legends, the dwarves are the most outstanding craftsmen in the world. They possess mysterious power and profound knowledge, but they do not use these powers to fight .

Compared with the battlefield, they are more keen on the hot forging platform, or that is the battlefield that can inspire their blood the most.

The Rainbow Bridge disappeared, and Zhang Ming appeared in Nidaville. The dazzling light above his head made him unable to open his eyes.

A passionate and rough voice appeared next to Zhang Ming: "Oh, a Midgardian is really a rare visitor. Come on, kid, put this on, or you will go blind after a while."

A wide palm stretched out, the knuckles of the fingers were thick, but the skin of the palm was very delicate. In the palm of his hand, there was a gold leaf the size of a fingernail.

Zhang Ming picked up the gold leaf.

"Put it on your forehead."

Zhang Ming couldn't feel the other party's malice, and what he said was right, the light became more dazzling, even if he squinted into a slit, his eyes still hurt.

After obediently pasting the gold leaf on his forehead, it quickly deformed, extending down along the veins of the leaf, and finally turned into a thin layer, something like an eye patch.

Zhang Ming was finally able to open his eyes, and he saw the sun above his head occupying one-third of the sky, and it was emitting light selflessly.

Really unique country.

The eye patch is a good thing, this is the look...

The third-angle camera captured him perfectly, and Zhang Ming felt like a pervert with a bra on his face.

"Haha! How about it, so it won't be dazzling! The eye structure of your Midgardians is relatively fragile, so you must protect it. This thing is not an eye mask, but a breastplate I made for a female warrior, but She thought...it wasn't pretty, so she never took it away, don't worry, it's never used."

A dwarf uncle in his early [-] meters laughed loudly and patted Zhang Ming on the back vigorously.

It's really a bra...

Three black lines appeared on the top of Zhang Ming's head. That female soldier had a really good temper. Such a see-through breastplate was no longer "unattractive", but could be considered sexual harassment, right?

If it was Sif, she would probably have drawn out her sword and slashed people.

"I'm Torbjörn Lindholm, you can call me Torbjörn."

"Hi, I'm Zhang Ming, thank you for your... blindfold."

"You like it is the best compliment to me." Torbion said, "I have heard of your name, the hero who guarded Asgard, the ridiculous lock on your wrist, or my great-great-great-grandfather Made it by hand."

"Such a coincidence."

It was only later that Zhang Ming learned that the dwarves have a long lifespan. Basically, a family will live together, which facilitates the spread of the family's forging skills. As long as he walks around, everyone he meets will say "Oh! This is what I once... A weapon made by my grandfather!"

The less "Zeng" added, the greater the seniority and the stronger the forging technology.

"Okay, Zhang Ming, the warrior from Midgard, tell me why you are here. If I can help you, I will do my best."

Asgard has been allied with the dwarves for generations. Dwarves craftsmen provide Asgard with powerful magic weapons and armor, and the Asgardians use these treasures to protect the peace of Nidaville.

As the hero who saved Asgard, Zhang Ming is a trustworthy friend in the eyes of the dwarves.

Zhang Ming took out half of the staff.

"Just a few hours ago, two strange aliens sneaked into the earth, which is Midgard. During the battle with them, I cut off the weapon of one of them. I came here this time to invite the dwarves The craftsman of the clan, help me to see the source of this weapon."

"That's it? No need to build weapons?" Torbjörn asked.

"not needed for now."

It is a rare opportunity to ask the dwarves to build weapons. After realizing it, Zhang Ming quickly asked, "What conditions do you need to build weapons?"

"For others, there will be so many conditions."

Tobion opened his arms and drew a big circle, and he continued: "But for you, just tell us what kind of weapon, armor or magic item you want, and we will recommend master craftsmen who are best at it, The rest is to prepare the materials. Hiring a master craftsman is very expensive, and you are a friend of the dwarves, so it is free."

"What kind of master are you?" Zhang Ming asked.

"Me? It's still far away. Maybe when I have a great-great-great-grandson, I can become a master." Torbion took the half of the staff.

"But I'm still good at identifying weapons. My family is known as the encyclopedia of weaponry. I think that's why Heimdall sent you to me. Come with me. Behind me is my forging room. "

The age of the dwarves is a mystery. They live a long life and like to grow beards. After reaching a certain age, they can't tell the age at all.

On the way, Tobion sometimes called him Grandpa and sometimes Uncle. Anyway, most of the people he saw were relatives, and more interestingly, they all looked similar.

"Here we are, this is it."

Torbjörn opened a heavy metal door, and as soon as he opened the door, a wave of heat hit his face.The forging room is very large, and all kinds of weapons are placed on the walls, on the ground, and wherever you can see.

In the center of the furnace is burning, and the source of the flame is...

"Is this a dragon?"

Four corgi-sized little dragons with crimson hair continuously spit out pure white flames towards the furnace, and they still spit fire alternately. Whoever gets tired takes a short rest, and there is a cup of " drinks".