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In the moment of a jingling knock, Diago opened his eyes with difficulty.

In front of him, he rubbed his eyes and Diago sat up from the bed. Although the movement was not large, with these movements, he only felt that his entire brain was scattered like yellow eggs, swaying in his head, making people dizzy and a split headache.

He couldn't help but let out a painful moan and stopped all movements. After a long time, the pain slowly subsided.

He turned his head carefully and looked around, and the place where he saw was strange.

This is a dwarf-style house. The furnishings in the house are simple and simple. Apart from a cabinet, a wooden table and the bed under his butt, there is no other furniture in the house.

"Where am I?" He thought for a while but couldn't confirm where this was-in fact, most of this time he spent in a while, and his consciousness was stiff like a fill of lead, and he couldn't rotate at all.

At this moment, a severe pain came from his throat, stimulating his brain. He subconsciously licked his lips, instinctively searching in the room.

Although it was very conspicuous, Diago's dull eyes swept back and forth several times before he confirmed that the copper pot on the bedside table was what he wanted to find. He picked up the kettle in a daze and drank it in the mouth of the pot.

The cold liquid entered his dry throat, and he felt an indescribable feeling of comfort. He poured half a pot in one breath, and then he felt that his whole body had loosened a lot, and his brain finally woke up, as if the soul that had been lost for a long time had finally been retrieved.

He stood up from the bed as smoothly as possible and walked towards the door.

When he opened the door, the dazzling sunlight suddenly shone into his eyes, causing him to squint his eyes in a conditioned manner. After a while, he finally saw the scene around him clearly after adapting to the light.

This is a small courtyard with a twenty-yard square. Opposite Diago is a forging workshop with an iron smelting furnace. The jingle sound of forging is heard from it. On the left side of the yard are piled with various ore and forged blanks, while on the shelf on the right are some forged weapons and tools.

Diago walked slowly to the entrance of the workshop and looked inside.

In the workshop, Thurum, who was shirtless and had a blacksmith's apron hanging on his chest, was forging a strip of steel billets hard. This kind of work that usually required two people for human blacksmiths, was done by the old dwarf alone. He used the control of strength alone to knock the effect of a sledgehammer and a small hammer with a hand hammer.

Thurum focused on forging, and did not notice Diago's arrival at all. His movements were as stable as a machine, his thick arms were almost unshakable, and his whole body looked like a moving steel statue.

"Are you okay, man?" As the old dwarf inserted the strip into the bucket to quench it, the old dwarf finally noticed Diago poking at the door.

"Although still alive," Diago said in a dry voice. He didn't want to drink so much yesterday, but after a few glasses of wine, he didn't have to persuade the old dwarf to drink, so he started to look for people to drink with his cup.

"Do you want to knock a few times?" Thurum stuffed the cooled strips into the stove again and raised an eyebrow at Diago. For the dwarf, the best way to sober up is to go to the forge and just sweat.

"No, I feel that I am so weak that I can't even hold a toothpick up." Diago shook his head and rejected his suggestion.

"I said, this is not like you at all. You know, we both fucked everyone in the bar last night." Thurum said proudly, "I can guarantee that the entire dwarf area is impressed by you now."

"Fuck it? Are you talking about drinking or fighting?" Diago asked in confusion. They started drinking from noon yesterday and continued until midnight. He still remembered it at the beginning, but he was completely unclear about what he gave birth to.

"There are both, starting with a fight, then fighting!"

"No wonder!" Diago suddenly realized, and he grinned his teeth and touched his cheeks. I said, how can I loosen my back teeth when I drink?

"Tell me, what are you looking for me?" Just as Diago was wondering if he was looking for a mirror to look at his swollen wooden old face, Thurum suddenly said.

"Ah?" Diago was stunned, "Oh, it's okay, I'm just here to have a drink with you, it's okay."

"Come on, man, if it's okay, you won't come to me!" The old dwarf looked like "I've seen through you long ago."

"Okay, okay, I'm here to find you to melt a magic source ingot!" Diago said awkwardly.

"Demonized Source Ingot?" The old dwarf's face suddenly became solemn. He used iron tongs to pull the strip out of the stove, threw it on the anvil, and then walked towards the door.

"Are you talking about the Demonized Source Ingot?"

Diago didn't say anything, just nodded.

Thurum just casually slapped on an iron ingot at the door, falling into deep thought.

Diago was not worried that he would refuse, because for the dwarf blacksmith, participating in the forging of an extraordinary work is the supreme glory, and no one can reject this temptation.

You should know that in the history of Azeroth, almost every weapon forged with the magical source ingot is a magical weapon. This most original substance in the Azeroth world is the best carrier of various mortal forces. Whether it is the power of a dragon or the power of element, the magical source ingot can exert their most powerful power.

As early as ancient times, goblins once created the carrier of the magical dragon soul for the Death Wing, a golden disc. However, after escaping into the deep rock continent, goblins created source armor for the Death Wing, bound its cracked body so that its body would not disintegrate and collapse.

In the previous life of Diago, the Magic Source Ingot was also the main material for forging the artifact Thunder Wrath Wind Chaser's Blessing Sword. This artifact was filled with the power of the Wind Element Prince - Sunderland, the Wind Chaser, and had unparalleled powerful power.

Diago didn't wait long. The dwarf stood up again after less than half a quarter of an hour.

"Sorry, man, I have to sit quietly for a while before I can ensure that I won't be exploding my blood vessels by this amazing news!" He took a deep breath, then looked at Diago with anticipation and said, "You didn't lie to me just now, right?"

"Of course not." Diago took the treasure chest out of the devil's cloth bag and opened it in front of the dwarf.

"Oh my God, it's so beautiful!" Thurum murmured at the colorful fragment with his eyes straight, stretching out his hand to touch it. Then, the wonderful experience that Diago had experienced a few days ago gave birth to him again.

About a few minutes later, Thurum finally woke up, and he moved his eyes away from the fragments with difficulty and looked at Diago.

"When will we start? I can't wait for a minute!"&1t;/nett>

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