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As soon as we arrived in Harrogas, a blanket of snowflakes mixed with the howling mountain wind blew us so hard that we could hardly open our eyes...

"Is the snow in Harrogas in the second world so heavy?" I pulled the top edge of my cloak and hat tightly with my hands to prevent it from blowing off, and asked Qiaxi next to me, my voice was almost sharp, afraid that

The smaller ones will be submerged by wind and snow.

Qiaxi, who was also covered in a cloak, nodded her chin slightly. When she came to her hometown, her soul seemed to be summoned. Her whole person began to become trance-like and absent-minded. Her steps were messy and staggering, but she was moving firmly in one direction.

Go.

Seeing this, I stopped talking, silently gathered Princess Sanwu into my cloak, and followed Qiaxi behind her step by step.

There is really heavy snow like goose feathers under the sky, densely packed, like a snow-white gauze blocking the eyes. Even for me, a druid with sharp eyes and ears, if I don't use my strength to separate the wind and snow, the visibility will be almost zero, Qiaxi

She was clearly just a few steps ahead, and her cloak that was blowing back was right under my eyes, and I could only see a faint, blurry black edge.

It's like walking with your eyes closed, you can only rely on your feelings to reflect the surrounding environment into your mind.

Obviously this was the case, but Qiaxi walked faster and faster. It was as if the route here had been deeply reflected in her bone marrow and soul. From the moment she walked out of the teleportation array, her steps were never confused or stopped.

He hesitated for a moment, and never changed because of a wrong step. It was like having a navigation device in my mind that was accurate to the millimeter level.

After experiencing a rare harsh natural environment, I struggled to follow Qiaxi in front of me. After walking for about ten minutes, I finally found something else in the pure white world.

That was the tinkling sound of a hammer. No matter how much the mountain wind whistled in my ears, the crisp sounds were still clear, as if they were real and penetrated the heavy snowstorm into my ears.

The voice is as firm and confident as ever. Full of focus. Full of sincerity. It is obviously full of strength, but it also gives people a contrasting gentleness, like a mother holding her child in her arms. She pats it gently, as if it has life.

Everything, the feeling of completely forgetting everything else.

This kind of concentration, this love, this piety and skill, I have only heard from a few well-known blacksmiths such as Mu Aodonggua. As for the giant blacksmith Rukogas, that is another realm, and it can even be said that

It is a brand new technique, just like the difference in production value between the agricultural era and the industrial era, it cannot be compared.

Even Mu Aodonggua may not be able to reach that level in this life. It is not because of lack of talent and hard work, but because of racial superiority. Just like the strongest human beings, they have never been able to compare with the strongest ones from the angelic dragon clan.

, As for Qiaxi, even if she is willing to accept the inheritance, I think it is worth celebrating if she can reach one-tenth of the level of Lukogas.

I put aside my thoughts and followed Qiaxi attentively. Now besides Qiaxi's cloak, there was one more thing that could guide me forward, and that was the tinkling sound of a hammer. There is no doubt that it can make such a sound.

There is only one blacksmith in Halogasi, and that is the best blacksmith here, Rasuk, Chaxi’s father.

After a few minutes, Qiaxi's footsteps finally stopped.

A gust of howling wind blew open the heavy snow curtain in front of me, allowing me to vaguely see the outline of the tall stone house in front of me, as well as an open-walled shed next to the door of the stone house. It was still made of huge stones and was dark blue-grey.

The ancient stone surface not only proves how strong it is and has survived decades of blizzards in Harrogath, but it can also be seen that it has been frequently influenced by fires.

In an open stone shed with only one wall, a huge one-piece forging workshop is blowing thick smoke from the chimney, making rumbling sounds from time to time, giving people a slightly steampunk feel. Below is a burning fire, a

The figure of the giant is facing away from us, banging hard on the forging bed. The source of the tinkling sound is right there.

The snowstorm seemed to have weakened a bit, and Qiaxi's pace stayed at a distance just enough to see the back. Even though his back was turned to her, I was still very sure that Qiaxi was crying while looking at that back.

"Father...Father..." After standing there for a long time, Qiaxi's body was already covered with snow. When she was about to turn into a snowman, she gently let out a low and vague cry from her mouth, the heart of a wanderer, the return home.

Love, homesickness and cowardice are all vividly reflected in this sound.

It was very difficult for me, standing behind her, to hear her shout this.

However, Rasuk, who had his back to us and was at least ten meters away, suddenly tilted the hammer in his hand, which had always landed on the same point accurately every time, after Qiaxi's voice sounded.

The "ding" sound was like a complete and smooth piece of music, when a wrong accent note was accidentally played, and the "bang" sound was particularly harsh.

Not only that, this tilt made Rasuk unable to hold the hammer firmly. He bounced up, made a few playful spins on the forging bed, and then fell to the snowy ground, completely submerged in the snowdrift with a whoosh.

No shadow can be seen.

This may be the first time in Rasuk's blacksmithing career that such a huge mistake has occurred. Even when he was a beginner, the hammer that the blacksmith regarded as life would not be able to hold it firmly and fall from his hand.

As for how to guess this, we can get a glimpse of it from Qiaxi's huge reaction.

For her, her father has always been the target of respect and pursuit. In the impression she had since childhood, the back of her father, a blacksmith, was as tall and strong as the three barbarian ancestors on the top of the Arreat Mountains.

Standing tall and never making a mistake.

"Father." Qiaxi exclaimed, no longer caring about the many complicated emotions in his heart, and ran up quickly. Behind Rasuk, he looked at him anxiously, but did not dare to step forward.

"Are you back?" Rasuk squatted down calmly, pawed on the snowdrift, looking for the hammer he dropped, and then responded calmly, as if his daughter had just returned from school.

"Yes...yes." Qiaxi lowered his head, bit his lip, and tears fell drop by drop.

"How many times have I told you?" Rasuk was still picking up the snow on the ground. The snow was as thick as his knees. Only a thin layer was left. The hammer had already been exposed, and he was on top of it.

Wiping it, it seems as if the snow particles on it weigh a thousand pounds and must be completely cleaned before it can be held.

After wiping it, his hands were covered with snow. He rubbed it hard on his face to melt the snow, and then continued wiping it.

"How many times have I said, when I am busy... No. Never disturb any blacksmith while he is working. This is the most basic courtesy. Why would you, as a blacksmith, make such a stupid mistake?

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"Yes, I was wrong, father." Qiaxi was like a mouse meeting a cat in front of his father. He didn't dare to take a breath and responded submissively.

"That's not enough. If you want to become a qualified blacksmith, you are too naive. It's like treating the blacksmith as a house."

"Father, I..." Qiaxi was willing to listen to anything, except for her yearning for the blacksmith, which she could not give in to. It had been since she was a child, when she saw her father's tall figure in front of the forge and heard the crisp sound of the hammer falling.

, something that has been engraved in your bones when you feel the warmth of fire and metal.

"There is nothing we can do." Rasuk didn't wait for his daughter to finish, and interrupted her roughly. He picked up the spotless hammer and placed it heavily on the forging bed, making a loud noise.

"The snow has been so heavy these days that no one can work at all. I just have nothing to do, so I will reluctantly tell you about it so that you can know how difficult it is to become a qualified blacksmith. You can know as soon as possible

Quit when it's difficult and don't always cause trouble to everyone."

With that said, Rasuk turned and walked back into the house, still leaving a cold figure behind, not facing his daughter from beginning to end.

"Uncle Rasuk, I'm here too." Seeing that he seemed to completely ignore me, although I didn't want to disturb the special father-daughter emotional exchange and dialogue between him and Qiaxi, I had to prove my presence at least.

"Is it... is it Mr. Wu?" Rasuk's perfectly decorated calm and majestic father's voice suddenly showed a flaw, and he flashed panic.

"It's me. It's really sad. I finally got your daughter back, but the uncle didn't even look at me from the front." I pretended to be aggrieved, but in fact I looked at Rasuk's back with narrow and malicious intentions.

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"No...it's not like that, it's like this. I just finished working and my face is dark. I'm afraid I'll scare you. Well, yes, that's it." Rasuk became more panicked and refused to do anything.

Yes, nothing like his usual style.

But I’m already laughing so hard that my stomach is so full. Uncle Rasuk, please don’t hide it. Besides Qiaxi, who else can’t guess that your face must be full of tears now?

Rasuk was also smart. When he saw me as a troublemaker, in order to forcibly restore his father's dignity, he yelled: "Mother, my daughter is back, and Mr. Wu is here too. Come out to pick up the guests quickly!"

I staggered. What do you mean by coming out to pick up a guest? This guy was really in a panic.

With that said, Rasuk hurried into the house. The moment he entered, another equally tall figure rushed out, looking closely at Qiaxi, striding like a giant, covering two or three meters in one step.

Such a distance, even the fierce blizzard could only be torn apart in front of this figure.

"Qiaxi, you are finally back!" This barbarian figure, who was not much shorter than Lasuk, came up and gave her daughter a big hug. I was moved by the warm scene of mother and daughter meeting.

, I also have some subtle feelings in my heart.

In front of Aunt Rasuk, who is nearly three meters tall, Chasi, who is about two meters tall, is like a six or seven-year-old child, only as high as her mother's chest. Aunt Rasuk even had to bend her waist in order to hold her.

Next little bit.

Mom, the world of giants is so scary!

Seeing that this warmth was about to brew and melt, it was time for the mother and daughter to have a good talk. Aunt Rasuk, who was hugging her daughter, suddenly changed her face. While wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, she picked up a big stick and raised it high.

He picked up and landed on Qiaxi's butt with a snap.

"You idiot daughter, you have been away for two years. Do you still want a home? Do you still want a home? If you can leave, I will break both of your legs if I don't beat you to death."

As he spoke, the wooden stick fell like the shadow of a whip. No matter how Qiaxi hid or ran, it would land on her butt accurately. In addition to the factor of combat effectiveness, this was obviously also a thorough understanding of her daughter's action pattern.

Already.

This... why does it become like this?

I rubbed my temples with a headache. I remember that Doug Goff said that the education method of the barbarians is to produce grandchildren under the stick. Anyway, the skin is rough and the flesh is rough and cannot be beaten. It is said that every barbarian grows up. If he is beaten,

If the parents beat him less than breaking a hundred special sticks, he is considered a good baby.

The problem is, he is just a naughty child, and he treats his well-behaved daughter so mercilessly. He is indeed a tribe of rough and heroic barbarians, which is an eye-opener. But, should I step forward to stop him? This is a question.

Although Aunt Rasuk was fierce and the stick was lifted high and dropped gently, it looked painful, but for Qiaxi, the shame may be a hundred times stronger than the pain.

"Mom, mom, Elder Fan is watching, watching." Finally, Qiaxi couldn't help shouting in a sobbing voice.

"Elder Fan?" Aunt Rasuk was stunned, and slowly lowered the stick. She looked this way, and her eyes met mine for three seconds.

Then, as if her face changed, she wiped away the tears on her face and burst into a hearty laugh.

"Hahahaha, I thought why my stupid daughter came back obediently. It turned out to be because of Elder Fan. I'm sorry for letting you see the shameful look of my useless daughter. Come on, come on in and sit down."

Then he turned his head and faced his daughter with a straight face.

"What are you doing here? Why don't you go make milk tea!"
To be continued...