[Character: Malungu]

[Attitude: Prudent]

[Identity: Workshop furnace owner]

[The powerful giant controls everything inside the workshop with his craftsmanship and majesty. 】

Malungu has arrived.

His face is covered with wrinkles, his thick beard is all burned by fire, and there are only two turbid balls in his eye sockets. But he is by no means blind. On the contrary, these eyes seem to be able to directly peer into people's hearts.

"Give me."

Malungu was standing here, but his voice seemed to be echoing from the surrounding cliffs.

Ken frowned.

He seemed to be able to imagine how the blacksmiths usually conversed amidst the ear-splitting sound of hammering.

The wooden box was handed over.

Malungu picked it up, like a drunkard in a mountain pass tavern, and pried open the wooden cover with one hand, and the iron buckle and inner nail were forced to succumb to the strange force.

He stamped his feet, shaking off dust from the cliff.

A piece of the intricately patterned floor tile sank, and a long black stone table rose up.

Malungu put the wooden box in place, took the order on the lid into his hands and looked at it carefully. His two white eyeballs trembled slightly, and finally he reached into the inside of the box.

[Material: Thunder Rock]

[Quality: Legend]

[Stones condensed by magic contain considerable energy.]

"They killed a dragon."

Malungu sighed, frowning and then unclenching his brows. His rough nails scratched the stone, bursts of arcs of electricity erupted, and kept beating on his black and blue skin.

"dragon?"

Ken grabbed the key words and expressed his doubts.

Malungu did not answer.

He glanced sideways at the young man, as if to confirm the relationship between the other person and the mysterious man, then slowly put the stone back and took out several black bottles inlaid with silver.

"Exquisite gadgets. Southerners are very careful. This is the pinnacle of alchemy."

He looked at it to himself, constantly changing the angle, and seemed to care more about the craftsmanship of the container itself than the liquid inside.

[Material: Blood of Yalong]

[Quality: Treasure]

[Dragonborn in the mountains of southern Xinjiang, their blood is an extremely precious consumable. 】

Ken got the answer through the notes.

In fact, dragons are not rare, and they are not a specialty of the south. The monsters flying over Pallotus basically have the blood of dragons. This creature likes to cultivate feelings across species, leaving many strange offspring.

But Yalong with pure bloodline is still quite rare.

They are almost extinct, and every time they appear, they can set off a craze that is no less than a war. And the glass bottle in front of you can actually contain the blood of the dragon. The alchemy of the Pistonk Empire is also quite top-notch.

"It's very good, what do you want?"

Malungu turned around.

He stood in the middle of several ancient furnaces. He was tall and strong, and just looking down could overwhelm everyone. The chanter was still slumped on the ground, his legs trembling and weak.

"A handy sword."

"Well, what did you bring?" Malungu was very calm, as if this was a reciprocal transaction. "Let me see, the Miqiang ore produced in Nuolin is of good quality. Moon sap, haha, this will change

It must be quite interesting.”

Ken gave out the materials.

He saw Malungu stamping his feet again, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

This huge altar-like disc is probably the storage grid for the craftsmen. It would be interesting if it was accidentally bounced away.

The cabinet that appeared this time was very large and filled with several layers of materials.

The other party was picking through the [Treasures] area, weighing two pieces of high-quality steel in his hands, and picked out a few more suitable materials.

"You smell like magic."

Malungu turned around as he spoke.

He put the pile of things on the low shelf, then crossed his arms and stared at the young human and said:

"Don't waste things. Tailor-made means you have to show your foundation."

Ken narrowed his eyes. To be honest, he hesitated. The trump card was related to his life and death, and if the other party was a conservative old man from the north, he might break out on the spot and crush himself to death.

No need to doubt or make any notes.

Malungu is definitely not an opponent that ordinary humans can challenge. The opponent's body is constantly rushing with extremely surging power.

He noticed the young man's thoughts, and when he smiled, his wrinkles were ugly.

"If you were cursed, would you hide it from the witch doctors who rescued you? Don't be pretentious, child, you have to know that every time the day of the divine forging comes, even Falenganduo will not hide it. I

You don’t need to know your other methods, you just need to have a direction.”

Malungu held down the materials and said seriously.

"Weapons have a soul. If you rely on it to survive, you must at least respect it and be honest with it. The artifact comes to the world with a certain mission, and the blacksmith must show it the way."

"I want to know what kind of person Falungandor is?"

Ken is in no hurry.

He had heard this name many times along the way. It was the most powerful battle cry in the North. It was impossible not to be curious.

The corners of Malungu's mouth stretched out his thick, curly beard, and he laughed loudly:

"I and several other furnace owners have used the ancient furnace. Every ten years, powerful war banners come to the Dua tribe. Fulenganduo has come three times in a row, and each time he becomes more and more powerful.

It's terrifying, and the blood debt he bears becomes more and more profound. I can't tell you the terrifying monster, but everyone knows that he already holds three artifacts and is the most legendary figure in the history of Red Maple Highlands."

Ken silently noted that this was a level he could not imagine.

Since Fulenganduo is willing to show it, he doesn't need to hide it too much. Blacksmiths should have the most basic principles.

Moreover, this power must be used in every battle.

Ken nodded calmly and then silently took off the glove on his right hand. His right arm was covered in tattoos. The pattern was ancient and mysterious.

Malungu was well-informed, his cloudy eyes widened, and he took two steps forward in an instant.

But before he could get closer and take a closer look, a blue flame enveloped the altar. It seemed to be attracted by the ancient furnace around it, and it was more active than ever before.

The blue flame slowly shrinks.

Ken just stood there silently, his resolute face full of concentration under the light of the fire.

Malungu was suddenly startled. He realized that this power was completely attached to the young man in front of him. The tongue of fire licked the arm without causing any harm.

The sound of wind came from the valley out of thin air.

Duwa Village is experiencing a strange phenomenon at this time. The ancient furnace in the distance is affected, strong winds gush out from the tall furnace, and the accumulated ash is rolled up. The entire tribe is covered in ash, and all the food on the street is destroyed.

calamity.

The vision disappeared quickly, like a volcano sneezing.

"As you can see."
Chapter completed!