After the Full Level of the Profession

As soon as the elf elders came, an authentic three-way meeting was formed.

Robb, the elf elder, and the enemy leader sat down around the stone table, looking like they were going to talk about business.

Lillian went back to the kitchen, and when she came out again, she held a tray in her hand. On the plate were three cups of brightly colored and bubbling liquid.

Robb and the elf elder each took a glass in their hands, but they didn't say anything. The dwarf leader took the glass and saw that the liquid in the glass was purple, and asked, "Is this wine? Why are so many bubbles going up? No, and I can't smell any alcohol."

"You won't know if you take a sip. Is it necessary to ask?" the elf elder hummed, "Dwarves just talk a lot."

The dwarf leader was angry: "The words prove that we are lively, cheerful, and willing to communicate with people, unlike you elves, who hide in the forest and dare not come out to meet people. , I despise others for being dirty for a while, and despise others for being black for a while."

"Okay, okay." Robb acted as a peacemaker: "Don't quarrel, don't quarrel, it's all trivial things, you have to learn to seek common ground while reserving differences. As long as other people's lifestyles don't hinder you, why do you have to gossip about them."

"They just got in our way." The elf elder and the dwarf leader said the same thing at the same time, even the syllables were correct.

Robb: "..."

The dwarf head glared at the elf elder with his eyes and poured the liquid in his hand into his mouth. I was stunned, then moved to a mess: "The stone is on top, this is the best thing I've ever tasted, and it tastes better than wine."

Everyone who drinks the Happy Water from the Fat House for the first time will do this. Robb has long been used to it, and he doesn't even bother to take his words: "Let's talk about business, Mr. Elder, or you talk about the army of monsters. Let's do it."

"Okay!" The elf elder began to explain it seriously. This is a serious matter, not when he was arguing with the dwarves, he explained in detail how the elf village was burned down by the army of monsters and driven out.

After hearing this, the dwarf leader frowned: "That is to say, the army of monsters is as many as 50,000? And there are enclaves in the sky, running on the ground, swimming in the water, and mammoth elephants and giant Behemoths. A large monster like a beast."

"Maybe it's more than that. This is just the number we have detected. Maybe there are many that we haven't detected yet." The Elf Elder said, "That's why I have to write to you, hoping that you can help Xifeng Town, our three clans. Once again, form the Silver Moon Alliance to jointly defend against the army of monsters, lest these monsters break the foothold of mankind after breaking through West Wind Town, and then spread evil all over the world."

After listening, the dwarf fell into deep thought.

Although the dwarves, humans, and elves are standing on top of each other, in fact, the populations of elves and dwarves are very small. Since ancient times, the main army against monsters is the human army. Once the main human army is defeated, the consequences will be Incredible.

"Okay!" The dwarf leader said no more nonsense: "I originally had the idea to help you, but now I just confirm it again. I, the eight hundred warriors, will be stationed in Xifeng Town first to help you build weapons. And we don't just build weapons, our fighters are top-notch on the battlefield."

Even the elf elders couldn't complain about this, they could only nod their heads in agreement.

Robb smiled and said, "Then I'll have to work with you. Without your help, I really wouldn't be sure to defeat the army of monsters."

Hearing him say such words, Sofa next to him showed a look of disgust on the spot. This man is good or bad. In order to trick these dwarves into working for him, he still said that he was not sure to repel the army of monsters? Last night, when he was soaking in the swimming pool (the hot spring pool became a swimming pool in the summer), Xuelu asked him what to do with the army of monsters. He also said that he could be hanged with one hand, but now he can't pretend.

Sofa had to despise, despise, despise this man!

The dwarf leader raised his head and said to Robb: "When the train entered the town just now, I saw a mine, a huge smelting furnace, and a towering chimney. No wonder you have so much iron to make. Big iron and rails! Since there is a lot of iron, then we dwarves can show their skills. You bring all the iron, and we will be responsible for building the best weapons for you. As long as there is enough iron, we can build the best weapons. High-quality swords and armor are enough to deal with the coming monster army."

494 I want to learn this

When the dwarf leader said these 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, are eight hundred world-class blacksmiths. If we use the "hierarchical system" that humans like to play, more than half of these eight hundred blacksmiths belong to the expert level. A small number of them belong to the master level, while the dwarf leader himself is a "grandmaster".

A master blacksmith like him belongs to the typical "three years without opening, opening for three years". It only takes a few months to carefully craft a master-level weapon and sell it to human merchants. Can earn hundreds of gold coins.

When Robb first came to this world, he created 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 saying these few words, the elder Elf next to him burst out laughing, with a hint of ridicule evident in his voice.

The dwarf leader was angry: "What's wrong? Damn elf, what are you going to say to pretend to be great?"

The elf elder shook his head and said: "No, no, no, I didn't intend to say anything to pretend to be great, I just wanted to remind you that you don't need to be responsible for making swords and armor here. in the eyes."

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

Robb had to say: "Mr. Elder is right, we don't need swords and armor here, we need you to make some other weapons, ahem, or more interesting things than weapons."

"I don't need swords and armor? How can I defend against the army of monsters?" the dwarf leader asked curiously.

At this moment, Elsie's voice sounded not far away: "Godfather, is the dwarf legion here? You ordered the subordinate to prepare temporary accommodation for the dwarves, and now it is all set up, and the subordinate can take them at any time now. Go check in."

Hearing this, the dwarf leader naturally turned his head to see who had prepared the residence for his clansmen. At the gate of the courtyard, a large group of professional soldiers from West Wind Town followed behind him.

These people are all dressed in uniform steel armor and helmets, and everyone's dress seems to be drawn according to the mold.

With the vision of a dwarf leader, it can be seen at a glance that this large group of people are wearing top-level steel armor, which is not inferior to their own craftsmanship and workmanship. This armor should be the first in the human world. Hard to find, even in the dwarf tribe, not many people can wear such fine equipment. Unexpectedly, there are 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."

Elder Elf: "I knew he would behave like this."

Robb spread his hands.

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

Robb secretly praised this man for his vision!

The big train was developed by an old craftsman of Robo-Rang West Wind Technical School, with the diesel engine of the robot as the core, plus some simple and rough drawings drawn by Robo, and then developed and developed by himself. Of course, its workmanship is also an expert blacksmith. s level.

But the armor worn by Elsie and the soldiers was made by Robb on the hook. It is the level of a real master blacksmith. It not only has the workmanship of the master, but also the aesthetics of later generations of artists, plus random enchantments. .

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

The dwarf leader said: "Is there a very powerful master-level craftsman in West Wind Town? Which dwarf tribe came from?"

Robb was too lazy to speak, but the elf elder pointed at him and said, "It was made by the Great Druid."

"What?" The dwarf leader looked at Robb and was shocked: "What did you do?"

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

The dwarf leader: "You are also a master craftsman? You are very strong, on par with me."

"I just know a little bit about winning awards and winning awards." Robb came with a standard Chinese modesty.

The dwarf leader didn't believe that he just had a little understanding. The master-level blacksmithing skills could not be faked. He thought about it carefully with his not-so-smart mind, then raised his head and said, "Well, I don't think you really need us to make swords and armor, because you've obviously armed all your soldiers into So, what other weapons do you need us to help make?"

"Wait a moment, and you will see it soon." Robb turned his head and said, "Captain Elsie, please go and drive the steam tank over."

"Okay!" Captain Elsie hurriedly went.

"Steam tank? What?"

"This thing is not clear, but once you see it, you will understand." Although the elf elder helped explain: "Don't be frightened, I was very frightened when I first saw it. Jump."

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

He thought to himself: As long as I am mentally prepared, I will not be frightened. No matter what novelty things are, I can be calm and calm.

Ten minutes later, the steam tank came!

The steam tank with the crawler rumbled over while spraying white steam.