My queen is rebelling!

The statue stood like a towering hill, tall, imposing, and powerful.

It resembled a colossal rock formation emerging from the depths of the earth, creating a strong visual impact and a sense of oppressive grandeur.

Even in the Shadow Plane, Cohen and Isabella could feel the unparalleled awe inspired by the statue's immense size.

The statue depicted Ornn in his classic standing pose, legs slightly apart, as if rooted to the earth, as stable as a high mountain.

His upper body was upright, head slightly raised, and his signature ram horns pointed straight towards the sky.

His face was obscured by a thick beard, the whiskers standing straight like steel needles, as if woven from hard metal threads, making it difficult to see his full features, revealing only a pair of eyes that seemed to burn with high-temperature flames.

His right hand hung naturally, gripping the Star Iron Great Hammer, capable of cleaving mountains and splitting rocks.

The hammer was incredibly huge, the hammerhead heavy and solid, covered with mysterious patterns and symbols, as if it had been hammered and forged countless times.

The handle was thick and strong, with fine textures on the surface, fitting perfectly in Ornn's hand, and even as a still statue, one could feel the immense power of the great hammer when swung.

Iron Rock heard Cohen's question in his ear:

"The second item mentioned in your father, the old chieftain's, will, the heirloom 'Smelting Hammer,' is that this Star Iron Great Hammer?"

Iron Rock shook his head slightly, his voice as faint as a mosquito's hum, and said:

"The Star Iron Great Hammer is the weapon our ancestor used in battle, always with him.

What is passed down in our tribe is the forging hammer our ancestor used when forging weapons and equipment."

Cohen nodded thoughtfully.

Compared to the residence of Tolkien Quenchfire, the chairman of the Craftsman's Union, Iron Rock Ornn's dwelling appeared much more simple.

A heavy stone door, adorned with some simple stone decorations around it, and inside, tools and unfinished ores were piled up everywhere.

Although the interior of the residence was simple, it was still spacious.

Deep inside, there was also a passage leading to a deeper underground area, which was Iron Rock's forging and smelting workshop, used for forging various weapons and crafting metal products.

As Iron Rock entered the residence, the space behind Iron Rock suddenly began to distort.

This is the key to the workshop."

As he spoke, he handed Cohen a small iron hammer.

Cohen took the iron hammer, and he and Isabella followed the underground passage into Iron Rock's workshop.

Compared to Iron Rock's simple and low-key residence, this underground forging workshop seemed much more impressive.

The underground passage was slightly narrow, but exceptionally sturdy, and magical crystals that emitted a soft light were embedded in the walls on both sides at intervals.

Each one was at least a medium-quality magic crystal, and even though the types were somewhat mottled and mixed, Cohen was still slightly surprised to see so many magic crystals in the resource-scarce "Smelting Tribe."

It seemed that this Third Young Master had also made quite a bit of money on the human continent.

At the end of the passage was a huge iron door, engraved with the "Smelting Tribe's" unique runes and patterns, and a faint aura of a magic array emanated from it.

It even had a small protective magic array!

Cohen took out the small iron hammer that Iron Rock had just given him, and the iron door sensed the aura of the small iron hammer, and with a hum, slowly opened.

Pushing open the door, a scorching heat rushed in, and the space of the workshop was exceptionally spacious, with a high ceiling supported by thick stone pillars, and the ground was paved with high-temperature-resistant special metal, able to easily withstand the temperature of forging and the impact of heavy hammers.

In the very center was a huge furnace, the fire burning fiercely, emitting dazzling light and scorching heat, and beside the furnace, all kinds of casting and smelting tools were neatly arranged.

There were huge iron tongs, heavy iron hammers, sharp files, and next to them, huge bellows taller than a person.

Not far away, several anvils stood firmly there, covered with hammering marks, and on the forging table was an unfinished product, which looked like a battle-ax.

What Cohen noticed most was the material storage area on one side, which was piled with all kinds of precious ores and metal materials, the sheer quantity and variety of which made Cohen, who was accustomed to seeing the world, couldn't help but click his tongue slightly.

There was mithril, fine iron, magic crystals, and Cohen even found many space stones that he had been longing for.

Isabella's beautiful eyes moved slightly as she played with the various rare ores in the material area, saying:

"These things are definitely hot commodities on the human continent.

It would be great if we could pull them into the 'Interracial Trade Route.'"

Cohen gently stroked Isabella's beautiful hair and said softly:

"Don't worry, I am absolutely confident that I can push this Third Young Master to the position of chieftain!"

Isabella's eyes were filled with love, and if it weren't for the wrong occasion, she probably would have already started expressing her emotions with practical actions.

Cohen couldn't help but sigh, a woman who has fallen into the vortex of love, regardless of her identity, her reason and judgment will gradually be lost in the tide of emotions.

The two stood in the finished product display area, admiring the various tools made by Iron Rock.

Most of them were agricultural tools and ordinary tools, and there were also a few well-made standard weapons and equipment, as for magic equipment of higher quality, apart from the semi-finished product placed on the forging table, nothing else had been found for the time being.

Soon, two sets of footsteps, one deep and one shallow, came from outside the passage, Cohen's expression moved slightly, it should be the famous chairman of the Craftsman's Union, Tolkien Quenchfire.

He calmly took Isabella's hand, a light flashed on his body, and disappeared into the forging workshop.

The sound became clearer and clearer, and before long, two dwarven figures entered the forging workshop.

When he entered the workshop and saw the scene before him, Tolkien Quenchfire couldn't help but sigh:

"I really didn't expect the Third Young Master's home to have such a complete and well-equipped forging workshop, it seems that the Third Young Master's ability to start forging magic weapons so quickly is not just wishful thinking."

Unconsciously, Tolkien's impression of Iron Rock improved even more.

He had never seen a forging workshop in the homes of the other heirs.

Without waiting for Iron Rock to greet him, Tolkien came to his finished product display area, admiring the tools made by Iron Rock one by one.

The more he looked, the more satisfied he became, and he praised:

"Not bad, not bad, it can be seen that the fundamentals are quite solid, among you brothers, only you have inherited your father's forging talent."

Coming to the forging table, looking at the semi-finished magic battle-ax, Tolkien revealed a look of understanding, saying:

"As expected, the number of times it has been quenched is not right, the Third Young Master has spent too little time in the tribe and has not been exposed to systematic forging training.

Old craftsmen know these basic common sense, now I will personally show you how to forge magic equipment!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tolkien suddenly revealed an imposing aura, and his eyes burst out with a frightening gleam.

He beckoned, and a heavy piece of high-quality fine iron flew from the material storage area, placing the fine iron at the mouth of the furnace, allowing the high-temperature flames to lick the metal.

When the iron block reached the appropriate temperature, he quickly clamped it out and placed it on the anvil, raising the heavy iron hammer high, the muscles on his arm tensing tightly, and the iron hammer fell, making a crisp and powerful sound.

With the clang, clang, clang sound, a magic-level battle-ax was being produced.

Iron Rock couldn't help but immerse himself in his mind, his obsession and love for forging were not lies, his father had been telling him since he was a child that for a dwarf, especially a dwarf from the "Smelting Tribe," forging skills were the foundation of his life.

No matter what position he reached, or what time it was, he must not forget it.

Watching Tolkien stand in front of the forging table, busy, it was as if he was watching a master casting a spell. He skillfully controlled the furnace fire, and the raging flames seemed to have life under his command, and the forging process was like an artistic performance, which made Iron Rock mesmerized.

Cohen in the Shadow Plane also showed a different color in his eyes, even if he didn't understand the industry, Cohen could see the other party's wonderful and superb forging skills.

After gathering enough materials, his "Book of Time and Space" could be handed over to him for repair.

The premise was to ensure his absolute loyalty.

As time passed, a magic-level weapon had already been produced in Tolkien's hands, and now Tolkien was passing on some precautions in the forging process to Iron Rock.

Cohen did not disturb them, and waited until the two finished talking.

Near the end, Iron Rock suddenly said:

"Master Quenchfire, the reason I invited you here this time, besides asking for some advice on forging, there is actually one more thing I want to trouble you with."

Tolkien didn't think much about it, and casually asked:

"What is it, Third Young Master, please speak."

Iron Rock gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:

"Master, I want to ask you to meet someone!"

Tolkien noticed the abnormality at this time, his face sank, and he asked:

"Who is it?"

As he spoke, a chuckle came from the void:

"Greetings, Master Quenchfire, I must admit that your forging level is definitely among the best even among the human continent's forgers!"

Hearing the sudden voice, Tolkien's body suddenly tensed up, he turned around quickly, and his whole body's magic power surged.

His eighth-order transcendent strength was undoubtedly revealed.

If it weren't for the consideration of Iron Rock's identity, he might have already attacked.

However, when he saw the two humans, a man and a woman, who appeared in front of him, a strong look of horror appeared in his eyes, and he said in disbelief:

"Humans?

You… how did you get in!"

Cohen chuckled:

"Master Quenchfire, we have no malice.

We are here only to discuss something with you, and it is best not to alarm others.

Otherwise, I am afraid it will not be good for your reputation."

Along with Cohen's voice, Isabella also burst out with her golden-level transcendent strength.

Seeing that the other party also had strength comparable to his own, Tolkien's expression was slightly stagnant, especially after seeing Isabella's young face, he was even more slightly shocked.

He had also been to the human continent and knew what kind of people could reach this level of transcendence at this age.

He couldn't help but become very curious about the identities of the two.

He glanced at the nervous Third Young Master Iron Rock beside him, secretly pondered for a moment, and slowly withdrew his aura.

No matter what, this was also the dwarven race's territory, and two humans could not cause any trouble.

More important than that, what happens here cannot be spread out!

That human male is right.

The representative of the "Forging Tribe's" artisan class, and an heir with inheritance rights, secretly met with two humans in the latter's underground forging workshop.

Once this matter spreads, who knows how many versions of rumors will circulate.

After all, many people saw that he, Tolkien, took the initiative to meet Iron Rock!

At that time, he really won't be able to explain himself.

The aura on Tolkien's body gradually subsided, but his face was still iron-blue, and he stared coldly at Cohen and the two:

"I don't think I have anything to talk about with a human, this is the Dwarf race, I advise you to go back where you came from!

Otherwise... a Gold-tier can't make any waves here!"

Cohen said with a faint smile:

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"Let's make a deal, I hope you can support Young Master Iron Rock and help him become the tribe chief.

In exchange, you will get my friendship and a very generous reward."

Tolkien's eyes flashed with contempt, and he said:

"A human actually wants to interfere in our 'Forging Tribe's' internal affairs, you even dare to open your mouth!"

Cohen was not annoyed, his voice with a hint of playfulness, and said:

"Why not listen to what my reward is?"

Tolkien kept a straight face, his rocky face showing disdain and mockery:

"Your human money and titles mean nothing to me, put away your tricks and leave the 'Forging Tribe' quickly!"

Cohen's tone became much lower:

"Don't speak too full, Master Quench.

My reward is—the forging workshop left behind by your ancestor, the Supreme [Forging God] Mountain Hidden Flame · Oorn!

And the knowledge inheritance of various forging and smelting techniques collected in the workshop!"

As soon as Cohen's words fell, Tolkien · Quenchfire, the president of the "Forging Tribe" Craftsman Union, fell into a moment of sluggishness, and then quickly reacted, laughing in anger:

"Nonsense, even the people of our 'Forging Tribe' can't find the workshop left by our ancestors, how could you, a human from another continent, know!"

However, although Tolkien said so, he couldn't help but have a glimmer of expectation in his heart.

The ancestor's forging workshop is something that the chiefs and high-level people of the "Forging Tribe" have been looking for throughout the generations.

The ancestral forging workshop is clearly recorded in the tribe's annals passed down from generation to generation, and the annals also briefly introduce many precious forging techniques.

Every generation of chiefs and presidents of the Craftsman Union hope to find the workshop site, especially in these years when the "Forging Tribe" has gradually declined, the desire for the ancestor's forging workshop is even greater.

The inheritance and treasures left there will definitely be able to save the current "Forging Tribe".

Unfortunately, there is too little information about the ancestor's forging workshop. There are only a few clues in the annals, and there is no way to investigate. This matter has always been the biggest unsolved case of the "Forging Tribe".

Faced with Tolkien's unceremonious questioning, Cohen's mouth curled slightly and he slowly uttered two words:

"Flamestone!"

Hearing this unfamiliar word, Isabella and Iron Rock were both confused, but Tolkien · Quenchfire was shocked, and a shocked expression quickly flowed in his eyes.

He couldn't help but take a few steps forward to get closer to Cohen, but stopped his movements in Isabella's cold snort.

Tolkien swallowed and his voice rarely carried a trace of trembling:

"You... where did you learn about 'Flamestone'?"

Cohen did not answer Tolkien's question, but looked at Iron Rock and asked:

"When does the chief's election meeting start?

What is the specific process?"

Although Iron Rock was also very curious about the ancestor's forging workshop, because he had heard his father mention it many times since he was a child.

But now is obviously not the time to ask questions, he suppressed the curiosity in his heart and honestly replied:

"The tribe will hold an election meeting in seven days.

At that time, eligible heirs, elders of the Elder Council, generals and their officers, high priests and their priests, including Master Quench and his senior craftsmen, and some randomly selected third-tier people will participate.

The supervision team sent by the Great Alliance will also be present at that time.

The specific process is to first obtain the approval of the tribe's inherited object, the 'Forging Hammer'.

The heirs who can get the approval will then start voting.

The so-called voting is actually the attitude of the general, the high priest, and Master Quench.

Finally, there is the three million gold coin order mentioned in the father's will. You must be able to produce an agreement or contract that convinces everyone to inherit the position of chief."

Cohen pondered, the approval of the "Forging Hammer" is not a problem for most heirs.

Although the number of three million gold coin orders is exaggerated, these heirs are supported by the power of the ten major tribes, and they can still come up with it by gritting their teeth.

In fact, the key lies in the attitude of Tolkien · Quenchfire, the president of the Craftsman Union.

It is estimated that Tolkien · Quenchfire's threshold has been broken these days, just waiting until the end to see who offers the higher price and then bet on them.

Seeing that Cohen did not answer his question, but deliberately asked about the position of chief, Tolkien knew that the other party was forcing him to express his position.

Tolkien repeatedly weighed it in his heart for a long time, and said in a deep voice:

"Since you plan to recommend Iron Rock, you must also have some understanding of the internal situation of our tribe.

Currently, Ironheart · Oorn, Brook · Steelaxe, and Iron Rock are the three most advantageous."

As far as I am concerned, any of these three can be elected chief, as long as he can sincerely seek benefits for the development of the tribe!"

Cohen was very satisfied with this attitude. As long as he was willing to let go, there would be something to talk about.

Only then did he speak under Tolkien's expectant gaze, his voice unhurried:

"Your ancestor, the Supreme God Oorn, recorded in detail the characteristics and sources of various materials.

He also studied the extraction methods and characteristics of different materials from ordinary iron ore to rare star iron and divine metal.

Among them, there is a lost metal called 'Flamestone', which is extracted from the magma deep in the volcano through special means. It has extremely high heat resistance and powerful fire attribute power, and is an excellent material for creating artifacts.

In addition, Oorn also has in-depth research on the use of various auxiliary materials such as wood, gemstones, and leather. He once tried to combine different materials to give weapons and equipment unique performance and attributes.

This knowledge, including the 'Flamestone' I just mentioned, is stored in his forging workshop."

Tolkien stood there dumbfounded. At this moment, he was already 70-80% convinced of what the other party said.

He knew about "Flamestone" from the annals passed down from generation to generation in the "Forging Tribe". Only the chiefs, generals, high priests, and presidents of the Craftsman Union of the past generations are qualified to view this annals.

This secret, which even most dwarves do not know, was actually known by a human. Tolkien could only believe that the other party had really been to the ancestor's forging workshop.

Soon, these shocks were drowned out by huge surprises. Since the other party knew so clearly, then he must know the detailed location of the ancestor's forging workshop. As long as he could find the treasures left by the ancestor, the "Forging Tribe" would definitely usher in a new development!

He looked at Cohen expectantly, and Cohen said calmly:

"I do know, but..."

Tolkien immediately nodded firmly:

"As long as you can give me more proof, I can represent the Craftsman Union and announce my full support for the Third Young Master Iron Rock · Oorn to participate in the competition for the position of chief!"

Cohen chuckled in his heart, what a cunning old fox.

More proof is nothing more than wanting to test whether he can get some inheritance stored in Oorn's forging workshop from him.

However, Cohen did not refuse. He is now very optimistic about this experienced old craftsman. His "Chronicle of Time and Space" may be handed over to him for repair in the future.

It's okay to let him taste a little sweetness in advance.

He nodded slowly and said:

"No problem, what proof do you want?"

Tolkien suppressed the excitement in his heart, recalled a unique forging technique that could fuse wood and metal mentioned in the tribe's annals, and said in a trembling voice:

"The manuscripts left by our ancestors once mentioned a unique forging technique that can fuse wood and metal..."

Cohen recalled it slightly and said:

"Spirit Wood Fusion Forging Technique?"

Tolkien's eyes burst out with ecstasy, and he nodded repeatedly:

"That's it, that's it!"

Cohen said calmly:

"I don't remember all of it very clearly, only about half of it."

Tolkien waved his fist excitedly:

"Half is enough. If I can't deduce the complete one with half of the knowledge, I might as well resign from the position of president."

Cohen took out paper and pen, and began to write down this long-lost "Spirit Wood Fusion Forging Technique" based on his memory.

After writing it, he did not hand it to Tolkien directly, but handed it to Isabella under the other party's expectant gaze, turned around and took out a soul contract, pushed it in front of Tolkien, and said:

"Although I absolutely trust your Excellency's character, in order to avoid accidents, let's sign a contract witnessed by the gods!"

Tolkien did not hesitate at all, grabbed the contract with his big hand, glanced at the terms on it, and swishly signed his name.

Cohen's heart suddenly surged with excitement. Such a highly skilled blacksmith was won over by himself.

When enough space stones are collected, his "Chronicle of Time and Space" can be started to be repaired!

Cohen took back the contract and handed the written things to Tolkien.

After Tolkien got it, he couldn't wait to read it, becoming more and more fascinated as he read, and his face showed a look of sudden realization from time to time.

It was not until Iron Rock spoke that he came back to his senses and treasured the things Cohen wrote.

Iron Rock asked Cohen and said:

"We only have Master Quench's support now, and we are still short of one vote."

Cohen's voice had a reassuring magic:

"Don't worry, you will have a second vote soon!"