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The Great Elder held the jug of wine and shouted at the dwarves, "Look at your actions! After seeing the good wine, he forgot about everything else! What if an enemy lures you with wine! A bunch of trash! " As he cursed out loud, he put the jug of wine in his mouth and gulped down a large gulp. Instantly, his expression changed, and he became infatuated, extremely happy, and his eyes shined brightly. When he looked at the jug of wine again, he looked exactly like an old pervert who had been locked up for ten years and saw an extreme beauty. The Head Elder finished up after two sips. He slowly put down the wine pot and stared at the dwarves with his cloudy eyes.

The Dwarves withered at the sight of his murderous gaze. Only the Second Elder showed an expression of indifference, smacking his lips as he said with an intoxicated expression, "In Moradin Academy, there is actually such a wine in this world!" Heavens, did I live 300 years for nothing? "Compared to this wine, any rum or Puldo you've ever had before is trash!" Iron Cauldron smacked his lips in satisfaction. The other Dwarf Elders suddenly stamped their feet on their chests, almost crying as one of them shouted, "After drinking this kind of wine today, how can the rest of the trash still be eaten?! "Heavens, isn't this asking for my life?!" The Great Elder looked at the jug of wine in his hand, wanting to cry, but no tears came out.

"Uh, that," said Werther in a small voice. "If we're talking about this wine, I, and." Shua shua shua! In an instant, six pairs of eyes that could kill a person shot over. This time, the Great Elder was the first to react. He directly grabbed Werther's collar and shouted, "Is there anything else?" Fast! Quick, take it out! " When Werther took out the wine bottle by bottle from the dimensional ring, the six dwarves' eyes no longer had anything else, only small wine jugs made of mud. In their eyes, this wine was even more intimate than Moradin's. In fact, according to the legends of the Dwarves, Moradin's preference for fine wine had reached a point where he was willing to ignore everything. It was said that the Divine Lightning had used a bottle of fine wine to trick Moradin into making a unique divine tool for him. This was the origin of the Judgement's Blade in Thor's hands. Even Sovereigns loved wine as if it were their life, let alone its followers. But then again, only with the same love of wine as life would one be able to keep up with the undulations of a Sovereign at all times! Werther had brought a total of sixty flasks of wine. Apart from the empty bottle, there were fifty-nine bottles left. One of them was placed on the ground. The Second Elder drooled, "If you had brought out these good things earlier, I would have agreed to anything!" Werther, "?" The Great Elder said seriously, "Yes, Sir Werther brought these fine wines for us dwarves to share. I suggest that they be sealed away and taken out the next time we pay our respects to Moradin." He stretched out his hand and openly put away the wine. The second elder whispered, "If I had to guard the wine and not drink it, it would be better to just die. Heh heh, Moradin's sacrificial ceremony will happen in two years. By then, there would only be a pile of mud left over from the wine."

The Great Elder's expression changed, and he said with a deep voice, "Second brother, do you mean that I will keep watch and steal?" Just as he was about to get angry at the second elder, he saw that everyone else had such an expression. The first elder was immediately depressed. The second elder had guessed his plan to take advantage of his authority and immediately gave up. Werther said with a smile, "Actually, there's no need to fight over this. I have the wine brewing crafts here, so I can give them to the Dwarves." The two elders were stunned. The second elder said with a shaky voice: "Are you really willing to give us the recipe?" "I know how enticing wine is to dwarves. If this secret recipe were to fall into the hands of the Kaiser Empire, many benefits would definitely be gained. However, that's not what I want. This recipe is useless to me, and it's not that important. I'll just give it to you then. "

His words were so sincere that the dwarves could not help but believe him. "Sir Werther, today I truly understand that you are indeed a kind and bright good person. Alright, I, the Dwarf, will accept this great gift, and at the same time, you have also won the Dwarf's everlasting friendship. In the future, as long as you have any need, we Dwarves will help you fulfill it at any cost, and this promise is not limited to you. As long as we dwarves exist on the continent, this promise will always be valid! " That is to say, in the future, Werther and his descendants don't have to pay any price and can only be matched with the vast resources and manpower of the dwarves. If this power is placed on the continent, it can change the entire landscape of the world!

Werther didn't show any signs of excitement. His expression was also faint as he took out a pen and paper from the medium and wrote out the secret recipe for the wine. It could be said that with this list, even a fool could brew a peerless wine. The grand elder accepted the parchment with both hands as if it was a divine artifact. Indeed, the Dwarves' love for fine wine had reached a level of paranoia. The secret formula for brewing wine was far more important to them than any divine artifact or treasure. Werther said with a smile, "I can foresee that with an increased supply of fine wine, there will definitely be many more classic forged fine products, or even semi-divine artifacts, that will appear in the Grace Mainland in the future. However, I do hope that these future items do not contain weapons for war. "

The Great Elder was startled, but he also said with relief, "I hope that the continent will usher in a day of true peace. Since you have Sir Werther's secret recipe, then I think that you can drink these fine wines! " Before he could finish his words, twelve large hands had already reached for the wine pot. The sound of fighting could be heard in the small stone house. The Second Elder said angrily: "Boss, you are ruthless! You actually did not leave a single bottle! Iron furnace! You little bastard, have you forgotten who taught you to forge iron? "Give me the wine!" Iron Cauldron replied: "I'm sorry, second elder. Even if it's Moradin, don't you dare snatch the wine from my hands!" Another elder shouted angrily, "Boss! You're too shameless! He actually used the Scarlet Flame Battle Qi! Fine, I'll compete with you! " As a result, astonishing fiery-red battle qi rushed out from the stone house and collided with each other.

This time, they were going to a forging platform that was used to drain the lava from the volcano. The grand elder would personally make a move here, using all the precious materials that the dwarves had collected, to forge the Heaven Swallowing Armor and the coiling dragon rod for Werther, constantly bringing them back to their former glory, and also advancing to a semi-divine tool in one leap. Werther came here to observe the process of the Grand Elder's forging, hoping to gain some comprehension in the area of forging, so as to prepare himself to forge the flying sword later.

The Head Elder did not hesitate at all. He directly called for the five most skilled people in the clan, who were also the elders who were in the stone house, to grab the wine and start the fight. That day, they split the fifty-nine bottles of wine. After that, the First Elder went to find the female dwarves in the tribe and gave them the recipe to brew. He believed that in a few months, the dwarves would be able to drink this kind of nectar. The dwarves and elders were very grateful to Werther. When they heard they were going to help Werther, they all came.

The Head Elder was decisive in his actions. He didn't waste any time on words. When everyone was gathered, he immediately took out the Heaven-Devouring Armor and the coiling dragon rod and started refining them. They used the core fire to melt all the materials, and then began to draw the magic array again. After the two weapons were melted, the dwarves immediately began to work. Their division of labor was meticulous and clear. Some of them were responsible for the cooling and shaping of the melted materials again, while others were responsible for throwing other materials inside. Some of them were even ready to draw according to the magic array they had drawn beforehand. The most important step would be for the Great Elder to complete the forging of the materials. Werther stood beside him, watching his work with a solemn face.

The Head Elder used an outrageously large hammer to smash down on the unformed material. However, he was not randomly beating the hammer. Werther noticed that although almost every hammer strike was very hard, when it landed on the material, the force was different. The thickness of the material was uniform, but the force was also different. Every strike was just right. It could knock out the impurities, but it did not affect the properties of the material. Werther saw the seriousness in it. Undeniably, the forging of an alien was indeed unique in its own way. He even had a feeling about the Dao from the Great Elder's simple Falling Hammer. This feeling was very mysterious. It seemed that he could capture it, but also that he could only understand it.

Werther stood there for three days and three nights. He seemed to have entered a strange state, as if he were experiencing something. The dwarves just laughed it off. They didn't have the time to care, because the forging of the two SemiGod Equipment had already exhausted them. Just like this, while one side was busy forging, the other side was in a daze, expressionless. In the blink of an eye, a month had passed. Finally, in this underground forging building, two bright rays of light shot out. The Great Elder shouted, "Enough! "It's finally done!" The light faded and the two brand-new SemiGod Equipment were completed.

The Heaven-Devouring Armor still looked as golden as before, but the light was even more reserved. The entire armor gave off a feeling as heavy as a mountain, as if there was no power in this world that could defeat it. The Dwarf retained the appearance of the Chinese Divine Dragon, but the Divine Dragon had changed from its previous sculpture form into a shadow hidden inside the staff. The entire body of the staff gave off a feeling of being formed from nature, without any movement, but it gave people a feeling of endless pressure.