The bearded dwarf talked about pulling a red iron rod out of the forge.
"Looking, that's how you use your wrist."
Speaking of moving his wrist, the big hammer behind the (spi) pi suddenly appeared in his hand.
Tinkerbell!
What seems to be a random knock is actually using some forging skills.
Zhang Xing's eyes brightened, and he saw this point clearly.
In less than two minutes, the bearded dwarf finished forging, and dipped the broad sword that had formed into a seemingly greasy ** m.
Spikes burst into smoke.
"Have you seen it? This is the last time to teach you. If you can't learn again, please leave me immediately and go to your uncle."
Exclaimed the bearded dwarf.
The young dwarf Ian silently took out an iron bar and started forging.
The bearded dwarf felt someone staying out for a long time, looked up, and froze.
Staring with amazement and wondering, "Which tribe are you from? Why are you so thin?"
No wonder he asked so. Some humans marry dwarves, and the offspring born are similar to Zhang Xing's current physique.
"I'm a dwarf! That's how it was born."
Zhang Xing replied.
call!
The bearded dwarf rushed out like a gust of wind, staring angrily at Zhang Xing: "Don't you owe it? Dare to come and laugh at our dwarves?"
Zhang Xing suddenly realized that he didn't know anything about the dwarves, and the answer just now was too rash.
It is said that the dwarves have a violent temper, and are angry when half a sentence is wrong, and it seems true.
His eyes fluttered and his voice said, "I am an orphan. When my grandfather died, he told me that I belonged to the dwarf family, but I didn't say which tribe."
Looking at the letter with doubt, Zhang Xing said: "Okay, it's okay. Just go in if you want to buy something, and leave if you don't buy it. Don't stand in the way."
"Well, can I be your apprentice?"
Zhang Xing rubbed his hands.
"Just like your physique, it's nothing like our dwarves. I won't keep you. Go elsewhere to find work."
When the bearded dwarf was Zhang Xing, he came to find the rice bowl, and he retorted.
"I can try, if you are not satisfied, I will leave." Zhang Xingdao.
"Try it? Will you forge?"
The bearded dwarf was writing unbelief.
The upper half (body sh n) of the dwarf who often wields a sledgehammer is particularly developed, and even those who do not practice often can see the marks on the arm.
The emaciated dwarf is normal in the human race, but in their eyes is a straw.
"I learned a little bit, but I didn't have time to practice."
Zhang Xing didn't talk nonsense, just learned.
"Well, I have a temper like my dwarves. Let me give you a try."
The bearded dwarf waved his short hand impatiently.
He knew that if this little skinny wasn't allowed to try it, he wouldn't be able to leave. Standing here for a month, or even a year, there was no way.
"Ian stepped aside and gave him somewhere, not a long eye." The bearded dwarf reprimanded.
Ian didn't say a word, let go of his work and walked aside.
Zhang Xing learned their movements and pinched a red iron bar from the hearth.
"Who borrows a hammer?"
Zhang Xing spread his hands, how to forge without hammer, use his fist!
The bearded dwarf drew a hammer from the back of the (fart pi) strand and threw it over.
"Use mine!"
There is a playful radian in the corner of the mouth. If you can't hold my 800-pound hammer, don't blame me for not giving you a chance.
At the same time, Zhang Xing made a small copy, caught the hammer, and waved twice casually.
"It seems a bit light!"
puff!
As the voice fell, the bearded dwarf drew a corner of his mouth.
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