Chapter 224: Seeing this hammer that can cause energy flow by just tapping, it seems like seeing the purple gold mine among the guardians of the dungeon...

Back at Shatas, the two of them didn't care about resting and found Chasi in the slum. The blond and strong woman was still leaning against the door of the blacksmith shop, smoking cigarettes in big mouthfuls, and her expression was as comfortable as a cat being fed. When she saw Feng Yin and I, she looked surprised.

"You actually came back alive?"

Then he ran over with great enthusiasm: "Where is the hammer?"

I threw the hammer directly to her. She gently took the big hammer weighing dozens of pounds with one hand, and then, with only five fingers, the heavy hammer danced in her palm.

Although it was not a great trick, it was obviously not due to physical effects. At least in the butcher's hands, the hammer was not so well-behaved. Perhaps, no one could be more suitable for this hammer called...Mahler next door.

"It's not next door to Mahler, it's Heradik Mahlers." Chasi corrected my pronunciation very seriously. She carried the hammer on her shoulder and said excitedly: "With this hammer, I can build a real magic weapon. Well, if there is that girl to help me, even if it's a double A or above, it's not impossible to challenge it once."

If you have two or more A, it is S. A level of S-level magic weapon. Even with the foundation of the Dark Temple or the Draenei Church, you may not be able to produce more than ten pieces. It shows that it is precious and truly a rare treasure that is rare in decades. If Chasy was not a verbal cannon, then the hammer next to Mahler might have a special effect in her hands.

Chasy admitted my guess with ease.

"This hammer was brought by my father from his hometown. It is said that it was a gift from a certain craftsman of his ancestors when he built weapons for the gods. Unfortunately, no one has been able to activate the power in it for many years, and the family has declined to this day. Unexpectedly, I activated the power in the hammer..." Chasi said, shrugging with regret, "It's a pity that Heradik has not fully recognized me, otherwise he would not have been stolen by others."

"Thank you for helping me get Heradik back. I will help you adjust your weapons seriously. It should not be too difficult for me."

Chaxi bowed and thanked us, leading us to the blacksmith shop. Although this blacksmith shop built in a slum was a little shabby, the basic equipment was complete.

"When my father lost all the original store, he finally lost the things inside, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do..." Chaxi said, sighing, "Who told him to be the father~"

First, it is to repair my curse torch.

"The fire is damaged? It seems that it is because it has captured too much energy, and it is damaged... It's strange. This weapon itself has a steady flow device. Did you remove the steady flow device to enhance the destructive power?" Chaxi looked at me with some dissatisfaction, "Weapons of this level should be cherished."

As he said that, he didn't look much, put the torch on the anvil and smashed it with one hammer

I x, so sloppy?

However, Chaxi's solemn expression showed that she was pounding the cursed torch with her full server's concentration. Every collision between the hammer and the torch next to Mahler stirred up a strong energy fluctuation, fierce and manic, obviously fire energy. The fluctuations of the fire energy came from inside the hammer next to Mahler, as if there was a small furnace inside the hammer. During the knocking, these fire energy was injected into the torch by Chaxi in a tough way, constantly enriching the dim fire...

About twenty minutes later, hundreds of hits had been performed, and Chasi shouted: "It's done."

With the last hammer, she knocked with great force. A large area of ​​Mars jumped up from the anvil, as if a small firework was placed. When the fireworks faded, the hammer next to Chasimale was thrown aside weakly.

The female blacksmith was soaked in sweat. She sat down on the pile of debris aside with almost some force, gasping heavily. She reached out to wipe the sweat off her face and smiled reluctantly: "It's done, check the goods."

I took back the torch and felt that the fire that was boarded in the warhammer seemed to be more active and powerful than before. And the tired but proud expression of Chasy also confirmed my guess that what she did was indeed more than just repair.

This female blacksmith is really capable of strengthening the A+ level magic weapon. I weighed the warhammer and felt that this daily task was not in vain.

Chasi rested for an hour and began to strengthen the Escinos battle blade for Feng Yin. Since it was a double sword, it was difficult to strengthen it. Chasi said that it was unlikely that it would be completed in one go, and the whole process would probably last for one day. Feng Yin was like a young father whose wife was about to give birth, full of excitement and expectation, insisting on witnessing the whole process here, and Chasi didn't care.

"Anyway, my dad is out, and he will never come back if he is drunk in the tavern for three or two days."

Feng Yin is bored to stay here, but I don’t want to. I haven’t been to Shatas City much. Although I have heard of it for a long time, there are still many places that I haven’t seen with my own eyes. This is a pity.

Take advantage of the rare opportunity and go on a bento trip.

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One day passed, and I had already left the outer edge of the city. To be honest, there was no big difference from Orgrimmar, except that the city's dominant leader changed from humans to Delaney and the blood elves. These two races are not harmonious, and they often occur when they frame each other. This kind of hatred originating from race has been with the history of the city for thousands of years, and no one can break it up. Fortunately, it is precisely because of the hatred of these two major races that other races have given enough space to survive.

The slums on the periphery are probably very similar to Orgrimmar. The city center, Aldo Heights occupied by Delaney, and the astrologer platform occupied by the blood elves, are like the Gemini tower, looking down on the whole city from a high place. At present, I have not yet gained enough reputation and climbed to the high ground reasonably and legally. Orgrimmar's VIP can only allow me to meet the two forces at the proxy point below the high ground. Of course, it is not impossible to sneak in, but there is nothing to do after going up.

Bored, I returned to the blacksmith shop in Chaxi. A day passed, the sound of the Ding Ding Dang here had attracted a large number of neighbors to protest. When I passed, hundreds of people surrounded the alleys, filled with indignation, but was shocked by Feng Yin, who was guarding the door, so he didn't dare to move forward.

Dozens of crisscrossing and bottomless marks were printed on both sides of the alley, dividing the realms of life and death. At this time, Feng Yin had long disappeared from the good temper of the mother star. People blocked people and gods blocked the gods.

When I pushed the crowd away, he was subconsciously slashed by him. Fortunately, I was prepared and dodged the way.

Seeing that it was me, he breathed a sigh of relief, frowned, and smiled helplessly: "I've been going crazy all day long, these slum beasts..."

The hammer of Chasi brought huge energy fluctuations, and even in the slums, many people could feel it. As a result, countless people began to covet this artifact.

"At first I persuaded you with kind words, then I was shocked by force, and then... I had to kill one to warn you. This didn't work. Before you came, I just slaughtered a whole patrol team that came after hearing the news. Even the regular troops in the city began to be dishonest."

Feng Yin was really angry this time, and no one would give him any face, including the slum managers. Before the strong men of sufficient grade arrived, the fish came and died as much as they came. When I came back, the body of the patrol team was picked up by my companions, and the new wave of trouble-seeking people had not yet arrived.

"It's so strange. Why did it make such a sensation this time? Why didn't that girl create your iron armor last time? Why didn't there be so many people?"

I'm also wondering, should we lay out some barriers in advance?

"Isn't that obvious telling others that there are treasures here?"

Then continue to kill, do you need me to help you clear the scene?

Feng Yin seemed to be really upset by the onlookers, and subconsciously nodded, but stopped in time and sighed: "Forget it, there is no need."

The weapon enhancement of Chasi quickly came to an end. With the last heavy hammer knocking, violent energy fluctuations swept through the blacksmith shop like a storm. Feeling the bloody and dark smell in the fluctuation, I think I at least understand why even the patrol members come to find fault.

It was all caused by the blood mist god's grace.

Chasi carried two Essinos swords and came out of the blacksmith shop. Seeing the three layers of inside and three layers outside, he smiled helplessly: "Forget it, at least I have completed another proud work."

She threw the battle blade to Feng Yin, leaning on the door frame alone, holding half of the cigarette wet with sweat in her mouth, snorting, but no smoke was sprayed out.

Feng Yin felt a little embarrassed when he saw this, and said, "I still have some fair badges here..."

Chaxi spread his hands: "No need. I feel very happy to complete this kind of work, and I can't exchange for a hundred badges. And..." She pointed at the onlookers outside, "They are not a big trouble, I just hope my dad won't be drunk for too long this time."

Before he finished speaking, a roar like thunder was heard from behind the crowd.

"Damn girl, are you farting again? When did you get drunk?"

Then I saw the crowds piled up at the entrance of the alley, bursting open like bubbles of boiling water, and involuntarily squeezed out a passage, revealing a short figure at the end of the passage.

The dwarf is about two-thirds of that of a human being, but the cross-section is often three-half. This is a standard old dwarf. He drags his beard from his chin to the ground, then folds it back to his waist, and tucks it around his belt. The wrinkles on his face are as deep and tortuous as sand skin, but the two arms exposed outside the short-sleeved top are so thick that they don’t look like an elderly person.

The old man walked up step by step. When he arrived at the door, he glanced around and said angrily to the group of onlookers: "Don't you get out yet, wait for me to deal with you myself?"
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