Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

Chapter 273 Forging Rune Weapons

The dwarves' distrust of the elves is of course correct. Nothing the elves do is beneficial to the dwarves.

In this case, telling the truth is the best solution.

"This is the dark elf who calls himself Druzy."

Wendlow pointed at Featherin and then at Izesi next to him.

"This is a high elf. Although both are elves, they are currently in a state of civil war. They are both trying to win over the dwarves and get their help."

The dwarf blacksmith in front of him had an expression of disbelief on his face.

"What? Compatriots killing each other? This is impossible."

Although the dwarf high-ranking officials basically knew the history of the elves' split, ordinary dwarves had never heard of such a thing.

For the dwarves, compatriots who believe in the same ancestors will never kill each other. That is something only humans and greenskins do.

How could the elves kill each other? This situation deeply irritated the two dwarves present.

Upon hearing this, Feselin and Izesi could no longer hold back. The hostile Asur and Druzy even stuck together and looked down at the dwarf from above.

"What about you? How do you explain the Chaos Dwarves? Not only did they fight a civil war with you, they even betrayed Order and threw themselves into the arms of Chaos. They are pure bad seed."

Only elves can curse someone so hard that it directly hits their lungs, and this does not distinguish between high elves, dark elves, and wood elves.

After all, no matter how fierce the fight between the Dark Elves and the High Elves gets, no one will convert to the embrace of Chaos.

Both sides, from the leadership to the grassroots people, have a resistance attitude towards chaos and are committed to eradicating the corruption of chaos within their own territories.

"They are not our compatriots. Those dirty guys are not our compatriots at all."

"You are of the same origin, and you originated from the same place. You are the same species, the dwarves."

The conversations between elves and dwarves always deviate further and further, and in the end both sides will be led into a ditch by each other.

Wendlow had already noticed that the atmosphere was not right, and immediately stood up to interrupt the conversation.

"Moose and I are going to the Dark Land to kill the Chaos Dwarves there, so we must have rune weapons."

After these words were spoken, the elves and dwarves stopped fighting, giving each other a way out.

After all, the elves and dwarves now have only one consensus, that is, Chaos Dwarves are really not good people.

Instead of blaming each other, it is better to focus the conflict on one enemy and share the same hatred for the enemy.

Besides, Windlow was not wrong. He and Mousse would indeed go to Zhendan. They would definitely pass through the Dark Land along the way and would inevitably deal with the Chaos Dwarves.

Since the elves and dwarves in front of us hate the Chaos Dwarves so much, why don’t they work together to forge a weapon?

This logic obviously silenced both sides, and the dwarf took advantage of the situation to throw coal into the stove and start forging.

I picked up the pig iron with my bare hands, put it under my nose and sniffed it hard. It was indeed quite good and of reliable quality.

This stuff is high-quality iron ore that Windlow bought from the city of Dautenbach in Wiesen Territory. It can even be used to make external armor for steam tanks.

So the dwarf would also show an expression of admiration and nodded to indicate that it was indeed good.

The flame was lit, but due to the lack of apprentice craftsmen, Windlow had to blow the bellows to keep the stove warm.

By continuously adding carbon, the iron ore has been completely reduced and turned into molten iron, which flows down the groove and falls into the mold, forming an iron ingot.

"Go, find a mold you like."

The dwarf rune blacksmith, whose beard was curled by the heat, looked back at Mousse and pointed to the pile of molds beside him.

Since it is a custom weapon, let the customer choose the one he likes.

Mousse was not polite at all and searched carefully among the pile of molds.

The hammer didn't work well, the axe was too slow, and the sword was a little short. Ah, she found a mold of the right length and size and dug it out from the corner.

After saying "confirm" three times in a row, the dwarf nodded hesitantly. I really don't know why elves and humans don't like hammers and axes, these two powerful weapons.

Can a long sword penetrate armor? Yes, it can.

However, we still respected the customer's request and poured the molten iron into the mold. After it cooled, we took it out with tongs and placed it on the forging table.

The sturdy dwarf held the equally sturdy forging hammer in his hands and struck it again and again, sparks flying.

Needless to say, the weapons forged by the Rune Blacksmith and the Senior Blacksmith were completed in a short time, and the entire sword body was completely consistent.

And then comes the most important moment.

"Get out of the way! You all have to get out of the way!"

Of course, Windlow knew the dwarves' secret formula. They would share it among their own guild and peers, but would never teach it to humans, not to mention the presence of elves on the scene.

We had no choice but to push the three elves out of the blacksmith shop, and everyone waited patiently outside.

Anyway, the three elves are all magicians and are not really interested in things like forging. If it was a Vaal blacksmith who came, he would have to steal the dwarf's secret formula at least.

There was a constant clanging sound coming from inside, and it was a long time before the dwarf's voice with a smell of coal smoke was heard.

"come in."

Inside the house, the basic prototype of the rune sword had already been prepared. The sword, which was a fusion of oath gold and obsidian, showed a luster that was difficult for Windlow to understand.

Even if it's not a magical weapon, it must at least be extremely sharp. After all, it only took one afternoon to make it, so it must be an ordinary item.

Back when the dwarves forged the Runefang Swords for humans, it took no less than a hundred years to make each sword.

For the weapons of the elves, spending an entire afternoon on them was already a great respect.

What we need to do now is naturally to enchant and add runes.

Runes are the most expensive among the dwarves, and only the most advanced rune blacksmiths have the power to steadily infuse the wind of magic into runes.

And according to the customs of the dwarves, since runes involve magic, the number must not exceed a certain limit.

No matter what kind of rune weapon or equipment it is, it can only have three runes at most. If there are more than three, it will not comply with the dwarf regulations.

As for the type of rune, it was of course Mousse who would choose it. Since she had helped the dwarves fight against the greenskins before, she could get one rune for free. As for the other two, the dwarves didn't owe her such a big favor.

This only rune choice is what Mousse is most concerned about now.

After the first great Chaos invasion was repelled, runes were commonplace in the Dwarven Empire, or so the Dwarves said.

Lanterns that glow without flame, boots that can walk all day without getting tired, bags that can carry a chest full of gold, once the dwarves possessed all these and many other wonders.

There are even records of runes being engraved on even the most humble items during the Golden Age of the Dwarves, including slippers and ashtrays.

But now, due to various disasters and destruction, the rune forging techniques left are becoming increasingly scarce, and are only concentrated in a few types.