Running Away From The Hero! - Chapter 329
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chapter 329 | 33. This too will pass (1)
# 1 Their situation: What kind of race
Since the creation of the world in the beginning, there have been gods in the new world and several races in the summer.
The gods looked down on the earth, taking care of the races that the Creator had passed on, and many races prospered with the blessings of the gods.
Naturally looking at the gods who cared for themselves, several races developed their own qualities.
Elves loved by the gods of nature, peace and charity, they lived in nature and pursued peace.
Fighting, struggling, loved by the god of war, the pursuit of strength.
Beloved by the earth, the fire, and the creator god, this race created something endlessly.
Those who dig ore from the ground most of their lives and live with fire.
Those who throw away their hometowns that have lived hundreds of years for better ingredients.
Those who hate stopping their hands rather than death.
The gods called the race Dwarf, and the world called them craftsmen.
And such craftsmen’s village.
land! land! land!
The sound of knocking on something at regular intervals was coming.
The sound of tapping iron.
Generally speaking, it can be heard in a blacksmith, but it was different in the world of dwarves.
The sound of knocking on the iron was a sacred sound, and it was also a routine that could be heard anytime, anywhere.
“A little stronger!”
“Okay!”
A dwarf was watching the surrounding dwarves and raising their sound.
The perception of the world is that Dwarves are all artisans.
It was a wrong perception.
Obviously, the dwarf race grows from childhood to iron, and each and every one makes objects with the craftsmanship.
However, when comparing something in a group, it is natural to compare it with those around you.
In the Dwarf world, where everyone is an artisan, craftsmanship was the minimum standard.
In the human world, a craftsman who no one else can follow was just an ordinary blacksmith who trains his skills while cursing.
“For a blacksmith, Cheol is the first love. gold? good. It’s shiny, cool, and expensive. If you make it well, even the greedy dragon can drool. It can be a simple decoration, but if you put in magic well, you can make great gold with pure gold. ”
Dozens of dwarf blacksmiths knocking on iron watched the old dwarf voice.
“Mithril? much better. It’s good for the metal itself, and even better for fusion with magic. It is also widely distributed for rare metals. The best material for a blacksmith is a metal called Mithril! ”
The sound of pounding iron is echoing everywhere.
Nevertheless, the voice of the old man was never buried. No, rather, the sound of iron pounding was being carved into the blacksmith’s ears and chest.
“But Cheol is our first love. I caught it when I first learned the blacksmith, touched the most, and touched until the end was probably iron. ”
land! land! land!
They beat the iron silently.
There is no need for a verbal answer.
This is our answer!
As if to say so, they only knocked iron strongly.
“For the blacksmith, the beginning and end are iron. Mithril? A true craftsman must be able to beat a mithril sword with an iron sword. ”
It was ridiculous.
Iron and Mithril had an incomparable difference.
No matter how excellent a masterpiece, a sword made of iron cannot beat a sword made of mithril.
That is common sense.
And those who develop their skills to break the common sense.
They are the master craftsmen.
Dwarf was a race that the sword makers revered.
“Just hit the iron and feel the soul. Iron is telling you. Make yourself stronger and harder! ”
land! land! land!
Even though dozens of people were knocking on their iron, the sound was constantly ringing.
It is usually said that there is a loud noise in the forge.
It was natural.
Melt and knock iron, melt and knock again.
A place where the sound of iron and iron keeps ringing.
Because it is a blacksmith.
But this place was different.
The cries of iron created by resonance by several craftsmen.
It was like a piece of music.
It was a song of iron that would not be pushed at all compared to the performance of outstanding musicians.
“For blacksmiths, iron is the basics. Iron benefits the world. What we want is not to make weapons that hurt others. We are honing our skills to make the world beneficial. ”
land! land! land!
Now, as dwarven old dwarves, they were dwarf blacksmiths who only focused on tapping iron.
Looking at it, the old Dwarf smiled calmly.
Selflessness.
The dwarf old man was pleased to see a junior blacksmith who had a soul in forgetting even himself and knocking on iron.
“Silver or gold? good. Mithril? good! Adamantium? Orichalcon? Ertel? Yes, they are all good metals. It is clear that ordinary blacksmiths are metals that are hard to see while polishing their lives, and metals that are difficult to see even if we touch all kinds of metals. However!”
Is it because of raising the sound too much?
The old Dwarf felt a slight sore throat and drank a sip of the original cold water around him.
“It cannot be said that it makes the world good. Have you ever seen farm equipment made of silver or gold? Have you ever seen a shovel made of Mithril, a pickaxe made of Adamantium, and a rake made of Oriharkon or Ertel! ”
The old Dwarf, who drank water that had been heated by the surrounding temperature, shouted with a feeling of squeezing everything.
“none. Anything made of such a good metal is a weapon. ”
Dwarf’s technology will benefit the world.
It has been a long time since the dwarf race has been a pride.
But the reality was different.
As they looked at the techniques they had honed to benefit the world, the world said:
‘Make a better weapon. Make more powerful weapons. Make a weapon that can kill anyone even a little bit more! ‘
The world wanted a tool to bury them.
We made weapons to destroy the world, not to do it.
“Weapon is not a bad thing. It is right to raise your weapon to protect something. Who will blame the warriors who lift the sword to fight the evil spirits? ”
The old Dwarf didn’t make weapons to kill anyone.
But it wasn’t that they didn’t make weapons at all. No, rather, the dwarves who made the most swords among the dwarves of this clan.
Make me and melt it again.
Make me and melt it again.
Make me and melt it again!
He made several swords and melted them a day, and he made swords that cut something even when there was no day, and swords that couldn’t cut anything even when there was a blade.
The two dwarves praised the dwarves by calling them life and death.
“So knock on the iron. Most farmers use iron farm equipment. All the devices that benefit the world also use iron. Iron has no characteristics. Instead, it’s everywhere, hard and straight metal. ”
Metal was also available in small rural blacksmithing.
To that extent, iron was widely distributed in the world, and the world developed as a result.
“The blacksmith needs to know iron. You must learn iron. Because iron is basic. ”
land! land! land! land!
The old Dwarf thought as he heard the knock on the iron.
Since he made two swords called the Life and Death Sword, the clan changed the standard for making weapons.
It was decided to make weapons only for those who could handle biopsy.
“If you learn the basics and realize them, you will be able to realize the soul of iron. And if you can realize the soul of iron, you will know what iron chooses. ”
Those who make swords are blacksmiths, but they are prosecutors who use them.
Those who make and use.
Who can’t say it’s more important.
If the creator makes a weapon with malice, he will be able to create a weapon that can corrupt the user.
If the user has malice, even a sword made with straight will can degrade it.
Therefore, the biopsy of the elderly could be the standard for this clan.
“A true test can cut anything with a blade without a blade. And such a test may not cut a leaf even with a blade. ”
The old man smiled bitterly, thinking of the man who told him this.
Trials of this clan are simple.
The use of swords called biopsy swords as the original sword. In other words, you can’t cut things with no blade, and you cut things with a blade.
It is very easy to hear.
It is only natural that things without a day are not cut, and it is natural to have a day.
However, all the tests using the sword were bound to be astonished.
Even if you swing the bladed blade hard, you can’t cut anything, and even if you swing the bladed blade carefully, even the steel is cut.
Prosecutors who witness the moment when common sense in the world is destroyed lose their coolness.
It is common for ordinary humans to not see dwarves in their lives.
It’s a very rare case of meeting a Dwarf, but it happened very often during a very big festival like the international of the Karan Empire.
Dwarves were like that.
People who prefer to make something in a workshop or forge rather than wandering the world.
A race that constantly seeks learning in their sanctuary.
A race that everyone in the world wants, but because they don’t want others, they are hidden in the depths of the world!
It was very difficult to find a refuge for such a race.
This is because there are only 12 of them on the huge continent.
With that much enthusiasm, the Dwarves are asking for weapons to achieve something they want to achieve.
Knowing that, the Dwarves also give people a chance to visit their villages.
However, not all of those opportunities could be passed. No, it was Dwarf’s ordeal that only very few could pass.
The same is true for this clan.
Those who cannot hear the soul of iron, cannot pass.
That was the role of a biopsy sword made by an old Dwarf, and it was also a trial that only a few passed in the history of over a hundred years.
land! land! land! land!
Unlike the old man’s bitter smile, Cheol’s song was approaching climax.
“Iron does not lie. So understand iron. Understanding iron allows you to know the minds of those who deal with it. ”
The old man spoke out and laughed pityfully.
It wasn’t a lie.
Those who realized the extreme of iron could know the personality of the sword-maker and the sword-master by simply looking at the sword.
I was so sure. Until there was only one exception.
The old man lamented each time he thought of the exception.
“A sword that can’t be cut even with or without a blade, and a sword that can be cut even when there is no blade… … . ”
When I first saw him, the old man could not help but be surprised.
It was common to be surprised at all tests that took a biopsy.
But the man was admired, not surprised. And it passed through trials so easily.
“Well, it ‘s a black sword.”
Cut with a blade with a blade, not with a blade without a blade.
Dwarf craftsmen, including the elderly, were thrilled to see the humans who had overcome the ordeal as usual.
‘I am trying to make something like this … Is it possible? ‘
And upon hearing the weapons he described, the elderly and other craftsmen could realize that the weapons they wanted were here.
“As a craftsman, speak in season. How you will change what you seek and how you will change iron. ”
land! land! land! … land!
At the same time as the old man’s words ended, the song of iron ended.
At the same time, the dwarves from the selfless world returned to the original world, and iron became a blade with sharp expectations.
“If a craftsman wants to, the sword will have the expectation even if the blade is not raised. Everyone followed me well. ”
“Thank you, Elder!”
Swordsman Moruman remained in the place of the dwarves who carried the results they had made with a satisfying expression.
Always knock the iron, so only the anvil that is tanned remains.
The old man sighed as a result of the tribal name of the Black Anvil clan.
“Why do you remember what happened then… … . ”
The intention of the user and producer was excellent.
Weapons, but non-killing weapons.
A weapon that clearly made the world better, repenting of sin and wrong.
But the end is … It was terrible enough to be called the evil spirits’ horseman.
“Elder!”
The words of a young Dwarf, who suddenly ran into the memories of the old days, discovered why the old man thought of old memories.
“He, he came! Honorary elder Hector has come to the village! ”
The person he remembered.
The Black Anvil gave a lot of information to the clan, but it was the reason that caused the clan to make ‘it’ that everyone still suffers from.
When he heard that he had come, the old man said, looking at the scorched ceiling.
“City X! It is a day like pine nuts. ”
Yes.
He is already… It was after being dyed by someone.
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