Dagon had long discovered that his adoptive father Tormond might be busy with certain things secretly without hiding it, especially in the past two months, this feeling was particularly obvious.

Most of the Jiangu people were more or less a bit rough, but this did not include Dagon, and he felt that he was quite careful. He still remembered that about three months ago, Tormond called him over and measured his shoulder width, arms length and holding diameter. At that time, he felt that his father's eyes were a little dodged. His father would definitely not harm him. If he kept it so much and didn't talk about it, and if he asked, he would immediately change the topic and eliminate the impossible scare, it would definitely be a surprise.

Why collect physical data? He is not a young child. Eighteen years of combat training have given him enough experience. Just use his brain to guess what his father is thinking: in most cases, Thormond is preparing to build a weapon for him as a gift for the coming-of-age ceremony. Oh, if you think about it carefully, the adoptive father seems to have quit drinking for three years, and the family has not eaten better because of this. Wherever the money saved goes, there will be an answer.

"What weapon will it be?" Excitement and excitement rippled in my heart, and Dagon's pace became faster.

The adoptive father Tormond Gangzhu is a weapon master, and his physical disability will not reduce his knowledge. The weapon master of the Jiangu clan is a very rare title. Unlike other races and cultures, those who are only proficient in one or two weapons cannot be called masters. They must master all weapons and have good practical combat levels, and can use combat experience to promote the improvement and upgrading of weapons, that is, to achieve practical combat, forging and teaching, so that they can be called weapon masters.

"If my father is not injured, even if he doesn't become the chief guard and just focuses on forging, his family's living standards can be improved a lot."

Before adopting Dagon, Tormond also taught several apprentices, who all achieved success in learning and played an important role in the society of Jiangu. But when it comes to strictness and comprehensiveness, Dagon received more training intensity than those apprentices, after all, he was a "son".

It can be said that he can use all his weapons, at least he understands the principles of combat, and remembers the key points of footwork and body techniques. What he lacks at present is mainly the time to accumulate experience and the training to combine mana and combat skills. If according to Dagon's self-feeling, he feels that he is using a good machete, and the next one is the warhammer, as well as the flying axe and the flying knife.

However, these are the weapons of the adoptive father Tormond, adapting to his body and fitting his external magic powers - it's a pity that they were all the time. The adoptive father was depressed for a period of time, in a bad state of mind, and even threw away all his weapons. Fortunately, there was a clear mind at home. Corona finally found all her husband's things and hid them in the cracks in the cellar at home.

"What will it be? What will it be?" Dagon mumbled, almost saying this. No wonder he was so excited. After all, it would be his own adult weapon, and it was the most important tool to fight for the happy life of his family in the future. "Hope will be a hunting weapon - Dad knows that I want to join the hunting team. Well... it should be powerful, not the delicate and small ones. In fact, as long as it can be used, it is good, and it is important to spend less money."

He muttered that it was cheap, but his heart kept circling with various weapons and their techniques, which made Dagon dazzled for a moment. Even walking past the girls of the Huogu family did not cause any turmoil. Of course, this is mainly because of the girls of the Huogu family. Although they could whistle from afar, they were not ashamed to speak when they really got to the side.

Even if it is silent, it is not an exaggeration.

Dagon had no idea that he had avoided the natural enemies of Fire Valley. He did not react until he met Doma again. His friends were still not too far ahead in the end. The girls from the Fire Valley family would give way, but other families would not be afraid of Doma's ugly appearance. But he didn't have to continue trying. Dagon had already lifted his bucket up.

"Come on, I'll carry it next, you can rest for a while." Doma reached out to the two shoulder poles at the same time, wanting to remove all the burdens of Dagon. How can this be done? Dagon shook his head, pulled Doma to the side of the road, and put down the bucket on the platform on the second floor.

"As usual, we are half of each one." Dagon said, "But I'll give you my shoes first, and I'm still a little squeezed."

"Okay." Doma took the shoe and was putting it on his feet. He found that there was an extra hole in the sole of the shoe's thumb, which was the case with both shoes.

"Dagon, I've never seen such a strange thing before: How did you pierce the soles and toes of your shoes?"

Dagon scratched his head, and he also expressed confusion. He was stunned for a few seconds before he could roughly clear his thoughts: It is very likely that this was caused by the external manifestation of mana. When he jumped onto the mountain wall, his body's mana reached a breakthrough due to the tension caused by the impact. In addition to the tip of his finger, his toes also attracted the earth element mana, causing the rock to wrap around, increasing the contact area between the body and the rock, thereby improving grip and safety.

"I don't feel anything at all," Dagon wouldn't fool good friends with lies, so he jumped straight to the result: "I broke your shoes, I'll accompany you with a pair."

"I'm sorry! Look at the crack carefully. It's obviously caused by frequent friction with the rocks, so it's not what you wear, it's me-or my brother. This wound is fine, but fortunately it's on the soles of the shoes, just find an iron piece to seal it. Aren't some heels just so repaired?"

Dagon blushed a little. The marks of rock wear were caused by the apparent mana. He knew very well: "How embarrassed? I'll give you a pair."

"Then when you get the first money into the hunting team, buy me a pair of shoes, after all, I have always taken care of you like this."

"Hehe, that's OK." Dagon changed his shoes, carried his own shoulder pole, and nodded: "We'll just say that."

"I'm sure." Doma nodded. He thought to himself: I'll buy a pair of shoes for Dagon at that time, and his toes are always outside, and he looks so stupid.

Because the steps were narrow, the two people could not walk up side by side, and could only go one by one behind. Doma was behind, blocking his face with Dagon's wide butt, so as not to scare the pedestrians down the other side. When they were about to arrive at the second floor of the city, Doma suddenly asked: "Dagon, are you still okay to put down the water later? I want to get a fight with you."

It was probably for the sake of the adult ceremony assessment and hunting team. Dagon thought for a while and said, "Okay, okay, but my dad asked me to go to the Starfire Iron Shop on the market. I don't think it will take me too long. When I come back, we will train again."

"Then I'll go with you, just go and see. If your father is in a good mood, maybe I can ask him to give him some advice."

"He always feels good when he sees me." Dagon said with an eyebrow like this: "Let me turn a corner and walk from your doorstep. When you put the water down, can you keep going together?"

"Okay, then let's take two steps! Don't let uncle wait."

The ugly monster combination began to accelerate, and Dagon made a snoring sound in front of him, imitating the angry monsters that were about to charge, and the pedestrians avoided him. Although the two of them carried a full bucket and went up the steps again, they couldn't get up at all, in the hearts of the two, they seemed to be unstoppable.

At the same time, in the market area near the ground entrance and exit barriers on the first floor of Jian Gucheng, Tormond "Half Dragon" Steel Casting was sitting at the door of the Spark Iron Shop. Just like the sculpture of Olego, under his butt was an anvil, and a long-handled hammer was used as a handrail, supported under the fake creaking nest on his right.

The right half of Tormond's body was destroyed by the black dragon's acid, and he lost his shoulders, right arm and half of his right leg. The situation was very critical at that time. It was said that the skin on the right was burned through, and the ribs and internal organs could be seen. If the Lord had not tried hard to rescue him, he might have died on the spot. Later, in order to prevent the wound from worsening, he had to cut off his right leg and install a prosthetic limb like his right arm.

The most sinister injury was inside. The black dragon's acid poison hurt Tormond's heart and lungs, causing his physical strength to suffer severe damage, and he went from a powerful weapon master to a disabled person who could not do anything.

But his experience and vision are still there, his mouth can still teach people a lesson, and he can also guide him with a stick in his left hand. Dagon was taught by these eyes, this mouth and that crutch. Now the stick is beating on the ground, responding to Tormond's screams and scolding.

"At your level, I don't think I'll become a forging master in this life. Who do you want to fool? You'll push your disciples. Is this going to lose your reputation, and I'm completely shameless?"

"Yes, it's all my fault. I've drunk too much." A dwarf with a huge red rosacea nose was busy beside the stove. His two apprentices tried hard to pull the bellows, trying to make the fire stronger. "Master of Steel Casting, don't be angry, I can change the spine runes of the living steel."

"Take out your skills, I want to see the level of two 3 gold and earth element." Tormond narrowed his eyes, as if he was emitting a terrifying light from the deep of the scarred eye socket. "If you work harder, you must use mana to pull the bellows. Elemental level 2 power is essential. You must be able to hold the volume of refined coal powder and charcoal, and not be larger. Lao Dongzi, have you taught your disciples well?"

"Shut up, you're all working!" The dwarf of rosacea glared at his group of apprentices, and then faced Tommond with a sarcastic smile. He knew very well that the weapon master's vision and prestige were still there. If the work was done wrong, it would be like smashing his own signboard and not having a good life in the future. It was all because of his greed and lazyness that he would let his apprentices who had not mastered the skills.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense. Take out your skills and have a chance to modify." Tormond also saw that at the critical moment, he stopped yelling, suppressed his temper, and lowered his voice. "This is a weapon for me and a gift for adults. Do you know the weight?"

"Damn it, I won't say it earlier." Rosacea rolled up her sleeves and exposed the muscles of her arms. The mana began to boil along the blood vessels, like a group of snakes surrounding the dragons, all the way to the back of her hand. The mana of the golden element went up to another step and reached level 4/10. At this time, the rune hammer in his hand began to sound, which was a manifestation of full mana.

"I dare not speak loudly anything else, but this is my best, and others can't compare to it." Rosacea's eyes were filled with the light of sacred confidence. He slammed the hammer and shouted: "Runes: Strong."
Chapter completed!