When the Minotaur blacksmith called the patrol team to the Blacksmith Shop, Han Wu was already forging.
He took a large chunk of fused transparent crystal from the small bag he carried with him.
After being heated by the flames, the transparent crystal began to soften.
Han Wu held the Forging Hammer and brought it down blow after blow.
Under his hammering, the transparent crystal quickly took shape.
Han Wu was forging a great sword.
His proficiency with great swords surpassed that of any other weapon.
Just then, the patrol team entered and saw Han Wu in the middle of forging.
"Old Ox, is he the one trying to take your furnace?" The patrol guard knew the Minotaur blacksmith and asked directly.
But the Minotaur blacksmith raised a hand in front of the guard's mouth. "Don't talk. Let me watch a little longer."
Han Wu remained completely unaffected, the Forging Hammer in his hand continuing to strike.
From time to time, he took out crystals of various colors and fused them into the newly forged great sword.
The clanging of hammer on metal rang out like a symphony, leaving the Minotaur blacksmith utterly entranced.
"This is definitely Dwarven craftsmanship! I'd stake my life on it—this was definitely learned from Dwarves!" the Minotaur blacksmith cried wildly to the patrol guards.
Seeing the Minotaur blacksmith like this, the patrol guards stopped concerning themselves with the matter and left the Blacksmith Shop.
Only the Minotaur blacksmith remained, watching intently as Han Wu used all manner of techniques to forge the equipment.
He was utterly spellbound.
About an hour later, Han Wu stopped swinging the Forging Hammer and took out the diamond-shaped fragment he had found in the basket of Iron Ore, placing it inside the great sword.
As the diamond-shaped fragment settled into