The Vitality That Devoured Life, the Dwarves' Plan to Forge a "God"
The Dwarves could earn unimaginable wealth, especially in this century.
But today's Dwarves, taken as a race, were very poor.
A considerable portion of that enormous wealth had been used to forge Mithril and Adamantine for the creation of Airships, and that was only part of the expenditure.
Mining veins, forging metals, carving magic runes, engines resonating—too many new things had consumed the wealth the Dwarves had hoarded.
Even this war in the north was only happening because The Woodlands was willing to support them with sufficient resources, and of course, those resources were not limited to forging.
After all, because they had no money, the Dwarves had even reduced how often they bought grain from humans to brew alcohol.
Having no alcohol to drink was fatal for Dwarves.
That Master Brock, as a human, could move smoothly through this Land of the Forge was already proof of the Dwarves' recognition of him. But to say the Dwarves would also give him an entire Volcanic Forge— that was something even the legendary Dwarf Bofur could not do.
Bang!
Bofur hurled the wine jug to the ground. No matter how he thought about it, he just could not feel satisfied.
"My forge."
An active volcano had become a dead volcano. All the smithies and forging platforms in the forge were useless now. Even a legend had to start over from scratch. Without a smithing platform, a Dwarf itched all over from morning to night.
Master Brock, who had stopped forging, was not as silent as the Dwarves imagined humans to be. On the contrary, he was somewhat bold and unrestrained.
"Come, come, have a taste of Frozen Earth Territory's liquor."
Brock rubbed his bald head. After forging Fire-in-Stone into