The Dwarves wanted to forge the God of Forging.
The news truly left Brock completely silent. No matter how he thought about it, it was something—utterly unimaginable.
Deities created life, yet mortals were trying to turn the tables and create deities.
"Perhaps death is the best ending for you."
Bofur gave a carefree laugh and said, "You're right, Brock, but this is the meaning behind the forging arts pursued by the Land of the Forge."
"We want to forge creations unmatched by anything in the entire world!"
Brock stopped discussing the matter with Bofur. At that moment, countless flying shapes appeared in the distant sky.
"Giant Eagles? Those pointy-eared folk?"
Bofur stood up, then shook his head.
"The pointy-eared folk's Giant Eagles are blue."
"They're Giant Eagles from the Frozen Earth Territory."
The bloodlines that had failed to evolve into Blood Hawks had become transport Giant Eagles. Brock recognized them, while Blood Hawks flew higher in the sky to guide their course.
"Looks like the letter we sent back received a response."
A shrill whistle sounded from an attendant's lips. The formation of Giant Eagles descended onto the mountainside of the volcano. When Bofur and Brock emerged, the attendants had already begun unloading supplies from the Giant Eagles' backs.
One magic-patterned crate after another was opened. The glittering Magic Crystals made even the legendary Dwarf breathe faster.
"Magic Crystals?"
"They're all Magic Crystals."
Mikaela stepped forward, positioning herself between the crates and the Dwarves as she replied.
"Master Brock, there are sixty crates in total, containing one hundred and twenty thousand Magic Crystals. Gold and silver will be transported from the Frozen Earth Territory later. You may purchase anything you need in the Land of the Forge."
"Also, Lord Ryan asked whether you need Volund's Forge transported here."
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