It was like garbage piled into a mountain. The only difference was that garbage could only send cockroaches into a frenzy, while the Dwarves' stockpile before him kept Ryan's eyes wide open.
"We Dwarven craftsmen don't let just anything in."
"Only items that can earn the approval of a hundred Dwarven craftsmen are considered qualified and allowed into the warehouse."
No matter the era, Dwarves had never lacked weapons and equipment in war. That was because they always possessed collections enough to last at least ten lifetimes. Ryan was incredibly envious. How many years had Frozen Earth Territory existed? Even with different smelting techniques, how could it compare to the Dwarves' warehouses? "His Majesty said these things can only be brought out to trade with you after we improve our forging skills and confirm that Northlands cold forging truly works."
"For now, we're just letting you have a look."
After taking Ryan around inside once, Bofur pushed him out. Then enormous boulders were moved over to seal the entrance. Geothermal energy would naturally ensure no one could sneak inside without a sound.
Ryan looked regretfully at the extinct volcano before him and replied, "Then I'll wait and see. I hope the Dwarves' forging skills can rise to another level."
"They definitely will."
Bofur's eyes were filled with eagerness and confidence. No one in the world could surpass the Dwarves in forging craftsmanship. Whatever Brock could do, the Dwarves could certainly do as well.
"By the way, Sir Bofur."
"Our Land of the Forge has many active volcanoes. Can all of those volcanoes become Blacksmith Workshops?"
"Every active volcano will become a future Blacksmith Workshop. If every volcano in the Land of the Forge goes extinct, it will mean our divine artifact forging is complete."
"I see."
Ryan thought for a