After passing through the crowd, the three great kings of the South Continent finally saw the scene at the center of the forge.
There, a Dwarf with equally bulging muscles and a stern expression was intently carrying out his forging work.
He held a Frostblue forging hammer in his hands. Every strike erupted with intense chill and scattering sparks.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sound of the forging hammer striking metal was like an ancient war song, carrying a unique rhythm as tangible ripples spread outward in waves.
The moisture in the air instantly condensed into tiny ice crystals, then evaporated into mist beneath the heat, forming a strange scene where ice and fire intertwined.
Grendil stared at the hammer in the Dwarf's hand, his pupils suddenly contracting as even his breathing grew more rapid.
He recognized that forging hammer. It was the treasured artifact of the Frostbeard Clan: the Frostcore Eternal Silence Hammer. Back then, he had traveled all the way from the South Continent to the West Continent in pursuit of this hammer, eventually encountering Cao Xing.
But he also knew this was not the time to pursue the matter.
So he suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and continued looking ahead.
Including the three great kings, everyone had been drawn in by this Dwarf blacksmith's forging process.
He continuously swung the forging hammer, every blow landing with incomparable precision.
Resting upon the forging table was a long, slender blade shimmering in purple, green, and blue.
Its blade flowed with radiant light, like a galaxy pouring down.
The weapon's material seemed to have been carved from some kind of living crystal, with tri-colored light constantly flowing across its surface.
At times, it pulsed like blood vessels; at others, it twisted into sinister serpent-like shapes, looking extraordinarily eerie.
Fine