They got straight to work.
Dwarves were never ones to drag their feet.
King Muradin ordered the warriors who had returned with Balin to rest first and prepare for the upcoming training to introduce the new weapons to the entire clan.
He himself, meanwhile, led Balin and the elders toward the weapons workshop at the heart of Mountain City, unable to wait.
This was the Dwarf Clan's most sacred place.
Countless legendary pieces of equipment had been born here. The forges burned day and night, and the ringing of smithing hammers had echoed for a thousand years.
But today, these proud craftsmen would face an unprecedented challenge-
Taking apart Great Xia's weapons.
"Let's start with something simple."
King Muradin spoke in a deep voice.
Balin nodded, took an automatic rifle from his Spatial Ring, and placed it on the forging bench.
Several Dwarf craftsmen immediately gathered around, their gazes burning hot enough to melt the gun.
Elder Glen reached out first, running his rough fingers over the gun.
"Ordinary materials, no rune circuits, no fluctuations of magic power..."
He muttered with a frown, his voice full of puzzlement.
"But why can it unleash such terrifying power?"
Another elder chimed in.
"Could it be some kind of enchantment we don't know about?"
"Impossible. My sensitivity to enchantments is greater than yours. This thing is just a pile of inert iron."
Elder Glen shook his head, then his gaze sharpened.
"Unless... the secret lies in its internal structure!"
He immediately called several craftsmen over to begin dismantling it.
The Dwarves' skill with metal was beyond question.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the entire rifle had been taken apart, its components laid out neatly on the bench.
The barrel, bolt, magazine, trigger assembly...
And that slender, coiled spring.
Elder Glen