Herad had little faith in the Stonewright's confidence.
But he said nothing more about it.
Sire Denathrius had shown the Stonewright kindness by promoting her.
It was only human nature for her to trust him in return.
Judging by the Stonewright's attitude, Sire Denathrius had done an excellent job cultivating his public image!
But perhaps he really had been good at first.
As his thirst for power grew, he had slowly become a great villain.
Spending every day in a gloomy, ghastly place like Revendreth, it was only natural for his mind to become twisted.
It was not a good thing for these most primordial beings in the universe to possess such overwhelming power.
Take Sargeras, the warrior Titan who fought against evil.
He had fallen because of a single sudden notion.
To eradicate evil more effectively, he had ultimately become evil himself.
For now, the Stonewright did not believe Sire Denathrius would betray the Shadowlands.
When the truth surfaced, she would learn just how good the villain was at acting!
Those rigid-minded Stoneborn did not care whether Sire Denathrius was a villain.
They were more concerned about the weapons and armor being forged.
When these Stoneborn had been poor, even a spear had been a treasure to them.
Now that they had prospered, they looked down on flimsy spears and demanded bigger, heavier weapons.
They gathered around the smithy, gesturing and discussing, before finally choosing heavy battle axes as their melee weapons.
Once the Arcane Golem received the crafting order, it began forging weapons with practiced ease.
Under the blows of its hammer, the glowing-red metal billet quickly took shape.
Watching the Arcane Golem's highly sophisticated work, the spectating Stoneborn had only one thing on their minds: utter admiration.
Stoneborn had no talent for smithing. They could use things,