Chapter 120
Furnace of Ulduir.
The legend of blacksmiths who existed in the mythical age and possess unprecedented skills that never existed before.
He is also the only blacksmith recognized by the six gods among the blacksmiths that exist in Arcia, and he is a mortal who has risen to the ranks of a lower god with only metallurgy.
It is said that the weapons he left behind were more than enough to destroy the entire continent at the same time as the creation, and only traces of them remained scattered throughout the continent after the Shinma War that Shaka and the six gods fought over seven days and nights.
It was the same here too.
A circular plaza with lava streams descending from both ends of the ceiling, which seemed to be 50 meters high, and the lava swirling in a circle before flowing down.
In the center was a steel round table that could seat more than twenty people, and on three sides, except for the entrance where Damian was standing, a splendid boulevard that looked like a royal road stretched over the river of lava.
It was known as the place where Ulduir lived during his lifetime.
Although, at the end of the three-sided street, there was a gothic arched structure that seemed to have been built by a genius architect in the Middle Ages, and behind it was the darkness of a corridor so far away that it was unknown how wide it had.
Damian could easily guess how great the construction technology here was just from where he was standing now.
Even just passing over the lava was enough to come out in admiration.
Of course, it is said that the heat equivalent to that of a dry sauna fills the cavity, but it is no exaggeration to say that the air that penetrates the nostrils is never acrid, a product of advanced magical engineering.
“It’s strange here, master! It looks like it will be boiled, but it is filled with very clean mana!”
“okay?”
It goes without saying that Ulduir’s furnace is a place blessed by nature only when the bundle, which had been hiding between the silver hairs of the epaulettes, rises above the head.
The energy of the earth flowing from nature was created in one place, so the entire space was filled with mana that was so dense that it could be called a dragon vein.
It was because it was an amazing enough space that Ulduir himself had been expanding and renovating over hundreds of years.
“Is no one here…”
“It’s very quiet, master.”
Silence began to fill the cavity as Damian walked towards the circular plaza, looking around.
It was because the sharp metal sound that echoed in the air stopped at once.
Only the sound of flowing lava can be heard quietly surrounding the plaza, but on the contrary, it seems that an intangible weight that has not been felt before is gradually filling the cavity.
“hmm?”
Druck…! Drooling…!
And while Damien pricked his ears at the unfamiliar sound that gradually permeated his ears, he was able to realize where this unknown heaviness was coming from.
– What kind of guy are you?
Drurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Suddenly, something appeared from the arcuate structure in the north, standing opposite Damian.
“…Rexxar-sama?”
“How do you know my name?”
Drooling! Dreuk!
When Damian spoke to him, In-young came closer.
It was a tall orc that reached a whopping 2 meters tall.
Brown-colored skin reminiscent of a beech tree, braided hair behind the back, and a skeleton of a size incomparable to humans and thick muscles.
His body, stripped of his upper body, is reminiscent of Spartan armor with no visible flab, and symbols and bone fragments with shamanistic meanings are hung all over the pants covered with iron plates in the hides of unknown animals.
A giant hammer dragging the floor was a bonus.
It was a skull-shaped fetish that looked like a pendulum demon scratching the rough surface of the earth and spitting out an uncomfortable sound.
‘Because okra is always fearsome…’
Gulp!
So, Damian, forgetting that Mokwooldae was passed without even knowing it, began to raise mana against the orc that was approaching him.
Orc Lexar!
The orc in front of him right now was not a pitiful mongrel orc from a small village that can be found in the mountains of the continent.
He was a pure-blooded orc who had maintained his lineage for a long time since the Shinma War.
“How could you not know Rexxar, who led the Red Hammer? You are the only heir of the great warrior Loktar and the owner of the Immortal King’s Hammer. Isn’t it?”
“I was like that once. All of that was hundreds of years ago. You have quite a bit of insight for a human.”
“It’s an overstatement.”
Damian raised the corner of his mouth as Rexxar looked down with a nonchalant look, his rhino-like molars twitching.
It was an awkward laugh.
Even from a distance, it showed off its presence as if the cavity was full, but when viewed up close, an overwhelming sense of coercion emanated from it, as if gravity had increased dozens of times.
As Damian said, this orc was one of the leaders of the race that once led the entire alliance, and was also one of the best blacksmiths in the Arsia continent.
It is no exaggeration to say that he was a hero in mythology.
Speaking of him, he was an orc who fought against the < black dragon >, which had spread after the Shinma War, with only his own strength.
Right after the great warrior Loktar was killed by the black dragon, he inherited the Immortal King’s Hammer, which contained the power of previous heroes.
It was because he was an Orc who created the Red Hammer Union by uniting the race with the most outstanding strength and charisma since the race.
In addition, right after defeating the black dragon, he became a god of living orcs in name and reality, and Rexxar was the longest-serving leader who ruled the alliance for 200 years after that.
The fact that he was able to escape from the tribe after ruling for 200 years could be said to be a golden opportunity created by the appeasement policy for the preservation of the tribe and the exercise of the divinity of the six gods.
It was also the reason he decided to spend the rest of his life in the furnace of Ulduir.
Losing two-thirds of the tribe in the war with the black dragon was also a loss, but after that, it was the trend of the world to promote posterity by interacting with numerous races on the continent.
So Rexxar disbanded the alliance and at the same time retired with the Immortal King Hammer, and hundreds of years later, he became an orc that remains only in oral traditions and documents.
That’s why Rexxar was puzzled by Damian’s words.
The orcs who came to visit him no longer remained on the continent, and he, who had been liberated from worldly affairs, had no interest in the outside world.
“Even if you know my identity. What did humans come here for?”
“Ah yes. Different is not different, so I have one suggestion for Rexxar…”
“Do you want to die?”
“…yes?”
Rexxar asked with a tilt of his head, and Damian asked back with a stupid expression.
The cold sweat running down his back was the second.
Are you threatening to kill me?
What is it with all these crazy orcs?
Of course, Damian was aware to some extent that this orc was not normal, but he never dreamed that he would make such a casual death threat.
“What are you?”
“Me? He’s the one who came to ask for something?J
[You’re going to ask for something?]
[Yes. Can’t you?”
“Go away. Before he blows his head off.”
It was because the Rexxar he experienced in his previous life wasn’t even this far.
‘Wake. It starts now. You must never back down.’
Back!
Damian clenched his fists, feeling the sweat running down his back.
It was literally.
An orc, he is a man of such a position that even a newborn child would recognize him, and a mythical man to the extent that if he didn’t know his name, he wouldn’t be an orc.
Besides, if that person was one of the best blacksmiths on the continent, he couldn’t just turn his back on him and go out, even if he was a crazy okra with a broken character and a fickle temper.
It was the reason why he dared to step into the furnace of Ulduir instead of the Book of the Black Covenant that brought about the end.
The Book of the Black Oath that brought about the end made it possible to create items optimized for his hidden class, Witch Doctor.
The cost of equipment production was never cost-effective, and aside from being specialized in class-specific skills, the performance couldn’t be said to be overwhelming.
Considering that he had been demonstrating his combat power based on the class characteristics and morale of his skills, his decision to go to Ulduir’s furnace was not a bad choice.
It was the best choice for him.
Even though it was a situation where it was not even known whether he would be able to save his life, let alone succeed.
On the other hand, items made in Ulduir’s furnace have at least one or two additional options compared to normal production items.
It was because there were bound to be items that were faithful to the original function of the weapon to the extent that the kangdam (= pure attack power) of the equipment was unmatched.
In other words, it is not an exaggeration to say that Damian did not make any weapons while making the < Wolf Totemic Set > because he bet his fortune on the results of Rexxar and Ulduir’s furnace.
“Seeing that he didn’t say anything, he must have asked to be killed.”
“Hey?!”
Of course, the heinous precondition that the orc in front of him had to accept the offer meekly had to be pre-determined.
“Uh… Rexxar? Calm down first and tell me…”
“Shut up. Since you’ve already been here, my patience has reached its limit. I had to stop my important work because of you.”
“I offer my sincere apologies for that. But…”
“I have nothing more to share with you. Don’t you know that even your survival is because of my last generosity?”
Drooling!
Rexxar narrowed his eyes as Damian stretched out his palms and gestured to calm down.
It was the moment when the vicious hammer stuck in the floor dragged the floor again.
Although it was used for forging metal for hundreds of years, the Black Skull’s hammer, imbued with the power of long-standing ancestors, is a weapon of formidable power that even dragons cannot carelessly ignore!
‘It’s X. This is going out.’
“You bastard?!”
And the moment when Damian bit his lip at the shadow cast over his head, and at the same time his brain twisted tightly in his head to find a solution to overcome this difficulty.
– What kind of guy is making noise in this sacred place!!!
– You’re such a crazy orc bastard, so you can’t be quiet right now hehehehe—!!
Suddenly, an angry voice and a fiery roar resounded simultaneously over the round plaza where Damian and Rexxar were standing.
A presence that could not be underestimated began to pour in from both sides of the arcuate structure in the north, with the same shape, at a terrifying speed.
‘come.’
Kururrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
It was the moment when the air in the plaza, which had been quiet, was so strong that it was whipped up by a torrent of mana, and the two shadows shook as if dancing on the common outer wall.
