No one could understand the significance of the master blacksmith to the entire dwarven race.
The Dwarven race without the existence of the Master Blacksmith was lonely and declining. The Master Blacksmith was the religion of the dwarven race, the proof that the god of forging had not abandoned the dwarven race.
The beloved King Babbitt Ironbeard, was so excited that he kicked over a dozen wine jars and jumped excitedly on his forging table like a child.
Not only the dwarves, but the humans present were also extremely shocked.
In just three days, they had witnessed the birth of four legends and an epic.
The master craftsman was wielding the Thor's Hammer, less than a hundred meters away from them.
Inside the Thor's Hammer.
Joelson raised the epic knight's longsword, which was emitting silver light and was shrouded in orange light, and a strange light shone in his eyes.