The thirty-five pound hammer, this little soldier said it was lighter? Did he think he was fighting with a hammer? He would kill the enemy in one go? This is a thunderbolt! A thunderbolt! It takes one to knock on the pig iron one after another, and continuously.

Franlin shook his head and sighed and patted his energetic shoulders: "Young man, it seems that you have never hit iron, you should go, I want to recruit experienced blacksmiths."

"Boss." He stood there vigorously, pointing at the iron hammer of about 100 pounds in Franlin's hand: "I want to borrow this hammer to make the iron."

"What?" Franlin looked up at the energy, wondering if there was something wrong with his hearing. The young man actually opened his mouth and wanted to use his iron hammer?

The blacksmiths around them also forgot to laugh for a while. Since the establishment of the Franling Iron Shop, students from every class of Auckland Academy have come to apply for it. Almost all kinds of people, but no one has ever chosen Franling's iron hammer.

The huge hammer head and thick hammer rod are, as long as you are not a fool, you will know that the weight is not small when you see such a hammer.

"Boy, I was so angry that we laughed at? Then you don't have to choose such a heavy hammer to save face, right?"

The blacksmiths who recovered from surprise caused a louder laugh than any previous round of laughter.

"Let me try it." The motivation was still the indifferent expression.

Franlin shook his head with a wry smile. The young man nowadays was increasingly unaware of how big the world outside was. He smiled and handed the hammer out and said, "It's very heavy. Be careful to hit the foot, it's better to hold it with both hands."

He shook his head with a smile, insisted on stretching out his right hand to pick up the hammer, and the same sentence was: "Let me try it."

Franlin looked at the young man who didn't know how to be tall and thick, and silently handed the iron hammer into his palm.

After buying a hammer of about 100 pounds, the energetic arm sank slightly downwards, and stopped falling and held it firmly in the hand.

"oh……"

A low cry of surprise sounded in the crowd, and even a few people gasped in the air. The blacksmiths' faces that were eager to watch were filled with ugly smiles. In an instant, the initial expectation turned into a bubble.

I was eager to weigh the iron hammer in my hand. It was about 110 kilograms, which was much lighter than the iron hammer in the virtual game of [Endless World]. Although it was still a little heavy in my hand, it was still easy to use. It was better than the iron hammer with 30 kilograms.

Franlin was a little surprised. Only he could use the entire blacksmith shop. Unexpectedly, this young man didn't seem to be difficult to get it. With such power, even the warriors in the Auckland Magic and Warrior Academy, there were not many warriors who could do it. Could it be that he used the fighting spirit? I wonder what level of warrior this young man was?

He picked up the iron pliers next to the anvil with his left hand, picked up the iron embryo that was burned to the red body, and gently placed it on the iron felt. The iron hammer weighing about a hundred pounds in his right hand suddenly raised it, and the rapid drop speed caused a "huh" sound. It sounded like a strong wind blew out of thin air. The huge iron hammer brought a black light, like a star falling from the air, hitting heavily on the hot and red iron embryo.

clang!

The iron hammer collided with the iron embryo, and the scorching sparks splashed like gorgeous fireworks, and the sound of metal collision was even more like a thunderbolt out of thin air.

The blacksmiths whose smiling faces had long been frozen around him opened their mouths almost at the same time when they saw this scene. This kid was from a blacksmith family? The hammer just now could not be produced by a blacksmith!

Dangjin didn't care about the reactions of the people around him. The hammer that fell in his hand had already been raised again, and the wind that was stirred up again hit the iron embryo placed on the anvil.

Another almost harsh metallic impact sound, and Franlin's eyes that were only admired at first suddenly became more surprised.

Is this? Franlin felt his younger brother Francis hitting him with his elbow. He looked up and found that Francis' eyes were also filled with doubt and surprise.

Like warriors and magicians, the world of blacksmiths also has its own level. Most blacksmiths usually only serve as blacksmiths in the yard for their whole life, just like other blacksmiths in the yard, and are all their lifelong blacksmith apprentices.

But when the blacksmith's level reaches a certain level and after a certain assessment and measurement, you can become a first-class blacksmith!

When he became a first-class blacksmith apprentice, his identity immediately became different. The quality of the cast weapons and armor are completely different from the blacksmith apprentice!

Franling and Franci are both first-class blacksmiths, and they are almost the most famous blacksmiths in the entire Oakland city. Their vision is many times higher than that of other blacksmith apprentices.

Franlin was sure that the two hammers that had just been active had not changed at all, whether it was the height of the hammer raised or the line when it fell, it was like playing the action twice with the rumored image magic.

Three...five...ten...thirty...thirty...

The backyard of the blacksmith shop was in an unprecedented quiet state. Although the blacksmith apprentices could not see what level of being motivated to make a blacksmith, they also saw that this kind of sensible appearance was definitely not a novice.

Franlin kept smoking a burst of cold air in the gaps between his teeth, and his eyes also stared from the original normal size to twice the size of his usual size. Appreciation turned into surprise eyes, which had already turned into shock!

France's Adam's apple kept squirming up and down, and her eyes also stared to the maximum.

Fifty forging, the same height, the same rapid force, the precise route seems to have a track that has been limited long ago. The sparks blooming with each hit are so brilliant, and the unique stable rhythm...

"This is..." Franlin looked at his younger brother Franci in a surprised tone with a three-point question: "First-level blacksmith?"

Franci nodded in shock, and guessed in his heart that the motivation in front of him was really a student of the Auckland Magic and Warrior Academy. Are you sure that it is not a blacksmith from the blacksmith family? How old is this child? Blacksmiths also need talent, just like warriors and magic! At such a young age, he has the strength of a first-class blacksmith, so why do you still want to be a warrior? Be a blacksmith! You must have an extremely brilliant future!

One hundred hammers...one hundred fifty hammers...

He was pounding the iron embryo that was constantly getting smaller as if he was tirelessly active, and his clothes were soaked in sweat as if he had fallen into a water tank and was taken out.

Two hundred hammers!
Chapter completed!