But today I was not prepared enough. I had drunk a lot before you came, and you won’t be able to win.

I don't admit that I lost!

Next time you go to Ironforge, we will come again, right at the Thunder Brewery, I will gather the entire Kazmodan alcoholics as our guests... hiccup."

He burped a big big, pushed Black away, rushed into the trash can next to him and started vomiting.

The pirate shrugged his shoulders and rubbed his dizzy head. He knew that he would feel uncomfortable when he woke up tomorrow morning, so important things must be done tonight.

After Muladin had spitted all the wine in his stomach, he was taken to the second floor of the Magic Hotel by Black, and the Pirates opened a private room here in advance.

Of course not for doing bad things.

"Bang"

A quaint box dotted with the Watcher logo was thrown out by the pirate and was smashing in front of the dizzy Muladin.

He bent down and opened the box, revealing the untempered set of Moon God's blessing armor, and made a "please" action to the legendary warrior who rubbed his eyes next to him:

"That's what I want to ask you."

Muladin was lying on the silver-gray armor at this moment. He reached out to touch the strange metal armor in front of him, his posture as if he was stroking the skin of the most beautiful beauty.

After a few seconds, he raised his head and said to the pirate:

"I suspect I've drunk too much, and I've never seen the metal that makes up this armor! There is still an indescribable force flowing on it, which makes me feel shocking.

But the style of this armor looks like it is from the elves, and it is a set of women's armor. Where did you get it?"

"Don't ask this."

Black said with his arms held:

"I just want to know, can a blacksmith like you change its appearance to fit my body shape?"

"It has not been quenched yet, and it can be modified in theory."

Muladin touched the entire armor from beginning to end with his hand, frowned and thought for several minutes before he said:

"But it cannot be changed a lot. Its design is something I have never seen before. Rare changes will ruin it. In addition, I checked it myself and found the conclusion.

The magma temperature at the core of the melting furnace of the Iron Fort may not be able to quench it.

The quenching of this magic armor is not just to improve the protection strength, it is more like a ritual, which perfectly combines the divine power in the armor and the armor itself.

It requires not only temperature, but also the heavy pressure of other external forces.

Or please use time to polish the divine power of the same origin slowly until it is completely merged with the divine power. The furnace of the Iron Fortress has no effect."

"I'll find a way to quench things."

Black waved his finger and said to the dwarf:

"I just need you to help me with the shape modification. I know it's hard, but there are only a few blacksmiths who can handle it in the whole of Azeroth. I don't want to risk finding a crafty guy."

"Well, this statement is great. Professional work must be left to professionals."

Muladin gave a thumbs up.

The legendary warrior and blacksmith rolled up his sleeves and seemed to be planning to start work on the spot. He took out a tape measure like a tailor and stood on a chair to measure Black's body shape in a very professional way.

"That armor is prepared for elves taller than you, so after modification, there will definitely be more scraps, about one-tenth of them."

The dwarf prince rubbed his hands, and a philistine expression appeared on his bearded face.

He smiled generously and said:

"We are friends who have fought side by side, and I won't ask you for compensation.

Give me the extra scraps, this kind of metal that I have never seen before is something that all blacksmiths pursue. Maybe I can modify it, add other metals, make a weapon or something."

"Ha, you greedy dwarf!"

Black raised his eyebrows under his battle helmet:

"I treat you as a friend, but you want to take advantage of me. Do you know how much effort it took for me to get this set of warriors? I almost lost all my life.

You just want to snatch some of it with a few words, but it’s not that easy. However, if you do me a favor, this matter is not unrelated.”

The pirate rubbed his fingers and said to Muladin:

"After a while, you come to Thorbalad Island to help me make something, and I will allow you to take away the scraps. But just like this one, keep it confidential!

Don't tell anyone.

Even your relatives can't be said, especially your brother's big mouth! I believe in the credibility of the dwarf as strong as a mountain, but to prevent you from doing stupid things, I have to tell you something."

Black sat on the bed next to him and said to Muladin, who was full of alcohol:

"Brian Bronzebeard is now sitting on one of my boats, heading to an archaeological excavation outside of civilization, where there are many dangerous things.

And I have some very reliable friends in that desert, which can help your brother save a lot of unnecessary troubles.”

"You threaten me, you bastard."

Mulading suddenly became unhappy. The dwarf clenched his fists with his beard and stared at him, intending to punch the stinky pirate, but Black spread his hands and said sincerely:

"Believe me, I'm not threatening you, otherwise you should have seen a finger from Old Brian.

Come on, Muladin, you have lived like this legendary warrior for hundreds of years and it is impossible not to know Ravenhod's style of conduct. Compared to them, I am much more 'kind'.

This is just a constraint.

Like I said just now, this is to avoid you doing something stupid.
Chapter completed!