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As soon as I arrived in Hararos, a burst of snow covered with whistling mountain breezes hardly opened our eyelids.

"Is the Harogas snow in the Second World so big?" I pulled the top of the cloak hat tightly with my hand to prevent it from being blown down. I asked Chasi next to me, the voice was almost sharp, afraid Smaller ones will be overwhelmed by the snow.

Chasi, who was also covered with a cloak, slightly tapped her chin. When she came to her hometown, her soul seemed to be summoned to the past. Go.

Seeing this, I stopped talking and silently gathered Princess Sanwu in her cloak, following behind Chasi and following her step by step.

The snow under the sky is really heavy snow like goose feathers, dense and dense, like a snow-white gauze curtain in front of my eyes. Even if I am a sharp-eyed druid, if I don’t use power to separate the snow and snow, the visibility is almost zero, Chasi Obviously just a few steps ahead, her cloak blowing backwards was under my eyelids, and she could only see a faint dark edge.

It's like walking with eyes closed. You can only reflect the surrounding environment into your heart by feeling.

Obviously, Chasi's pace is getting faster and faster, as if the route here has been deeply reflected in her marrow and soul. Since walking out of the teleportation array, her footsteps have never been confused or stopped. Hesitate for a moment. It has never been changed by taking the wrong step, just like a navigator with an accuracy of millimeters is installed in the brain.

After experiencing the rare natural environment, it is difficult to follow Chasi in front. I walked all the way for more than ten minutes, and finally in a pure white world. A little more stuff.

It was the clanking sound of the hammer, no matter how the mountain breeze screamed in my ears, the sound fell sharply, and it was still clear. It seemed to penetrate through the heavy snowstorm into the ear as if it were the essence.

The voice is as firm, confident, focused, and sincere as ever. Obviously filled with a sense of power, but it still gives a contrasting gentleness, as if the mother took the child in the arms and gently patted it, just like the feeling of having everything in life and completely forgetting it.

This kind of concentration, this love, this piety and skill, I have only heard of a few well-known blacksmiths such as Mu Dwarf Melon, as for the giant blacksmith Rukogas. That is another realm, and it can even be said to be a brand new technique, just like the difference between the production value of the agricultural era and the industrial era. Can't be compared.

Even Mu Dwarf Melon, it may be difficult to reach that height in this life. It is not the lack of talent and effort, but the problem of racial superiority. Just like the human strongest, it has never been comparable to the strongest in the angel dragon family. As for Chasi, even if she is willing to accept the heritage, I want to be able to reach one-tenth of the level of Rukogas. Also worth celebrating.

I let go of my imagination and followed behind Chasi intently. Now, besides Chasi's cloak, there is one more thing that can guide me. That was the sound of ding ding ding hammers. There is no doubt that there is only one blacksmith who can make such a sound in Haruogas. That is the best blacksmith here, Rasuk, the father of Chasi.

After a few minutes, Chasi's footsteps finally stopped.

A whizzing wind blew past the big snow curtain in front of me, making me blur the outline of the tall stone house in front, and an open-walled shed beside the door of the stone house, still made of giant stones, dark gray In addition to proving how stubborn and strong it is, the ancient stone face of the city has survived decades of heavy snowstorms in Harogas, and it can be seen that it is often influenced by the fire.

Inside the open stone shed with only one wall, the huge one-piece forging workshop is spitting thick smoke from the chimney, and from time to time rumbling, giving a slight steampunk feeling, below is a burning fire. The figure of the giant is facing away from us, striking **** the forging bed, where the sound of Ding Ding Ding comes from.

The blizzard seemed to be weaker, and Chasi's pace stayed at a distance where the back was just visible. Even if it was facing her, I was still sure that Chasi was crying at the back.

"Father...Father..." Standing for a long time, Chasi was already full of snow. When she was about to become a snowman, she gently uttered a low fuzzy cry from her mouth, wandering the heart, returning home Feelings, the cowardice of thinking home, are reflected in this sound.

Even me standing behind her was very difficult, only to hear her yell.

But, with Rasuk facing away from us at least ten meters away, after the sound of Chasi sounded, the hammer that fell on the same point in the hand every time was suddenly and suddenly crooked, The sound of "ding" sounded like a complete and smooth piece of music. Suddenly, I accidentally played a wrong accent, and it was very harsh.

Not only that, but it turned a bit, even making Rasuk unable to hold the hammer, flicked it up, played naughtyly on the forging bed, and fell on the snowy ground. Can't see the shadow.

This may be the first time such a huge mistake occurred in Rasuk's forging career. Even when he was a beginner, he wouldn't even fall into the hands of a blacksmith who could not hold his life's hammer firmly.

As for how to guess this, one or two can be glimpsed from Chasi's huge response.

For her, her father has always been looking up to respect and catch up. From a young age to a big one, the father’s back as a blacksmith is as tall and strong as the ancestors of the three barbarians on the top of the Arret Mountains. Stand up, never make mistakes.

"Father." Chasi exclaimed, he no longer cared about the complex feelings in his heart, and ran up quickly. Behind Rasuk, he looked at him anxiously, but he dared not step forward.

"Are you back?" Rasuk squatted unhurriedly, picking up the snowdrift. Looking for the iron hammer he dropped, he responded faintly, as if his daughter had just returned from school.

"Yes... yes." Chasi lowered his head. Biting his lips, tears fell drop by drop.

"How many times have I said it?" Rasuk still raked the snow on the ground. The thick snow that has not reached the knees, only a thin layer has been picked, and the hammer has been exposed, he wiped it on the hammer, as if the snow particles on it are heavy, they must be cleaned up. To be able to hold it.

Wiping it, it was snowing with his hands, and he rubbed it **** his face. Melt the snow and continue wiping.

"How many times have I said that when I am busy...no, when any blacksmith works, never disturb it, this is the most basic politeness, why do you still make such a low-level mistake as a blacksmith ?"

"Yes, I was wrong, father." Chasi was like a mouse meeting a cat in front of his father. The atmosphere did not dare to take a breath, but promised to respond.

"It's not enough, you like this. It's too naive to want to be a qualified blacksmith. It's like treating a blacksmith as a house."

"Father, I..." Chasi was willing to listen to anything, but the yearning for the blacksmith, there was no way to give in. That was when she was a child. When she saw her tall figure in front of the forge, she heard a crisp drop of hammer. . Feeling the warmth of fire and metal, what has been inscribed in the bone.

"No way." Rasuk didn't wait for his daughter to continue. Some violently interrupted her and picked up the spotless hammer. Replayed on the forging bed, making a loud noise.

"In the last few days of snow, the big one has no work at all, and it's just idle. I will barely tell you how difficult it is to let you know how hard it is to become a qualified blacksmith. Retreat hard, don't always trouble everyone."

With that said, Rusuk turned around and walked into the house, still leaving a cold figure, and never facing his daughter from beginning to end.

"Uncle Rasuk, I'm here too." Seeing him seemed to ignore me completely. Although he didn't want to disturb his special relationship between father and daughter and Chasi, but I could prove the sense of existence anyway.

"Is it...Wu Xiaozi?" Rasuk's well-decorated, calm and majestic father's voice instantly showed a flaw, flashing panic.

"It's me, it's really sad. I finally found your daughter back, but my uncle didn't even look at me in the face." I pretended to be wronged, but actually looked at Rasuk's back with a bad intention. .

"No... it's not like this, it's like this, I just finished my work, my face is dark, I'm afraid to scare you, um, yes, that's it." Rasuk became more panicked, not dry It’s not like his usual style at all.

I laughed and choked on my stomach. Uncle Rasuk, don't cover it up. Except for Chasi, who can't guess you must be full of tears now.

Rasuk was also witty. Seeing me as a troublemaker, in order to forcibly restore his father's majesty, he yelled: "The child is fucking, the daughter is back, and Wu Xiaozi is here too. Come out and pick up!"

I stumbled. What did I call out to pick up the guest? This guy was really speechless.

With that said, Rasuk entered the house in a hurry. At the moment when he just entered, another figure of the same height rushed out. His eyes looked closely at Chasi, striding meteor, just like a giant. One step is two or three meters. The distance, even the violent snowstorm in front of this figure, was only torn apart.

"Chasi, you are finally back!" This barbarian figure, not much shorter than Rasuk, aunt Rasuk, gave her daughter a big hug when she came up, which moved me beyond the warm scene of the mother and daughter meeting , The heart is a bit subtle.

In front of Aunt Rasuk, who was nearly three meters tall, Chasi, who was about two meters, was like a six- or seven-year-old child, only growing as tall as her mother’s chest. Aunt Rasuk even had to bend her waist to hug her A little bit.

Mother, the world of giants is terrible!

Seeing that this warmth was about to be melted, the next time was when the mother and daughter had a good conversation. Aunt Rasuk, who was holding her daughter, suddenly changed her face. While wiping tears from the corners of her eyes, she lifted a stick and held it high. After a snap, it fell on Chasi's ass.

"Your stupid daughter, it's been two years since you left, and you have to go home, or go home, so you can go and see that I won't kill you. I broke your legs."

With that said, the stick fell like a whip, no matter how Chasi hid. No matter how you run, it will fall on her **** without any errors. In addition to the factors of combat effectiveness, it is also clear that the daughter's mode of action is completely understood.

This... why is it like this?

I rubbed my temples with a headache. I remember that Dougev said that the education method of the barbarians is to give birth to grandchildren under the sticks. Anyway, the skin is rough and unbeatable. It is said that every barbarian grows from small to large. Parents beat less than one hundred specially made sticks. Even a good baby.

The problem is, just bear children, and treat the docile daughter so mercilessly, worthy of being a ruthless and bold barbarian family ~lightnovelpub.net~ Eye-opening, but should I step forward and stop? This is a problem.

Although Aunt Rasuk was fierce, the stick was lifted high and fell gently, looking painful. But for Chasi, shame may be a hundred times stronger than pain.

"Mom, mom. Elder Fan is watching, watching." Finally, Chasi finally couldn't help shouting with a sobbing voice.

"Elder Fan?" Aunt Rasuk was stunned, and the stick fell slowly. Looking at it, my eyes met me for three seconds.

Then, as if she changed her face, the tears on her face wiped fiercely, and she laughed heartily.

"Hahahaha. I thought why my stupid daughter would come back obediently. It turned out to be Elder Fan. Sorry, let you see the embarrassing appearance of her daughter. Come, come in and sit down."

Then he turned his head and grinned at his daughter.

"Wait for nothing, don't hurry to make milk tea!"

(To be continued)