"Do you know what's inside?" Elf craftsman Querion returned the 'Iron Bride' to Barritt, and pointed to the wooden box in front of him and asked.

Why make me guess this? Barrett looked down at the box under the elf's fingers. With the cool light cast by the rhombus crystal in the air, he found that the surface of this brown square wooden box was engraved with a circle of thorn-shaped relief patterns. These patterns are so real, as if you will be stabbed by it once you touch it, you will become bloody.

"Dangerous" was the first impression that those patterns gave Barrett. Does this mean that there is something dangerous inside the box?

What could that be? A severed head of Medusa, a mushroom that emits poisonous spores, or a naked orc statue?

The barbarian thought for a moment and gave the answer in his heart, "Mithril?" Although Mithril is not dangerous, combined with the elf forging process that Barrit has learned, he can only think of this in his mind now.

"It can't be wrong, but it's not completely correct." Querion pushed the box to the center of the circular platform, letting the moonlight gathered by the suspended crystals shine on its surface, "This is the material you need to repair your weapon..., One. Of course, it's the most important part." He pressed his palm on the thorn pattern, and spit out an unintelligible Elvish word, and then a dim light flashed across the surface of the box.

The elf looked up at the two of them and slowly opened the box. Inside was a strange metal that was bright silver and flowed slowly like a liquid.

After the metal was hit by the moonlight, its own flow began to speed up. Like a living creature, it slowly climbed up the outer edge of the box, as if trying to run out of it.

At this moment, the elf craftsman Querion spit out a few more elven words, and the crystal that gathered the moonlight in the air suddenly dimmed. The bright silver metal lost most of its vitality, became a little lazy, and gradually shrank back into the center of the box.

"In ancient times, elves, like other races, used fire to forge weapons." Querion recounted in a low tone, "Our forging craftsmanship is even better than that of dwarves, and every set of armor comes from the hands of elves. Light and strong, each weapon deadly and elegant. These outstanding craftsmanship accompany our civilization to flourish, allowing us to defeat one formidable enemy after another. But when the great elven empire reaches its most glorious time , but we ruthlessly abandoned this craft."

"Why abandon it?" The little mage asked inexplicably.

The elf craftsman looked down at the metal in the box, "Because of the pride of standing among all races, we can't stand the constant noise, the scorching heat in the forge, and the ashes that keep rising from the chimney. So, we started looking for new ways of forging."

Barrett knew that the mages had also tried to find new forging methods, but not in the main material world, but in the negative energy plane, and more importantly, the most fundamental purposes of the two were completely different.

"And then you created this kind of thing?" The little mage also looked down at the strange metal.

"Created? No, no, no!" repeated the elf craftsman three times, each time in a heavier tone, "this thing is not from the hands of the elves. We just discovered it and removed it from some unknown plane. Bring it back. Over the years, we just learned how to control and use it.”

"It's not something in our world?" Barrett was surprised.

"No, I don't know where it came from." The elf shook his head. "When a civilization reaches its peak, it will try to explore other planes outside the main material world. Those planes I'm talking about do not mean The various elements and quasi-elemental planes are not the mechanical realm and Joseph Garden, nor the Nine Prisons of Baator and the Endless Abyss, but more distant worlds. You should understand this." He looked at the little mage Kerry s.

"It's not too much, just a simple understanding." The little mage looked at Barrett, "The multiverse is extremely vast, and the planes we know are actually all around the main material world, but the distance is not the same. In other words, you can think of our main material world, and these strange strange planes, as an interdependent 'whole'." Kerry drew a big circle with his hands.

"And through the void that is countless times deeper than the dark realm, there may be more such 'wholes'. In fact, many things in our world are from the unknown distant places that the plane travelers come from. brought back in 'whole'. I heard that there are still plane travelers before the goblin civilization, but they will basically never return to our world."

"Is this possible?" If it is true, have those plane travelers survived for hundreds of thousands of years, or more?

"It's not impossible," the little mage replied, "because many races, like fairies, belong to immortality. And the word 'immortality' can also be obtained through a variety of acquired methods. For example, elemental incarnation, transformation Lich, vampire first embrace, etc."

"And this thing in front of you is also brought back by a plane traveler in the Elf Empire from other planes that are very far away." Querion concluded.

What are you talking to me about? Barrett was at a loss. I just wanted to fix the sword. I didn't want to know anything about these mysterious and mysterious things. "Then is it dangerous?"

"The plane traveler who originally brought it back found that this thing was very similar to mithril in many ways, so he called it 'living mithril', and this name has been used to this day." said the elf craftsman, "and it is The most notable feature is 'devouring'. It devours other metals and turns them into a part of the body, with a little bit of that metal in itself."

"If it is a normal process, we will let it devour some ore, increase its activity through moonlight, and then pour it into the prepared mold, and finally kill it through the spells and inscriptions researched during the elf empire. It loses most of its activity, making it no longer able to devour metal and change shape. The resulting equipment is fully integrated and can slowly repair itself."

After listening to this, Barrett suddenly thought of the flesh-and-blood puppet 'meat ball', thinking that the way to activate Mithril and eat should be much the same as that guy. "It doesn't sound too dangerous."

"In the beginning, this thing was not as docile as it was in front of me~lightnovelpub.net~ has caused serious disasters to the Elf Empire, but these have been resolved. More importantly, your situation is not a normal process." Querion said, "Activating mithril may obediently repair the weapon in your hand, attach to it, and slowly restore it to its original shape; maybe it will melt it into one's own body like eating ore. If it is the latter, Your weapon will no longer exist. Of course, you can also use the devoured mithril to create a brand new weapon, but I don't think that's what you want to see."

"If you don't want to take risks, I can give you an elf long sword that I made as a gift. I hope it will become your new partner and accompany you on your next journey."

Barrett looked at the 'Iron Bride' in his hand, hesitating in his heart. For him, this sword is not an ordinary weapon, but an indescribable snuggle and sustenance.

Tell me, good girl, are you going to take this risk? Maybe you prefer to rest in the space ring, after so many years of trauma, you may be tired. Barbarian closed his eyes and pressed the hilt to his forehead.

After a long time, our barbarian adventurer slowly opened his eyes and looked at the elf craftsman on the other side of the round platform, "She told me that she wants revenge."

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