Night falls, but the Frostguard Fortress doesn't let it go dark.

The minarets of the fortress rise from the ice fields. The magical aurora is a colorful one, with green, pink, and blue waves dancing in the near-eternal night sky, like an upside-down sea of sky.

The stars here are always twinkling, and through the coldest, cleanest air, it makes Jeno feel strange in the depths of his heart.

Beneath some kind of darkness and emptiness, there was a sneaky voice.

Hunger.

Gnaw.

Without further ado, he left the main fort and found Orn, who was waiting on the outskirts of the fortress.

Orn glared at Jeno with hearth-hot eyes, and beneath his feet was molten earth, peeling off the cloak of ice and snow to reveal dark brown bedrock.

Jeno knew that Orn didn't like nonsense, so he said directly: "Orn, we must start construction as soon as possible, the situation is not optimistic. ”

"Did you see the Watcher?" After Jano gave an overview of the situation, Orn was rarely interested in anything other than blacksmithing. He was involved in the whole process, but never saw the watcher from start to finish.

It's actually very easy to see each other, all you need is Lisandro to pull him in and dream online. However, Orn would not have thought of it, and Lisandro would not have done anything to Orn, and she was partly responsible for the falling out between Volibel and Orn.

"It woke up and fell asleep again, but this time it let out something and was gnawing at the seal. That's what I'm worried about, and we have to seal the whole Wailing Abyss before it breaks through the seal. ”

"Why don't you try to kill it?" Orn's meaning was clear, he had created a dazzling spear for Jano, but Genor didn't mention the weapon at all.

"Its body is sealed in dozens of feet of ice, and I can't insert a spear into it through such thick ice!"

At that time, the Watcher only had one tentacle exposed to the ice, and even if Jeno broke that tentacle, he would not be able to hurt the roots, and he would expose his hole cards early. Once the watchers are on guard, there is little chance of assassinating them.

It's no wonder that Jeno didn't seize the opportunity, in fact, it wasn't the best opportunity at all. If he had forcibly broken the ice to attack the Watcher, he would have been no match for the awake Watcher, let alone stabbed the light spear into its eye. And if the assassination fails, it is equivalent to releasing it with his own hands.

He must make sure the Overseer sleeps before he can open the ice cap and stab the dazzling eye into its eyes.

Jeno pulled out a dazzling spear, the brainchild of the craftsman's god, whose soft light could not even be concealed by the blazing light that could shine through Orn's beard.

"Together, I'm going to have to make you a weapon that can easily melt the ice?" After listening to Jeno's explanation, Orn immediately understood what he lacked most at this time.

"Then let's start construction quickly, melt the forbidden molten iron, and then I'll do it."

Jano urged Orn, who was in a hurry, but couldn't come. He must wait for Orn to finish his part of the job before he can begin his own assassination operation.

He knew, and Lisandro had told him, that he wasn't the only one who was about to move beneath the Wailing Abyss. The one that Lisandro sealed was most likely just a small piece of it, or even a cannon fodder-level watcher sent by the other monitors......

Once he went down to assassinate it now, then without waiting for Orn to extract all the rune power from the Forbidden Demon Tree and boil all the molten iron that poured the seal, then he might not be able to completely close the passage between the two worlds after the matter was completed.

If there were a stronger watcher to fill the void, all their efforts would be in vain!

Hearing Jano's words, Orn began to look around, muttering to Jano for time.

"Don't worry, I need to find a volcano with enough firepower and a vein of iron ore that is abundant......"

Even the creator god does not create everything out of thin air, it also takes time to accumulate. Orn was dissatisfied with Jeno's impatience, but he was halfway through his sentence when he was interrupted by Jeno again:

"Don't bother, if you just want those, then I've got it here."

Jeno flew into the sky behind the Frostguard Fortress, a spot where he could see the Wailing Abyss.

Then, as in Acacia, he unleashed the power of runes to resonate with the entire land beneath him.

Orn's eyes widened like bells, he could feel the continental plates shifting, the lava rushing up, the violent earthquake making the entire ice field tremble, and the Frostguard Fortress next to the epicenter crumbling.

Before long, a massive volcano rose from the ground under Orn's watchful eye, and the hot lava burned the night red. The interior of the crater is crafted to resemble a furnace, and it's larger than the entire Frostguard Fortress, so big that Orn can swim in the lava.

This is simply the handiwork that only the creator god can have, and Jeno's control of the earth fire element makes Orn sigh to himself.

But that's not all, behind Orn, the ice fields shed their snow-white coats, and the earth rises into mountains. Elemental Power has created an entire line of high-quality ore veins, with craggy iron ore reflecting cold light in the aurora.

First there was an earthquake, then a volcano rising, a mountain range rising, and a series of visions of heaven and earth shocked the people in the fortress beyond measure.

Because of the huge disparity between Jano and Orn's size, many people only saw Orn's large, bright figure, and ignored the small figure in the night sky.

Naturally, these great miracles are attributed to the work of the god of craftsmen.

The people worshipped, bowed, or prostrated to Aoun. Even the trolls bent their knees, succumbing to the whims of the old gods.

Shrink, worship, marvel.

The normal state of human beings is no exception.

Orn listened to the gorgeous praises, and he didn't like them from the bottom of his heart, because he knew they didn't belong to him.

But the man who did all this, he ran out of energy and fell from the air.

Orn reached out to catch Jeno, who watched as he lay on his stomach wearily in his palm, silently placing him back on one of the spires on the periphery of the Frost Keep.

He has always been silent, he will not break the rules to explain anything to people, even if this matter is recorded in the history books of the furnace households, he will not say anything, just inherit Jeno's favor. He will remember silently and will not forget.

Looking at the excellent furnace in front of him and the good forging materials around him, Orn felt that this favor was not an ordinary difficulty. Jeno gave him almost all the best, so what kind of peerless work did he have to make to repay this favor?

He thought about it for a long time, and finally made up his mind with difficulty, and walked towards the blazing crater.

In his vision, a unique treasure is about to be born!