As soon as Soram took out Thor's hammer, all the dwarves looked at the flashing thunder hammer in Soram's hand in a daze! They didn't care about the dazzling thunder light, they just stared at the warhammer! Yes! This is Mjolnir, exactly like the drawings! Definitely Mjolnir!

"You...... You...... You...... How could it be ......" Tolkien was more like he had Alzheimer's, pointing at Solam and couldn't even speak clearly, and at the same time the other elders also came back to their senses, yes, how could Thor's hammer appear in his hands.

"You didn't say it was your friend's ......"

"When did I say it, you just asked me if I was familiar with the owner of Thor's hammer, I was just telling the truth, could I be familiar with myself?" Soram put away the thunder and lightning on Thor's hammer and pestled it to the ground at will, but there was still a trace of thunder and lightning flashing on the hammer from time to time.

"Then what you said before was a lie to us?"

"No, on the contrary, I am telling the truth, the real truth! I am indeed the descendant of a warrior, this warhammer was passed down to me by my master, and my master was passed down to him by his master, and this warhammer has always been passed down in our line, and it is a symbol of our line. ”

"Yes...... Can...... Can...... Why has this warhammer never appeared on the mainland? "Because of what happened before, they kind of don't believe in Solam.

"The reason for this involves a lot of secrecy, it's a little hard to tell you, anyway, what I just said is true, I can swear, swear to the magic net!"

"Then you swear!" Just now they didn't let Soram swear because they believed him, and then they felt that they had been deceived, so they happily made him swear at this time.

Solam was not hypocritical, and swore to the magic net very happily!

After Soram finished swearing, the dwarves looked at each other for a while, and finally decided to believe Solam, after all, this oath was not fake. "So, are you really the descendant of that warrior?"

"If it is fake, the most orthodox descendants, it is not good that there is still a blood relationship, and of course, more importantly, my mentorship is indeed from him. This warhammer is the best proof that only the apprentices who are most affirmed and loved by their teachers are qualified to inherit this warhammer. ”

"I'm still a little curious as to why Mjolnir disappeared for so long and didn't appear until today." Tolkien was still a little puzzled by this question, because it stands to reason that such a legendary warhammer should not be so obscure.

"I said that it was concealed, how can I tell you?"

"We're not going to reveal it!"

"Nope."

"You don't believe us?"

"That's right."

"Why?"

"What's so strange about this, I've only known you for a few hours, how can you trust you? All in all, there's not a lot of trust between us, and you're not just the same as asking me to swear. ”

Tolkien couldn't say anything now, after all, what Soram said made sense, there was no reason why others would only know them for a few hours and tell them all the concealment, that would be stupid.

"Well, I'll leave it at that, so how do you know about these things? Could it be that the warrior left the record? How much more about our Copperbeard Clan are recorded in those records? Can you tell us this, it shouldn't be a secret from you, right? ”

The Great Elder Albert actually believed in Solam, and just now Solam's oath to the magic net was very solemn, and when he swore it, the fluctuation of the magic net was felt by him, who was not a mage, and it was not a lie.

So he wasn't going to dig into the bottom of things like Tolkien, he just wanted to collect as many records as he could about the Copperbeard Clan.

Their clan had been weakened for too long, and many documents had been lost, and he wanted to recover more about his clan's history, which would give them a better understanding of their ancestors.

"I can tell you that I can tell you, but the problem is, I also know that this war hammer was made by Clen Phil Copperbeard to thank my grandfather for saving a city, I didn't know that this city belonged to your Copperbeard Clan before this, and if it weren't for the words Copperbeard on the back of Master Kleen Phil's name, I wouldn't have known about the Copperbeard Clan."

"You didn't leave a record?" When Alberk heard this, he immediately became very disappointed.

"No, we're all word of mouth." Nonsense, the Avalon orcs don't have words, where to record them? As soon as Soram finished speaking, he felt someone pulling his arm, and when he turned his head, he saw a short old man standing beside him.

"Well, Lord Solam, can you take that ...... Give me the hammer of Thor...... Show me. At this time, Greg couldn't care so much, and the moment he saw Thor's hammer, he was full of this legendary warhammer, and he didn't care about anything else.

"No problem." Naturally, there is nothing wrong with Solam, this warhammer can be said to be bound to him, as long as he has a thought, he can make it fly back, so it is nothing to borrow them.

After saying that, Solam handed the warhammer to Greg, but as soon as the warhammer reached Greg's hand, the thunder and lightning on the hammer completely disappeared, and the entire warhammer lost all the momentum of the legendary weapon, and became like an ordinary warhammer.

This turn of events caused all the dwarves to look at Soram, who they thought was Soram's work.

"Don't look at me like that, this war hammer was built by your Master Cren Phil for my grandfather, so it can only be used by the disciples of my grandfather's lineage, and as long as others hold it, it will be a piece of scrap metal!"

Hearing this, the older dwarves suddenly realized, while the younger dwarves were confused, this kind of weapon that can have self-will is so rare that most people have not heard of it.

However, Greg was even more excited, and actually made the weapon self-aware through his own will, which made Greg admire Master Clen Phil even more, forging this kind of weapon with its own consciousness is much more difficult than building a legendary weapon.

But soon Greg's excitement went down, because now this warhammer is no different from a piece of scrap metal, and if Greg wants to be inspired, he must feel the flow of warhammer power, and no matter how beautiful a piece of scrap metal is, it will not do him the slightest, so he has to look at Soram for help.

Seeing Greg looking at him, Solam could only hold the hammer of Thor, only to see that the hammer of Thor, which had been motionless, immediately flashed with thunder and flew back to Soram's hand automatically.

Seeing this scene, everyone was convinced of what Soram had just said. Greg was even more excited to grab Solam's hand holding the war hammer, and kept stroking the hammer of Thor that flashed with thunder, even if it was the lightning on it, the hair of the electricity stood up, he didn't care, and still obsessively stroked the war hammer.

"How beautiful, it's a work of art! It is worthy of the work of Master Clen Phil, look at the power flow of these runes, how subtle it is. "Now Greg looks like an idiot grabbing a peerless beauty with a hot body, grabbing it and not letting go, his hand is still touching it vigorously.

The other dwarven elders were no better, and they all gathered around, they were all experts, and the more they watched, the more they admired Master Cren Phil, and they all sang praises there.

The other dwarves were also very hot-eyed, but the elders had already surrounded the warhammer so tightly that they didn't dare to squeeze in, so they could only tiptoe outside and look inside.

It's not that the dwarves will never be able to understand how much these dwarves like forging, among the dwarves, you can fight, they don't envy, you have the right, they don't care, you have money, they are a little envious at most.

But if you are proficient in blacksmithing, then they will be envious to death, and if you are a master, then they will completely bow down.

Dwarves are like this, when a dwarf is young, he may go to be a warrior and go on adventures everywhere, but once he is almost 300 years old, he will have an impulse, and he will involuntarily pick up the forging hammer and start forging, and this impulse is deeply imprinted in their blood.

The dwarves called this Moradin's blessing, but to many, it was a curse of blood.

But no matter what, dwarves love forging is the truth, no dwarf doesn't like forging, to see a master's pinnacle work is the second wish of all dwarves, as for the number one one, is to build a weapon of the world!

But no matter what the dwarves thought, Soram got a little impatient, and he suddenly put the warhammer on the ground, and when the power on the warhammer was gone, all the dwarves looked at him.

"Alas, why did you put it down, hurry up and pick it up, I've seen enough, let me see it again, hurry up, hurry up and pick it up." Greg was now completely caught in his own world, and he was very unhappy to be interrupted like this.

"Okay, the warhammer has been lent to you, after three months, just give it back to me, I'm not afraid that you won't pay it back, anyway, don't want to use this thing except me, okay, elders, what you promised me before, shouldn't you fulfill it?"

Solam ignored him at all, but looked at Grand Elder Abek and said. He wasn't interested in standing here as a model for them, things were lent to them, and it was their business what they could work out, and he wasn't in charge of that.

"Of course, our Hammer Guild is what we say, and besides, you are not an outsider, so naturally what you say is what, Tolkien! You go ahead and arrange it right away! Abek understood what Soram meant, and since someone else had lent them the hammer as requested, they would have to honor the deal.

Besides, Soram is not an outsider, he is a descendant of the benefactor of the clan, and it can also be said that he is their benefactor, although it is a little far away, but the relationship between them is indeed real, and it is impossible for them to break the contract.

Dwarves are like this, they can remember grudges and gratitudes.