As Coughren expected, almost as soon as Rebecca spoke, Anthony immediately agreed to her request without thinking, which made Alfie realize once again that there were still unknown secrets in Rebecca, which is why Anthony valued her so much.

"So are you all ready for the test?" Anthony's face flickered as the flames danced, making it impossible to see his true expression at the moment.

"Quietly ask again, if you can't pass the test, will your life be in danger. Alfie tugged on Rebecca's sleeve and whispered.

"If you can't pass the test, just hand over the treasure I've pointed out in time, and you'll be safe and sound—except, of course, that nasty troll. Without waiting for Rebecca to speak, Anthony replied directly. In the realm of flames, nothing can escape Anthony as long as he wants to, and it is clear that all that Alfie said to Rebecca in private fell on Anthony's ears.

After listening to the silence in their hearts for the poor troll warrior for a minute, everyone unanimously breathed a sigh of relief, at least not to die here, anyway.

Anthony is right about one thing, no matter how precious a treasure is, it needs to be alive to be meaningful.

"Since everyone has no opinion-" Anthony nodded with satisfaction seeing that everyone had no objections, and with a wave of his hand, the entire Flame Realm suddenly changed amazingly.

With a wave of Anthony's large hand made of flames, majestic walls of fire rose into the sky, separating them from each other before they had time to react.

In the blink of an eye, everyone was thrown into a room made of flames, and after the flames that made up the room flickered, the scene displayed in front of everyone's eyes changed strangely.

......

"Oh no, I must have drunk too much, it's not real. Barnett rubbed his drunken eyes and shouted in disbelief.

What appeared in front of him at this moment was a huge furnace of flames that stood tall in the sky. The furnace has no entity and is composed entirely of golden-red flames.

As a master smith, Barnett could immediately feel that the heat emitted from this furnace far exceeded the temperature of a normal furnace.

Such high temperatures are simply uncontrollable for ordinary forgers, and ordinary ores will be vaporized as soon as they are put into it.

"This is certainly true. In my realm of flames, nothing is impossible. Just as Barnett marveled at the furnace in front of him, Anthony quietly appeared by the furnace and said proudly.

"Wow~ Do you know that people can be scared to death!" In Barnett's eyes, Anthony's appearance was very strange, and a flame was randomly swallowed out of the flame furnace, and the flame fell to the ground and turned into a deep fire demon's hand.

"Scary?" Anthony repeated with a smirk, then waved his hand, and the flames in the Flame Forges grew stronger, "The gate made by the Gathering Magic Iron must have been destroyed by you, right?"

"What do you want to do? Isn't that a reward through the Spider Cave?" Barnett asked warily, asking a dwarf to hand over the precious metal he had already gotten his hands on, unless he crossed their corpses.

"That little thing may be a treasure to you, but it's not worth mentioning to me. Anthony laughed dumbly. Barnett's reaction was a bit unexpected, even in the face of a Sanctuary, Barnett still refused to give up that bit of Gathering Magic Iron, it seems that the deep-rooted notions of the dwarves have given him the courage to challenge the majesty of the Sanctuary.

"I don't think a Sanctuary would be so tasteless, let alone the famous Fire Demon Hand!" Barnett muttered as a flame flashed in Anthony's eyes, and it seemed that this dwarf was different from the others. At least he's not as stubborn as his fellow ore, and at least he knows a little bit of tactful sycophancy.

"Let me confirm again, are you willing to hand over your milky flame?" Anthony saw the unhesitating look of rejection on Barnett's face, and immediately added, "I can exchange this flame furnace for it." As you can see, this Flame Forge is made up of hundreds of precious flames. In terms of cherishing, it is no worse than the flame in your hand. ”

"But this flame in my hand is unique, and there is no second one in the entire continent of Eliad. Barnett refused with a very firm expression.

"Hehe, I'm just giving you a chance to exchange for something equivalent. Anyway, if you can't pass my test, if you want to survive, you still have to obediently hand over this flame. When the time comes, you will lose this flame and become nothing, don't blame me~" Anthony squeezed his eyes mischievously at Barnett.

"Let's talk about the test first, how do you know I can't pass?" I have to admit that Barnett is quite calm when he is not drinking.

"The young man is quite confident, but that's a good thing!" For Anthony, who had already made a name for himself during the Great War, Barnett, who had lived for nearly two thousand years, could indeed be called a young man.

With a flick of his hand, Anthony burst out of the furnace and landed on the ground in front of Barnett, and after the flames dissipated, a jet-black "iron rod" appeared in front of Barnett.

"Is this—Netherworld Iron?" Barnett's eyes froze, no matter what the outcome of this expedition to the castle was, seeing so many precious materials made Barnett feel that the trip was worthwhile.

Even though it had just been calcined from the essence of a hundred flames, this iron rod, which was three meters long and more than ten centimeters in diameter, immediately emitted a piercing chill as soon as the flames dissipated.

This characteristic made Barnett instantly recognizable that it was a precious metal born from the legendary bottom of the River Styx.

"Your vision is good, your test is related to this netherworld cold iron. There was an approving look in Anthony's eyes, and Barnett's insightfulness did not disappoint him, and perhaps the drunken dwarf had a solution to the problem that had plagued him for so long.

"Are you going to let me smelt it?" Barnett felt a burst of joy in his heart, the milky white flame in his hand could be said to be the nemesis of any metal in the world.

"It's that simple. Anthony glanced at Barnett, who had a frozen expression, "I know what the flame in your hand is, smelting this piece of Nether Cold Iron is not a difficult task for you, what I need you to do is to build such a thing." ”

Anthony snorted coldly, and a flame erupted from his nose, and then the flame formed a burning structural map in midair.

"This is ......" Barnett was stunned, he couldn't understand why this structural drawing, which was supposed to belong to mechanical engineering, had fallen into the hands of a magician.

"See, before the flames that make up this diagram are gone, you have to keep it in mind, as long as you can make something on this diagram with Nether Iron, you will pass the level. Anthony's cold voice showed that he was definitely not joking.