Lord of Flames

This time, these Dwarven Tribe Leaders had come with their weapons and were prepared to compete!

Although the Dwarves were straightforward, they also had a desire to win.

Especially in the realm of forging, everyone refused to lose to anyone else.

If they were to convince others of their skill then it would be useless to say anything. They had to use their weapons to compete!

Therefore, these Dwarven leaders all wanted to know what other Dwarves’ weapons were like.

Hearing the tribe leader's words, the Dwarven Queen smiled faintly. "That's right, it's been melted."

The Dwarven Tribe Leader's eyes widened. "Really?"

The Dwarven Queen nodded, "Really!"

The Dwarf Tribe Leader revealed a look of disbelief.

Perhaps he wanted to ask the Dwarven Queen what kind of weapon she had forged, but this time, the match between the Eight Tribes was over a weapon. If he asked others about what they had created, wouldn't he be asking for trouble?

The Dwarven Queen gave no other explanation. She brought her subordinates to the middle and sat down.

The Dwarven Queen's words caused the other Dwarven Tribe Leaders to discuss among themselves.

"She's probably trying to scare us, right? The melting point of the Heavensfall Iron of the Heaven Realm is so high. We used to have a small piece, and we couldn't even melt it with lava. I was so angry that I threw it away. Where did the Queen of Iron Castle find a flame to melt it?"

A Dwarven Tribe Leader gnashed his teeth.

He had a deep impression of that meteorite iron!

"Is it a bluff? I'll know soon. Look, the leader of the Graycastle Tribe is here!" Another tribe leader said.

Right above the hall, a Dwarf with a big beard walked up.

This was the leader of the Graycastle Tribe!

In the past few years, the underground environment had shocked everyone! It became more and more complicated. The Eight Dwarven Tribes were planning to reunite, but deciding who would become the King was the problem.

That was why he had set up a meeting of the Chiefs of the Eight Tribes this time!

Moreover, right now, the Eight Tribes were led by the Chief of the Graycastle Tribe!

Combined with the secret news that the Dwarven Queen had heard in the city of Graycastle, this time, the intentions of the leader of the Graycastle Tribe was quite obvious!

After the leader of the Graycastle came up, he exchanged a few pleasantries before saying, "Let's get started. I can't wait to show you the treasure I have created!"

The other tribal leaders didn't want to delay and all nodded.

Then, each of the Dwarves picked up a sword box.

Each Tribe Leader took out a key.

Each of the eight keys opened their sword boxes at the same time.

One sword chest was filled with frost!

Within the frost, a cold sword flashed!

This was the Cold Iron Sword!

A weapon forged by the Dwarven Queen's grandfather!

As soon as the Cold Iron Sword appeared, the temperature in the entire hall became much lower.

The two Dwarves carefully inserted the sword into the Sword Evaluation Platform in the middle of the hall!

"King Ail was the greatest forging master forty years ago. Even now, this Thousand-Year Cold Iron Sword could be considered a first-rate weapon. However, times were changing, technology is changing. Today, I, The leader of the Graycastle Tribe, have decided to reorganize the Eight Great Tribes, unifying them under a single banner. Let me give it a try, this Cold Iron Sword, let's see just how sharp it is!" The leader of the Graycastle Tribe shouted.

In the main hall, the other Dwarven leaders did not expect the leader of the Graycastle Tribe to state his intentions for all to know!

"Greybeard, if you want to become a king, you have to go through my trial!" A Dwarf leader stood up and said.

Even as the leader of the Dwarves spoke, he had taken his weapon out which was also a sword!

This time, all the Dwarven leaders created swords.

The sword was the King of weapons!

The body of the sword was not thick. To forge a sword was the best way to test a Dwarf's forging skills!

Therefore, these Dwarven leaders all chose to forge swords as the weapon they would compete with!

"There's no need for such trouble."

After the leader of the Graycastle finished speaking, he suddenly pulled out a sword that was similarly suffused with cold light.

Then, he suddenly walked to the center of the hall and slashed out with his sword!

A crisp sound rang out.

The Cold Iron Sword that even the Dwarven Queen's father's sword could not slice through was broken!

The hall immediately fell silent!

"The Cold Iron Sword is broken!"

After a short period of silence, a cry of alarm sounded in the hall!

"The Cold Iron Sword broke!"

A Dwarven leader muttered.

The forging process of the Cold Iron Sword was quite superb.

In the past forty years, there had never been a weapon that could slice through it.

These Dwarven leaders had tried before, but even now, they did not have much confidence!

Therefore, every Dwarven leader's eyes were filled with shock.

"The leader of the Graycastle Tribe is amazing! I've heard of the Graycastle Tribe leader's outstanding work in the past few years. I didn't expect that he would be able to make something that could break the Cold Iron Sword this time!"

"That's right. Even though I have confidence in the weapon I have forged, I do not dare say that I could cut through the Cold Iron Sword!"

"This time, it seems that the Chief of the Graycastle Tribe is going to unify the eight forces."

Within the hall, all the Dwarven leaders were discussing animatedly.