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The sound of hammering in the blacksmith shop is harsh. People can't figure out how to turn those iron ore resources full of soil into a work of art. The harsh sound of metal collision is not welcome. But Goodell is different. His eyes are observing.

When looking at the shape of the iron ore, he was also admiring the "melody" that he thought was the most beautiful. Nathanos sat aside, holding the hard bread Sally gave him in his hand. Goodell wanted to remove all the bumpy shapes of the iron ore.

Knock it into a square shape, and then put the newly beaten iron block into a sack on the side. The bag of black iron blocks looks like coal.

"Boy, come on." Goodell took a lighter hammer and put it in Nathanos's hand. "Imagine that there is a piece of ore in front of you. How should you use this hammer to hit it?"

So that it becomes the shape you want, rather than your fingers being hit when you lift the hammer?"

Nathanos glanced at the wooden hammer, and then at the remaining ore that needed to be processed. This may have been an unintentional move, but Goodell was very satisfied with his reaction.

"By the way, you have to always keep an eye on the iron ore. A good blacksmith..." Goodell paused for a moment as he said this. He felt that the word "blacksmith" was inappropriate, even though he was a blacksmith himself. He coughed dryly,

Correct your mistake. "An excellent forging master will not care about his surroundings, nor will he care whether the charcoal fire will burn him. His eyes should always be on the work in hand. Now..." Goodell put a piece of iron ore

Put it in front of Nathanos: "Let me see your talent. You squat next to it and hit this stone with a hammer. I will check your results after I finish what I am doing."

Nathanos nodded.

'In order to mine, I traveled all the way for a long time to get to Silithus. Why is there only rich thorium mine here, and it is surrounded by elite monsters, and why do I need to train as a thief?'

Goodell hammered a few more pieces of iron. During this period, he had to go to the pile of finished products to be sent to the barracks tomorrow. He had to hurry up. When Goodell was preparing to forge the next piece of iron ore, Nathanos pulled his sleeve.

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"What's wrong? I didn't tell you..." Goodell turned his head and was about to ask, but his eyes widened when he saw what Nathanos was holding. "What is this?" Goodell grabbed him.

Hold the finished iron block in your hand and look at it carefully. Although there are still a few impurities, the overall shape and flatness are almost the same as those he made.

"Titan, how did you do it?"

Goodell immediately put down his work and looked at Nathanos, whose face was slightly stained with dust.

"That's how you made it," Nathanos replied.

Goodell looked at him in surprise. He could make a piece of newly collected iron ore look beyond imagination after just a few looks.

"You did a good job, Nathanos." Goodell said with praise: "It seems that I don't need to teach you how to use the hammer today. I will tell you how to turn these shaped iron blocks into pure iron."

Iron." Goodell sat down and motioned for Nathanos to sit opposite him.

"Have you ever seen a furnace, young man."

Nathanos shook his head.

"In my hometown, Ironforge, it is a majestic city in the ice continent Dun Morogh. It is hidden in the mountains. The gate of Ironforge is even more majestic than the city gate of Lordaeron." Goodell

Speaking of this, there was a hint of pride in his eyes. "In the center of Ironforge, I can tell you with certainty that there is the largest furnace on this continent. There, countless blacksmiths who are better than me are making forges every day.

They will produce thousands of works. They will roughly process the collected ore, just like these iron blocks." Goodell said and picked up Nathanos's "answer sheet" and shook it: "They will

These materials are thrown into a large furnace and melted with fire, allowing the useful parts to flow out like nectar. After cooling, they become pure metals. These metals can be used to create anything you want to create."

"Why can't we do this?" Nathanos asked.

Goodell shook his head regretfully: "Unfortunately, there is no furnace here. The only person in Lordaeron who can have such conditions is the forging master Torgard. He is a human who was a student in Ironforge in his early years and has learned a lot.

After he was accomplished, he returned to Lordaeron and was employed by the royal family of Lordaeron, specializing in making weapons and armor for soldiers and horses."

Nathanos nodded, he still had many questions. Goodell now also felt that this child was not as slow as he thought.

"What is a Vindicator?" Nathanos asked. He had accumulated many questions today and was just waiting for Goodale to give him the answer. The dwarves were very strange, as their topic seemed to have gone far away at once.

"The vindicator is the lowest-ranking officer in Lordaeron. He is responsible for the defense and order in a certain area of ​​Lordaeron. In addition, the equal to the vindicator is the centurion."

"What is a guild?"

"Guild!" Goodell stroked his beard: "A guild can be said to be an organization. There are such organizations everywhere. A group of people come together with the same purpose and work. For example, King Magni of Ironforge

·Bronzebeard’s brother Brian founded a guild called the Explorers Guild, which specializes in exploring ancient ruins hidden throughout the continent of Azeroth.”

Nathanos nodded. He had one last important question, which he had been holding in his mind for a long time: "Uncle Goodall, ranger, what is ranger?"

Ranger Goodall didn't know where Nathanos heard this thing, and there seemed to be no connection between the questions he asked. He didn't even know why Nathanos asked these things. Maybe he was curious.

"Ranger, that's an elf thing. Have you seen an elf? Young man."

Nathanos replied: "One of my mentors is an elf."

"No wonder." Goodell understood: "The elves' city is in the far north, at the end of the jungle, called Quel'Thalas. It is a splendid city. The elves planted golden trees on the plain outside the city.

Flowers. The warriors who protect that land are rangers. Rangers are very powerful. They have excellent fighting skills like warriors and precise shooting abilities like hunters. They have been fighting the trolls living in the dense forest for many years.

, and won countless victories, but so far, only elves have rangers. There has never been a ranger among humans, dwarves, etc."

"Why?"

"Because elves are arrogant, as are all elves. The identity of the ranger must be recognized by the ranger general of Quel'Thalas, otherwise everything will be in vain. King Terenas of Lordaeron once sent an envoy to Quel'Thalas

Silas, I hope they can bestow such an honor on a human, but they were ruthlessly rejected."

"Then can I learn the skills of a ranger?"

Goodell was amused by Nathanos's question, and he asked: "Why do you want to learn the skills of the ranger?"

Nathanos thought for a moment: "My heart tells me I need to be a ranger."

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Chapter completed!