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Chapter 684 Weapon Upgrade
The burly, bearded strongman who walked over was tall, but his build was unusually strange. Despite his massive Body Size, his Limbs looked short and thick, and his Head was huge. If you ignored his Body Size, he really did look like a traditional Dwarf.
Although most people know about the Dwarves of the Marvel Universe from the Movie, the Dwarves in the Comic Universe are actually completely different from those in the Movie.
Dwarves in the Comic Universe are as short as traditional Dwarves are generally perceived to be. In one panel in the Comics, a Dwarf is standing next to Tony Stark, and the Dwarf only reaches Tony's Waist, estimated to be around one meter tall on average.
The Movie Universe version is considered to be artistically processed. Although most people don't approve, it has indeed left a deep impression on many Audience.
Yang Le was also like this, so the Dwarves in front of him were clearly created according to the Dwarf King who impressed him deeply in his Subconscious. After all, Universe 9527 was created by him.
The Dwarves in front of him only differed from traditional Dwarves in Height, and the clothes they wore were very much in line with the stereotypes in Yang Le's Brain.
Perhaps to show off their Craftsmanship, not only the Dwarf in front of him, but also the Dwarves who were hammering on the Anvil were all wearing Armor.
The surfaces of these Armor were like mirrors, with exquisite patterns. At a glance, you could tell that each one was Good Stuff that could be passed down as Heirloom. Let alone taking them to the Battlefield, they could even be displayed in the Exhibition Hall.
"Dwalin, Old Guy!" Odin laughed heartily, extending his Hand to shake hands with the Dwarf opposite him. Odin's thick Arm was only about as thick as two of the Dwarf's Fingers.
"What brings you here today? What's wrong? Is your old Gunhead not working well and you want me to straighten it out with a few Hammer blows?"
This crude joke vividly demonstrated the Dwarf's vulgarity and boldness. Odin, who was being joked about, was not annoyed and continued to laugh heartily.
"You may not have the good fortune to see my old Gunhead. I'm here this Time for other Business."
Odin turned sideways, revealing Yang Le behind him. Of course, given Dwalin's Height, he had already seen Yang Le behind him, but he was just waiting for Odin to introduce him.
"This is a distinguished guest of our Asgard. He wants to borrow a place to enhance his Weapon. Just let him use some Equipment for one night."
As soon as Dwalin heard that someone wanted to forge Equipment in his territory, his Gaze changed. If this person hadn't been brought by Odin, he might have directly defined Yang Le as someone who came to make trouble.
It's not surprising that Dwalin was sensitive. This matter was really related to the Dwarf's Craftsmanship for making a living. In terms of craftsmanship, even those Gods with Godhood dared not say that they could steadily surpass the Dwarves.
If Odin had come to entrust the Dwarves to help enhance a Weapon, then Dwalin would have happily accepted and personally completed this commission. But clearly, instead of seeking help from so many Masters, he insisted on doing it himself. Isn't this a manifestation of distrust in the Dwarves?
Either this kid really has Means, or this kid is just a complete Redneck. It can't be that Odin is just idle and looking for Fun, right?
Dwalin thought for a moment, then asked, "Let him do it himself? Without us taking action?"
This was considered giving Yang Le a Platform out of Respect for Odin. An ordinary person would not have this treatment. If he really had superb skills, it would be fine, but if he was just a showy person, he would definitely be nitpicked by the Dwarves, and even if there were no Malfunction, they would find one.
"No need, you don't understand the Magic inscribed on my Weapon. Letting you rashly handle it easily damages the Magic on it."
Yang Le shook his Head and declined Dwalin's Good Intention. These Words were very polite, but when Dwalin and the other Dwarves heard them, they became red-faced and thick-necked.
If you said that the Dwarves might not understand those special Magic, that's one thing, but if you said that they don't understand the Magic that can be inscribed on Weapons, then even a three-year-old child among the Dwarves can read and recite them fluently.
In the eyes of the Dwarves, this was no longer a matter of looking down on them. This was completely treating them as not Human.
Odin's Face also changed, and he quickly added, "Uh, trust me, he definitely didn't mean that."
Yang Le also saw that the atmosphere was not right. The Dwarves all turned their Line of Sight towards him, and the Asgardian below them also stopped their actions. They all wanted to see what skills this arrogant kid had.
Well, it seems I said the wrong Words.
Yang Le was helpless. He could only reveal his Weapon. Once they saw it clearly, they would know that what he said was true.
Raising his Right Hand, a beautiful Golden Bracelets appeared in front of everyone. Dwalin, who was closest, had to admit that he could tell at a glance that this bracelet was Good Stuff.
Suddenly, the bracelet that was originally on Yang Le's Wrist began to ripple like flowing Water, changing from a motionless dead object to something like a Snake, crawling from his Wrist to Yang Le's Palm.
In a flash of golden light, the flowing Metal elongated again. This Time its length reached one meter and eighty centimeters, and a Spearhead appeared at the upward tip.
In just less than a second, that exquisite bracelet transformed into a golden Short Spear. Never mind the lethality for now, it certainly looked majestic.
"Clang!"
Yang Le thrust the Short Spear onto the Ground. The dull Sound proved that the Short Spear in front of him was definitely much heavier than it looked. Even the Floor of the Asgardian Forge was dented.
"Looks like he does have some Means." Dwalin nodded. Everything within Line of Sight in their workshop was specially made to withstand the Divine Weapon forged here, in order to prevent frequent repairs to damaged Infrastructure.
Currently, the Weapons that can damage this place are all famous, such as Thor's Mjolnir, Odin's Gungnir, and the Destroyer Armor, etc.
The Short Spear in Yang Le's Hand could damage the Floor here, which proved that it had already reached the ranks of Divine Weapon, but it was obviously still not comparable to those Divine Weapons mentioned earlier.
Yang Le picked up the Short Spear in his Hand and shook it. Then, precise Magic Runes appeared one after another. These were the foundation of Divine Weapon, and ordinary people would hide them.
But Yang Le not only showed them, but also, to show that his previous Words were not for any other Thoughts, generously handed the Short Spear to Dwalin.
Dwalin, who was standing aside, had long been drooling with envy. Having lived for so long, besides Fine Wine, only these Iron lumps could make him Dream.
As soon as the Short Spear was in his Hand, Dwalin felt a considerable weight. Just as he thought, this Short Spear was much heavier than it looked, and even he felt a bit strained.
After weighing the Short Spear's weight, Dwalin focused his attention on those Magic Runes. These exquisite Runes rotating around the Short Spear were the foundation of Divine Weapon.
(End of Chapter)
The burly, bearded strongman who walked over was tall, but his build was unusually strange. Despite his massive Body Size, his Limbs looked short and thick, and his Head was huge. If you ignored his Body Size, he really did look like a traditional Dwarf.
Although most people know about the Dwarves of the Marvel Universe from the Movie, the Dwarves in the Comic Universe are actually completely different from those in the Movie.
Dwarves in the Comic Universe are as short as traditional Dwarves are generally perceived to be. In one panel in the Comics, a Dwarf is standing next to Tony Stark, and the Dwarf only reaches Tony's Waist, estimated to be around one meter tall on average.
The Movie Universe version is considered to be artistically processed. Although most people don't approve, it has indeed left a deep impression on many Audience.
Yang Le was also like this, so the Dwarves in front of him were clearly created according to the Dwarf King who impressed him deeply in his Subconscious. After all, Universe 9527 was created by him.
The Dwarves in front of him only differed from traditional Dwarves in Height, and the clothes they wore were very much in line with the stereotypes in Yang Le's Brain.
Perhaps to show off their Craftsmanship, not only the Dwarf in front of him, but also the Dwarves who were hammering on the Anvil were all wearing Armor.
The surfaces of these Armor were like mirrors, with exquisite patterns. At a glance, you could tell that each one was Good Stuff that could be passed down as Heirloom. Let alone taking them to the Battlefield, they could even be displayed in the Exhibition Hall.
"Dwalin, Old Guy!" Odin laughed heartily, extending his Hand to shake hands with the Dwarf opposite him. Odin's thick Arm was only about as thick as two of the Dwarf's Fingers.
"What brings you here today? What's wrong? Is your old Gunhead not working well and you want me to straighten it out with a few Hammer blows?"
This crude joke vividly demonstrated the Dwarf's vulgarity and boldness. Odin, who was being joked about, was not annoyed and continued to laugh heartily.
"You may not have the good fortune to see my old Gunhead. I'm here this Time for other Business."
Odin turned sideways, revealing Yang Le behind him. Of course, given Dwalin's Height, he had already seen Yang Le behind him, but he was just waiting for Odin to introduce him.
"This is a distinguished guest of our Asgard. He wants to borrow a place to enhance his Weapon. Just let him use some Equipment for one night."
As soon as Dwalin heard that someone wanted to forge Equipment in his territory, his Gaze changed. If this person hadn't been brought by Odin, he might have directly defined Yang Le as someone who came to make trouble.
It's not surprising that Dwalin was sensitive. This matter was really related to the Dwarf's Craftsmanship for making a living. In terms of craftsmanship, even those Gods with Godhood dared not say that they could steadily surpass the Dwarves.
If Odin had come to entrust the Dwarves to help enhance a Weapon, then Dwalin would have happily accepted and personally completed this commission. But clearly, instead of seeking help from so many Masters, he insisted on doing it himself. Isn't this a manifestation of distrust in the Dwarves?
Either this kid really has Means, or this kid is just a complete Redneck. It can't be that Odin is just idle and looking for Fun, right?
Dwalin thought for a moment, then asked, "Let him do it himself? Without us taking action?"
This was considered giving Yang Le a Platform out of Respect for Odin. An ordinary person would not have this treatment. If he really had superb skills, it would be fine, but if he was just a showy person, he would definitely be nitpicked by the Dwarves, and even if there were no Malfunction, they would find one.
"No need, you don't understand the Magic inscribed on my Weapon. Letting you rashly handle it easily damages the Magic on it."
Yang Le shook his Head and declined Dwalin's Good Intention. These Words were very polite, but when Dwalin and the other Dwarves heard them, they became red-faced and thick-necked.
If you said that the Dwarves might not understand those special Magic, that's one thing, but if you said that they don't understand the Magic that can be inscribed on Weapons, then even a three-year-old child among the Dwarves can read and recite them fluently.
In the eyes of the Dwarves, this was no longer a matter of looking down on them. This was completely treating them as not Human.
Odin's Face also changed, and he quickly added, "Uh, trust me, he definitely didn't mean that."
Yang Le also saw that the atmosphere was not right. The Dwarves all turned their Line of Sight towards him, and the Asgardian below them also stopped their actions. They all wanted to see what skills this arrogant kid had.
Well, it seems I said the wrong Words.
Yang Le was helpless. He could only reveal his Weapon. Once they saw it clearly, they would know that what he said was true.
Raising his Right Hand, a beautiful Golden Bracelets appeared in front of everyone. Dwalin, who was closest, had to admit that he could tell at a glance that this bracelet was Good Stuff.
Suddenly, the bracelet that was originally on Yang Le's Wrist began to ripple like flowing Water, changing from a motionless dead object to something like a Snake, crawling from his Wrist to Yang Le's Palm.
In a flash of golden light, the flowing Metal elongated again. This Time its length reached one meter and eighty centimeters, and a Spearhead appeared at the upward tip.
In just less than a second, that exquisite bracelet transformed into a golden Short Spear. Never mind the lethality for now, it certainly looked majestic.
"Clang!"
Yang Le thrust the Short Spear onto the Ground. The dull Sound proved that the Short Spear in front of him was definitely much heavier than it looked. Even the Floor of the Asgardian Forge was dented.
"Looks like he does have some Means." Dwalin nodded. Everything within Line of Sight in their workshop was specially made to withstand the Divine Weapon forged here, in order to prevent frequent repairs to damaged Infrastructure.
Currently, the Weapons that can damage this place are all famous, such as Thor's Mjolnir, Odin's Gungnir, and the Destroyer Armor, etc.
The Short Spear in Yang Le's Hand could damage the Floor here, which proved that it had already reached the ranks of Divine Weapon, but it was obviously still not comparable to those Divine Weapons mentioned earlier.
Yang Le picked up the Short Spear in his Hand and shook it. Then, precise Magic Runes appeared one after another. These were the foundation of Divine Weapon, and ordinary people would hide them.
But Yang Le not only showed them, but also, to show that his previous Words were not for any other Thoughts, generously handed the Short Spear to Dwalin.
Dwalin, who was standing aside, had long been drooling with envy. Having lived for so long, besides Fine Wine, only these Iron lumps could make him Dream.
As soon as the Short Spear was in his Hand, Dwalin felt a considerable weight. Just as he thought, this Short Spear was much heavier than it looked, and even he felt a bit strained.
After weighing the Short Spear's weight, Dwalin focused his attention on those Magic Runes. These exquisite Runes rotating around the Short Spear were the foundation of Divine Weapon.
(End of Chapter)
