"Ding!"
The metal forging hammer, reflecting the flame, suddenly crashed down, landing on the anvil with a whooshing sound.
Sparks flew everywhere.
Under the scorching heat, the red-hot iron billet was compressed and deformed by the violent impact. Its originally loose internal structure gradually became solid and resilient under the rhythmic and powerful strikes of the forging hammer.
"Stop!"
A voice filled with dissatisfaction suddenly echoed in the room.
Barn, a "dwarf" with bulging muscles, looking two sizes larger and stronger than an ordinary Bear Goblin, was standing by the side.
His arms crossed over his chest, veins bulging under his skin. The muscular arms and chest muscles were solid and firm, and just by sight alone, one could feel the strength contained within.
His brows were furrowed, showing a serious expression rarely seen by most adventurers who visited the "Rock Hammer."
"Wrong again!"
