Ironforge, located deep within the Iron Mountain range on the eastern part of the Azeroth continent, with the nearest city entrance being 1,200 meters from the surface, is one of the main gathering places for dwarves.

  Ironhaven was originally built next to a massive high-quality iron ore vein, and the city also has a giant lava river that is said to lead straight to the Fire Elemental Plane just outside. The perfect natural conditions attracted the best dwarf craftsmen in the world to settle here.

  Dwarven master craftsman, Dalak*Tavo, nearly 300 years old, was sweating profusely as he hammered away at a small dagger with a massive iron mallet the size of a stone plate in his hands.

  "Bang——bang——bang——"

  The massive hammerhead merely swung through the air, stirring up waves of scorching hot wind. However, the extremely rhythmic and precise hammer strikes gradually revealed a palm-sized piece of strange metal that resembled the embryo of a dagger.

  "Dad! Dad!" A loud and rough voice suddenly came from outside the door.

  Darak ignored this voice.

  Unfortunately, the noise grew louder and closer, culminating in a rough kick on the door, which caused the door latch to let out only half a cry of unbearable burden before it was finished.

  "Dad——"

  A thunderous voice echoed in Dwarf Master's ear, this time Darak couldn't ignore the sound anymore.

  "Bastard!" Dalak slammed his fist into the man's face in a fit of rage.

  If it was a human adventurer of the Golden Rank who got hit, this one hammer strike would absolutely result in brains splattering everywhere, dying thoroughly.

  But the one who took the hit was Dárek's son, Edick Thorenir, a 218-year-old dwarf legendary warrior, with the Moradin-blessed trait of Rockbone, and yet this astonishingly powerful blow only dealt normal damage.

  Uh-huh, Adick's nose started bleeding a little.

  "Edric! Do you know what you've done?! I'm not telling you for the thousandth time, when I'm crafting something it's not a trivial matter and shouldn't be disturbed?! Moradin above, you just ruined my golden-tier dagger!" Darak's fiery temper got the better of him as he kicked his own son in the rear, sending the legendary warrior tumbling.

  Ping ping pang pang, don't know how many things were knocked over.

  "But Dad, you're always tinkering with things all day long!" The dwarven tradition of extreme respect for elders only made Eddick slightly indignant. He didn't get angry or anything.

  Darak's bald head was bulging with veins! He was furious, his carefully braided, fiery red beard blown back in anger. He held the dagger hilt high and bellowed: "I don't care! Give me a reason I can believe. Otherwise, I'll stick this piece of junk into your butt!"

  "Dad, there's a big business you have to take over!" Eddie exclaimed excitedly.

  "Blast it! Moradin's beard, dwarves are free! No business is too small to take!" Darrak continued to bellow.

  "Ah! Father, you were right. This is a direct oracle from the High God of Moradin. The noble guest was personally escorted by High Priestess Kavara."

  "Ah!" The dwarf master blacksmith was truly shocked.

  In the dwarven myth, at the beginning of creation, Moradin created the dwarves. His descendants had skeletons cut from the bedrock, souls forged from iron and hearts carved from diamonds. And all subsequent dwarves were created in the image of Moradin's descendants.

  The three words "Mordor" have a supreme and lofty significance among dwarves.

  It was actually Moradin himself who bestowed the divine revelation!？

  What brings this noble guest here?

  What else did he want Dalak to make?

  Darak suddenly wasn't angry at all, and was full of curiosity about what was going to happen.

  On the other side, in the reception room attached to Furnace No. 1, a young man with golden short hair was dressed in luxurious attire and had fallen into extreme anger.

  "What? What did you just say? Master Dalak is suddenly unavailable? Three years! I made an appointment three years ago! Do you know who I am? How dare you stand me up!" The young man's handsome face was twisted in anger, unable to believe this was happening.

  The female dwarf opposite him was not intimidated by his presence at all, and she replied calmly while fiddling with her reddish-brown braided hair: "Prince Gaoos, I am well aware that you are currently the first in line to inherit the throne of the Elven Empire. However, I have a duty to remind you that three years ago, Master Dalak merely announced that he would accept a commission three years later. Whoever provides better materials and proposes something more precious and challenging for him to craft at that time will be accepted as his client."

  Gao's anger was delayed for a moment, but then he became even angrier: "Right, three years ago you told me that the master would be free today. I've waited for exactly three years, this is an undisputed fact! Tell me, who else can produce better materials than me?"

  Prince Kaos waved his hand, and several boxes were brought up by his attendants. Inside, materials that would make most of the world's master craftsmen go mad with envy almost dazzled the female dwarf.

  "A hundred kilograms of fallen star iron. Five thousand kilograms of morning star sand, the evil fire element elder's soul core... These materials are enough to forge a legendary long sword! Tell me, why did Master Dalak refuse me?! Even the commission auction was cancelled!" If it weren't for the female dwarf looking too dirty, others wouldn't have doubted that Prince Gao would grab her collar and spit in her face.

  There were also some things that the prince didn't say.

  For this day, the prince spared no effort in mobilizing his backstage forces, and almost all potential competitors were driven away. The political chips and interests paid behind the scenes were enough to make a king of a kingdom sweat coldly.

  The legendary weapon he had been dreaming of for years was suddenly cut off halfway, and it's no wonder that Prince Gaos went crazy.

  Dwarves are as stubborn as a mule. You're not nice to dwarves, and they won't give you a good face in return. At this moment, the female dwarf's mind is full of fantasies - should she use a hammer to smash that little white-faced prince's face into mush, or use a dagger to cut open that sharp-tongued mouth? Which one would be more satisfying?

  Faced with the dwarf woman's antagonistic silence, the prince was at a loss for what to do.

  Suddenly, one of his guards came forward and whispered a few words in the prince's ear.

  "What!?! How dare he show up in front of me again!?!" Prince's blue eyes gleamed with a cold, piercing light: "Leave!"

  The prince's large group of guards immediately followed up.

  Under the leadership of the guide's guard, the prince and his party found their host after a few turns.

  At the moment he saw his opponent, Prince Gaoos was slightly stunned, because he found that beside him was Kaphra, the high priest of Moradin, the dwarven god.

  Even if the newcomer had only one female guard, the terrifying aura and unique weapon made it easy for the prince to distinguish that this female guard was a legendary sword saint.

  The other party may have a big background.

  The Prince of Gao's anger-filled face suddenly changed, and he revealed a warm and elegant smile. He bowed lightly.

  "Excuse me for disturbing you, but are you the noble who is looking for Master Dalak to forge a weapon?" Gao's demeanor was completely flawless.

  Don't hit a smiling face with an outstretched hand.

  Even if Raven had already known everything through listening, Raven still pretended to be unaware: "Right. I am."

  "Hello! I am Gaoos, the first crown prince of the Elven Empire. Nice to meet you, may I ask your name is......"

  "Raven."

  Prince Gao's eyes widened in surprise: Raven? The Raven who had been making waves recently? The one who had made a fool of Xirick and had even impressed Benn with his godly skills?

  The prince quickly confirmed his judgment, and everything matched up. Young, half-elf, that extremely eye-catching white dragon skin armor. So, the one following behind him should be Sein, the strongest female sword saint under the command of the Phantom Goddess.

  Taking a deep breath, the prince quickly adjusted his emotions.

  "Raven, you're the one who made 'Dark Day' roll out of God's Domain?" The prince showed just the right amount of hatred towards Shrek and 'surprise' at running into Raven.

  "That's right, it was me." Raven's calm response almost made the prince explode. Think about it, as the first in line to inherit one of the seven human empires, the Elven Empire, the prince had already spoken to Raven in such a humble tone, yet Raven still seemed completely unbothered, how could the prince stand it.

  It's not easy for the eldest son of his own family to be unexpectedly killed by Tinos, and Gao Ao, as the second prince, finally became the crown prince. Wherever he went, he was admired and envied by people. Now that Levin is so cold, it has already touched Gao Ao's reverse scales. If not for considering that there are two active goddesses behind Levin, Gao Ao would have had his subordinates clean up Levin on the spot.

  However, Gao Osu endured. He had vaguely heard that due to Xiliek's relationship, Raven and the Dwarf God King Moradin's relationship rapidly warmed up. At this point, Gao Osu was jealous to the point of madness. With Moradin's recognition, anyone can walk horizontally in the Dwarven Kingdom.

  This relationship, no matter how great the cost, Prince Gao would be willing to exchange for it.

  However. There are many things that Wang Zi cannot envy. Looking at Le Wen's arrogant face with his nose facing the sky, Wang Zi knew that continuing to talk would only lead to embarrassment.

  "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Raven. I happen to have some urgent matters to attend to, but I hope we can chat more leisurely next time." Prince Wang slightly bowed his head and was about to leave.

  But then Raven suddenly stopped him.

  "Wait."

  "Oh?"

  "You got the title wrong just now. You should be calling me 'Your Highness', not 'Sir'.", Raven said, as he put on a brand new holy emblem on his left chest plate armor.

  Prince Gao's eyes widened in shock. He could hardly believe his own eyes, the sacred emblem represented - God-given Earl!

  Unlike the divine baron, the divine earl is an extremely rare title. It will only be awarded to mortals who have made outstanding contributions to the divine realm. The conditions for obtaining this title are also extremely harsh: you must be nominated by at least one powerful deity, then jointly recommended by two deities, and finally approved by three deities, including another powerful deity, before it can be awarded.

  Those who possess the title of Baron granted by God can directly enjoy the treatment of a prince in any empire, at least on an equal footing with the king of a kingdom.

  Therefore, even emperors must address Raven with a respectful "Your Highness".

  Knowing it was an insult from Raven, Prince Gao still gritted his teeth and forced out a "Greetings, Lord Raven."

  "Ah, all right, you can go." Raven dismissed the prince like a beggar.

  P.S: Supplement update...