Warhammer: This Galen's Heart of Steel

Chapter 33: Runesmith Hall
"The runesmiths you saw are rare and precious, and they will only become rarer. The same is true for the art of binding magic. Only the Rune Lords, those virtuous and elderly people who are five hundred years old, can now engrave truly powerful runes..."

——Dorgrin Redbeard, the Hammer Warrior
Asaheim.

just now.

Forge Mountain is located at the root of the lowest level of the fang-shaped Wolf Fang Fortress. It is the hottest place on the entire Fenris planet.

Red forges with copper stains are scattered all over the Forge Mountain. The clanging iron-forging sounds of the bare-armed, muscular forging masters sound like a song of ice and fire. Exquisite and bloodthirsty creations are born from the furnaces and finally sent to Hamhold, the forging room of the Space Wolves.

Khor Karak, the most famous and outstanding legendary blacksmith in Fenris, occupies the largest furnace in Forge Mountain - the Hearth of the Forge.

The Wolf King's sword, Siren's Bite, was made by this master.

Hall wielded the huge hammer meticulously. The shiny red metal block on the anvil gradually turned into the shape of a sword under the hammer's continuous beating at a certain frequency.

"Is this your legendary blacksmith? It's amazing that he is a dwarf master."

Garen was extremely jealous. He had never expected that his brother had hidden such a treasure. He wanted to knock out the wolf king and take the dwarf blacksmith back to Demacia.

Runesmiths use their hammers as a medium to inscribe the power of the winds of magic into rune symbols.

They are a suspicious people, jealously guarding the secrets of anvil and hammer, the knowledge that allows them to create magical items - weapons, armor, rings, and amulets - that are far more powerful than any other human-made items in the world.

The ancient Runesmiths Guild is the oldest and most respected of all the guilds in the Mountain Kingdoms.

According to the myths and legends of the dwarves, this art originated from Granni, the god of mines, forging, and runes, one of the three ancestral gods of the dwarves. Members of the Runesmith Guild will claim that they are descendants of the Son of Granni.

For this reason, runesmiths sometimes refer to themselves as clans of the Sangnir, though they are not the only clan to claim descent from Granni or his many sons.

There aren't many runesmiths left today, and while those who remain are still connected to one another, they are still far apart and scattered across the mountains.

Each carries on the traditions of his clan, learning how to fuse magic and metal together using the powerful Runecraft. Each Runesmith is an ancient and powerful individual.

At the very least, they will endure hundreds of years of harsh apprenticeship under the harsh gaze and merciless hands of their ancestors.

The more ancient runesmiths will have survived centuries of hard toil, forging runes upon searing anvils and searching for ancient secrets deep within lost dwarven strongholds.

Garen nudged the wolf king with his elbow.

"How did you get this master? The new Demacia is weak, pitiful and helpless. How about giving me a whole dwarven master as well?"

The wolf king rolled his eyes at him.

"Hall has lived in Fenris for a lifetime, and he doesn't even remember when.

I met him on an ice field. He was wandering on the ice field in search of good casting materials and wanted to hunt the monster Kraken, which was different from my purpose.

Finally, I killed the Kraken and took everything from it, but gave part of it to Hall, who offered to forge weapons for me. "

Garen seemed to be wearing a mask of pain, staring at the Wolf King with a distorted expression.

He thought to himself, "Damn, this guy is the one who really got the template of the protagonist, right? He can meet a legendary blacksmith while wandering in the wild. He is a dwarf rune blacksmith. He even submits to his kingly aura and helps him forge weapons."

Galen felt very sad.

"Hall, this is my brother Galen Crownguard. His weapon was interrupted in the duel with me. I need a sword that is no less powerful than the Siren's Bite to complete the rest of our duel." The Wolf King spoke, and the clanging sound stopped.

Hall turned slowly and looked Galen up and down.

After a while, a hoarse sound like a broken bellows came from the dwarf's throat wrapped in burnt bronze skin.

"Materials, I need better materials."

"I remember there was some body tissue left of the Kraken. It had four fangs. Two of them turned into the Axe of Winter and the Bite of the Siren. You used one, and there was still one left. Why not just use those?"

The Wolf King stared at Hall strangely. Could it be that this old man has also learned to embezzle?

Hall shook his head and said seriously, "Those are not acceptable. They are not compatible with your brother. Weapons should be a helper for warriors. I refuse to forge a weapon that cannot do its job."

Garen understood that the sea monster Kraken did not match his own attributes. Just like enchantments in games, repulsive attributes cannot be enchanted.

"What kind of person is he?" asked the Wolf King.

"Hey, hey, hey, just ask, don't swear." Garen rolled his eyes at him and complained.

"Nidhogg, a monster as famous as the Kraken, lurks in the south of Fenris, living on a huge glacier that towers above the sky.

It is said that it possesses the power of a violent storm and is a giant dragon that is a kilometer long."

Howl pulled out a yellowed parchment from his bosom, on which was traced a black charcoal pencil. A few rough strokes depicted the majestic power of the dragon Nidhogg.

The wolf king showed disdain on his face, crossed his arms and questioned: "Hall, you are not using this excuse to deceive us because you want new materials, right?"

Hall Karak is a madman obsessed with forging, so it is not surprising that he would do such a thing. After all, this is not the first time.

His little trick was exposed, and Hall acted like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, and lay down on the ground like a scoundrel.

"I need this anyway. I can't open the furnace without Nidhogg."

"Go ahead, Russ. It's just a dragon. You are the holy Primarch, the descendant of the Holy Emperor. You can kill that monster with just a few strikes!"

Galen instigated from the side.

"Hmm? I'm here to forge weapons for you, why do you want me to fight that beast?"

Although the Wolf King is a battle maniac, he is not a fool and he will not work for others for free.

"I don't have a suitable weapon. Besides, you were the one who cut off my sword. You need to take responsibility for it."

Garen shamelessly pushed the blame onto the Wolf King, pouting and turning his face away.

"."

This guy was quite serious when we first met, why has he become like this now?
The wolf king frowned and chose to take the blame helplessly.

(End of this chapter)