Under Carlos' command, everyone began to build a forging shop.

Not only that, more players came from afar and joined them excitedly.

Looking at the enthusiastic chosen people, Carlos sighed:

"It's so good! I haven't seen such a life for hundreds of years! I think when I was an apprentice, our elves had a large forging workshop at that time. What a pity... It's a pity..."

While saying that, he shook his head and sighed:

"I can only recruit five people at most. In addition to the energy reasons, the key is that the equipment is insufficient. Hey... the equipment used for forging is professional. Although I brought some back, it is still not enough. We need to do a lot of it ourselves."

"But the conditions are too poor now. What we did ourselves cannot meet the standards. I really miss the workshop we used to do!"

After hearing Carlos's words, a player stopped and asked curiously:

"Didn't there be any abandoned workshops in Fei Lengcui before? Maybe... we can look for remaining equipment!"

After hearing his words, Carlos shook his head regretfully:

"The equipment of the Holy City was moved away with the migration."

But after saying that, he seemed to remember something and said uncertainly:

"However, there may be... it was once the largest manufacturing capital of the Elves, and it was the first to suffer war, so many things didn't have time to move away."

After saying that, he shook his head again:

"But it's been a thousand years, and even if it still exists, it probably won't work."

As soon as he finished speaking, Carlos found that the Chosen were quiet.

He turned around in confusion and found that everyone was looking at him excitedly.

"What...what happened?"

He asked strangely.

"Rivendale?"

Players were instantly excited—
Chapter completed!