The Serpent's Fang

[Forged: Serpent's Fang - Inferior Quality]

[Giant Serpent's Fang: Increases the wielder's strength and significantly reduces their penetration of shields and shield-type magic.]

[Reward: Silver Power Shard]

[Cutting-edge inventor: Forging 2 out of 10 pieces of equipment]

[Master Forging: Forging Ten Different Pieces of Equipment 4/10]

Is it still of poor quality?

Herren frowned as he looked at the dagger in his hand, which had been deemed to be of inferior quality.

Perhaps due to insufficient materials, or perhaps because the giant serpent Grubin was not of a high enough grade, Heron could only create inferior serpent fangs after several attempts.

Moreover, in his imagination, the serpent's fangs should be long enough, at least like a sword... otherwise, it would feel a bit strange to have the ability to break through defenses but require close-range combat to be effective.

Perhaps Grubin's teeth were still too short...

He hadn't considered his own lack of skill; he was confident in that much.

"It seems that it might be better to try again after finding new materials..."

Although the mission did not require Herren to create a sufficiently excellent "finished equipment," he only needed to successfully create it, but the people of Hearth Village's refinement made him want to strive for perfection.

"Luckily, you still know you can't forge iron on a ship. If you had set the ship on fire, I would have killed you!"

At this moment, Sejuani and Ashe walked over and looked at the giant serpent fang in Harren's hand.

"What have you done now?"

"My new masterpiece... no, it's somewhat flawed and can't really be called a masterpiece. I don't have enough materials on hand, so I'll just call it a work of art."

Harren handed over the giant serpent's fang, and Sejuani held it in her hand, her expression changing instantly.

An invisible force seemed to travel along the handle to her palm and then into her body.

Is it an enchanted weapon? This guy casually crafts weapons that are imbued with magic?

She didn't forget her good friend either, and handed the giant serpent's fang to Ashe.

Aisha took it and tossed it around, her delicate brows furrowing slightly. She then reached out and gently touched the blade, unable to resist saying something.

"Truly masterful craftsmanship... and this is just a defective product?"

Ashe returned the giant serpent's fang to Harren, but her heart was in turmoil.

As a member of a once-powerful tribe, Avarosa had mostly seen ordinary iron weapons. The only truly top-tier weapons she had ever seen were her mother Glenna's Ice Axe and Dagger.

But that's something passed down for thousands of years! How could Herren casually forge a flawed piece and have such an effect?

They didn't even use Zhenbing; they just used a tooth and a piece of wood.

"Ha, I think that's just nonsense..."

Sejuani had just spoken ill of Harren, and feeling a bit embarrassed in front of her sisters, she could only stubbornly insist that perhaps it was Harren's hard work, and he was just saying it was a defective product to brag...

"It's a defective product, do you want it? Here you go."

Sejuani was taken aback by what she heard, and then her expression changed instantly.

"Is that so? Well then... Alright, I'll accept it..."

Sejuani took the Serpent's Fang from Harren somewhat embarrassed. Although she felt a little awkward, the allure of a divine weapon to a warrior was immense.

However, after a moment's pause, he did not see any changes on the panel.

"It's not for you, it's for Ash."

"ah?!"

Sejuani's smile froze, her face turning red and then pale, and she awkwardly handed the Serpent's Fang to Ashe.

She wasn't jealous of her best friend, but she felt like she'd been tricked, thinking back to how arrogant she'd been to her friend...

This guy must have done it on purpose!

"Is it for me?"

Ashe accepted the Serpent's Fang, still somewhat incredulous.

You just gave yourself a weapon like that? We've only known each other for a short time. Is this really so generous?

"You only have a bow and arrow, and no melee weapon at all. Perfect, you can use it."

"Okay, thank you..."

Even Ashe couldn't resist the allure of this divine weapon and gratefully accepted the gift.

[Ancient Treasures: Finding the Right Owner for Their Masterpieces 2/5]

As expected! Tanks aren't suited to building Serpent's Fang, but ADCs can...

Ashe naturally noticed Sejuani's embarrassment. She rolled her eyes and deliberately smiled as she brandished the giant serpent's fang in her hand.

"Thank goodness you didn't give it to Sejuani, or she would have broken your jaw."

"Huh? Why?"

Harren was a little confused, but Sejuani naturally understood Ashe's joke and burst into laughter.

The three of them set up a simple campfire, roasted some food, and then, instead of eating on the spot, boarded the boat and ate as they walked.

In the remaining days, sometimes when it was time to eat, if they couldn't find suitable land for hunting, they would use the fishing nets on the boat to catch fish and make do with a few bites.

Of course, Herren still couldn't accept raw fish.

Finally, a week later, a mountain range became clearly visible in the night.

Mount Orncar, the long-standing home of the Winter's Claw tribe, is a place that Ashe is both familiar with and unfamiliar with.

Five years ago, when the Avarosa and Winterclaw tribes were sister tribes, they would gather here every summer.

Before leaving, Sejuani will be sent by her grandmother, Hijai, to the Avarosa tribe to be taught by Glenna.

Glenna is not only Ashe's mother and the War Mother of Avarosan, but she is also the most powerful warrior in this land.

After the two tribes broke apart, Ashe never came back here again.

For Herren, this place wasn't as warm as Hearthland, but it was certainly the most suitable place to live he had seen since leaving Hearthland, at least it wasn't so cold.

"By the way, your tribe also has Frost Priests, right? Don't forget, Ashe is probably still being hunted down by Frost Priests."

Harren reminded Sejuani, but Sejuani didn't even look up as she spoke.

"I know... so we need to gain the support of the rest of the tribe before the Frost Priest discovers it, and this Gruffin meat is the best bargaining chip."

As she spoke, Sejuani looked at Ashe, who seemed a little confused, and gave her some instructions.

"Remember, once you get ashore, distribute this food as quickly as possible and gain the support of the rest of the tribe before the Frost Priestess and that bitch find out. That way, they might remember their sisterly friendship with the Avarosa tribe."

Aisha was a little confused, but she nodded nonetheless.

Herren asked with some curiosity.

"Would you mind telling me who the bitch you're talking about is?"

Lissandra?

Sejuani simply replied with a calm expression.

"My mom."

"Well……"

Herren touched his chin, somewhat speechless.

"That's really... an interesting nickname."

Sejuani ignored Harren's complaints; she was still somewhat worried about Ashe.

At this moment, Ashe looked very uneasy, like a socially anxious girl visiting a friend's house, which made Sejuani a little worried.

"Remember, don't let the Frost Priests know that Grufin hunted from the territory of the Lost. The Frost Guardians and the Lost have a non-aggression pact, and they don't allow their tribes to hunt there without permission... If possible, you'd better avoid running into the Frost Priests; they can smell lies."

She repeatedly emphasized and instructed him.

"Um... Sejuani, do your tribe always give you such a warm welcome whenever you come back?"

"Um?"

Following the direction Heron was pointing, Sejuani looked over.

A group of people had already gathered on the dock, and the leader of the group was a tall and strong woman wearing a cow-horn helmet that covered half of her face, so her face could not be seen.

Sejuani's expression immediately changed.

"I'm going to die..."

Seeing that the newcomers seemed to have ill intentions, Herren quietly reached into the pocket behind his back, rummaged around for a while, and pulled out the Bloodthirst, hanging it on his waist for later use.