THE DARK SAVAGE IN UNITED STATE

Conan the Barbarian, a Nephalem from a different realm, stood in his blacksmith shop in New York, hammer in hand. It had been three days since he settled in this new world, and the mages had bought a remote shop for him as he had hoped.

Conan's greatest pleasure during these three days was listening to the ancestors discussing the crowd that suddenly appeared on the holy mountain. "These guys are barely considered warriors," Conan thought to himself. "It's ridiculous that they have to repeatedly scout the surrounding environment, guarding against possible enemies."

Conan felt that these guys were more troublesome than the witchers in the Avengers camp. In this city, the pure blacksmith craftsmanship was not very popular. After all, the people who pursued powerful weapons and armor in this world were too insignificant compared to the huge population base.

Conan decided to forge a new pair of heavy weapons. His original weapon was completely damaged in the battle against Darkseid, and there was no possibility of repair. But this was not important, because Conan's name represented the most powerful blacksmith, and forging was just a good way to kill time for him.

Conan put a piece of yellow radiant material, Lingwu crystal, and collected metal into the furnace for heating. The metal was heated in the furnace with the material, the material began to melt gradually, and seeped into the metal little by little.

As Conan hammered away, the sound of the heavy hammer falling on the metal echoed through the shop. The forging process was also a time-consuming job for Conan, because the fusion of metal and material was not something that could be done in a short time.

The more powerful weapons, the more powerful materials were needed. This was the consensus of all blacksmiths. Conan's new weapons would be far more powerful than any "legendary" equipment.

As a Nephalem, Conan possessed physical strength that did not belong to the middle-aged men of this world. And that was just part of the power of Nephalem. Conan focused on the forging in front of him, his self-talk a habit.

Conan's new weapons would still inherit the name of "Conan" and still have the wild shapes of "Blood of the Warriors" and "Solemn Oath", but they would not be imitations of the previous crude technique. Imitations had been circulating for a long time, and the first imitations were dubbed "the ancient legendary equipment".

However, as a toy, this level of equipment could also make those poor mages, like Doctor Strange and Zatanna, reach an unbelievable level of power. The addition of physical attributes alone could make these guys powerful enough to overturn tanks and even face the natural disaster of nature.

Just then, a bell above the door rang out, signaling the arrival of a customer. Conan looked up to see Iron Fist, aka Karashim, walking into the shop. "Conan, my friend," Iron Fist said with a smile. "I see you're hard at work. What's the latest project?"

Conan grinned, happy to show off his work. "Just forging a new pair of heavy weapons," he said. "Something to pass the time." Iron Fist's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the glowing metal. "Those look impressive," he said. "I'm sure they'll come in handy in our next battle."

Conan chuckled, knowing that Iron Fist was always ready for a fight. "I'm counting on it," he said. And with that, the two warriors continued to work on their latest project, ready to take on whatever challenges lay ahead.