Chương 142: New Homes

Seeing the bow flying towards him, Dhursir slowly stepped forward and took the bow in his hands. He almost dropped the bow because the bow felt tremendously heavy and it took all of his strength to hold the bow.

The bow nearly matched his height in length as Dhursir studied the patterns and the engravings on the bow carefully to get an idea about the bow.

"me king, where did ye get this bow? who made such a thing?"

The bow greatly surprised and shocked Dhursir as he was sure that the bow was not made by the dwarves.

"Bought this in an auction and I don't have an idea of who made this"

"So what do ye want me ta do with this, me king?"

"Paint it in black"