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... ue used by the elf race. As one of the oldest races in the world, the elf community also develops in the field of forging. The way elf forges their equipment differs from the usual forging technique and dwarf technique.

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If the dwarf heavily relies on heat and hammering, the elf forging technique relies more on mana manipulation. Some even said the dwarf technique is hot forging while the elf race is cold forging.

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