"Look, I said there's no one in this place."
Back when the time was a little earlier, several uninvited guests gradually appeared near the entrance of the main hall of the City of Freedom. They formed a team of players and poked their heads around to confirm for a long time. Finally, they looked boldly.
They stood up from the bushes where they were hiding: "The fight over there is so lively, how could there be anyone here? Even the Second World and Borderlands have already participated in the war, and right in front of us is the best that is left for us to loot.
What an opportunity!”
"All we can be sure of is that their guild garrison is empty for defense. Who can be sure whether this kind of place will become an empty city?"
Standing in a flower bed full of weeds, the slightly fat player named Sergeant Balala then wiped his sweaty face from crouching for a long time with an annoyed look on his face: "What if?
If we encounter a super big BOSS like Reiner, we probably won't be able to kill him even if we send him a hundred times."
"That's why the president let a few of us come here to gamble." The warrior wearing white fat armor who answered her earlier also wiped his sweaty nose: "The president has already taken people to the world.
The second station, that is the most empty place at this time. As for us who are always being killed indiscriminately and our missions are always failed, we can only be sent to such places as demining soldiers...
"
His voice became smaller and smaller, and the expressions of several players and teammates around him also became disappointed. A loud shout later echoed in the ancient corridor in front of the hall of the city lord's palace, accompanied by the gun raised by Sergeant Balala.
They rushed forward with their fists: "What are you doing? Are you making excuses for why we were sent to a place like this to step on landmines? When the president sent us here earlier, the expressions on your faces didn't look like you were abandoned one by one.
Where are the chess pieces!”
"Fuck me!" His fist turned into a forward pointing motion, and at the same time he yelled at the white armored warrior: "We have come this far, why don't we make a huge fortune and show it to the people in the meeting?
Look, how can you give up so easily!"
"No, that's right!" The fat warrior, who was tightly wrapped in white armor, seemed to have been touched by the opponent. He swollen his belly and walked forward: "I, the Onion Emperor, have been walking around the world for so many years, and I have never had this happen before.
When it’s empty! Bah!”
As if to cheer himself up, he spit twice between his rubbing palms, and then, with the rest of the players and teammates on guard, he walked to the door above the wide steps with exaggerated movements.
Before: "Open the door! Let's fight, fight, and rob!"
"If you have any good things in your city lord's mansion, give them all to me -"
The creaking sound of the door opening and the suddenly amplified metal knocking sound once again appeared at the door of the city's main hall, condensing several people's alert expressions and the words they wanted to speak in succession in mid-air.
The movements of hiding on both sides of the door were also attracted by the unstoppable and indifferent movements of the wrought iron, and they stretched their protruding heads into the door: "Really, is there really someone?"
"It seems like an NPC? Or a blacksmith?"
"Why is there a blacksmith living here? Where is the original city lord's hall? Where is the throne? Where is the treasure?"
"It's difficult, can you say..."
"Hello!"
A look of disbelief emerged among the faces that were looking at each other, and was finally broken by the figure of Sergeant Balala suddenly jumping into the door: "Who are you? When did you break in?"
"Has this city lord's mansion been occupied by you? Ah?"
He looked at the empty scene in the dilapidated hall around him and the way the blacksmith kept banging the anvil and ignored him. The anger on his face became more and more obvious: "Isn't this place already empty?
Was it picked up by a homeless man like you?"
"Captain, maybe he is a fool."
Looking at the reaction of the blacksmith who was still banging and the increasingly obvious anger of Sergeant Balala, Cong Congtianzun on the side hurriedly smiled and stepped forward to stop him: "Don't get angry in a hurry, anyway, it seems that there is no one else around here.
It seems like it wouldn’t be a bad thing to investigate more.”
"Yes, yes, we are already here anyway." Seeing this, the other players and teammates hurriedly put away their weapons and stepped forward to persuade their captain: "We just want to take advantage of the chaos in the city to make a fortune this time.
Isn’t it true that there is no one here to fulfill our wish? As for the blacksmith in front of us, maybe it is some hidden mission or hidden NPC..."
"That makes sense."
Slowly nodding his head, Sergeant Balala's expression finally began to slow down. His eyes roamed back and forth over the blacksmith who was hammering the hammer for a long time, and finally looked behind him.
He waved his hand: "Go and close the door, be alert, let's search this place."
"Duan Cong will lead the inspection, and I will be responsible for communicating with the blacksmith to see if I can get anything out." He stepped forward, and then walked in front of the blacksmith as several players dispersed around him:
"Hey, you - ahem, Mr. Blacksmith, how can I help you?"
The hammer struck like a stable pendulum, falling on the anvil in front of the blacksmith again and again in the red reflection of the furnace behind the white-bearded naked blacksmith. A crooked piece of red iron was also here at this time.
The blacksmith's hammer kept deforming alternately, gradually forming the shape of a weird and crooked metal bar. After staring at this iron lump that was neither a weapon nor armor for a long time, Sergeant Balala also
He began to lose his patience little by little, and his attempt to raise his hand to pull out his weapon was interrupted by several consecutive sounds from around the hall, accompanied by teammates who had previously scattered and ran back in a hurry.
Footsteps: "Captain! Someone is coming from outside!"
"They're going very fast! They'll be there soon—"
The sound of the door being pushed open again put an end to the actions of these players and their low voices, which had not yet formed a formation. A figure from outside the door was instantly reflected in the dark sky and manic air.
In the intertwined background, a cold arrow from Sergeant Balala's team suddenly shot in the direction of the figure, and then was blown away by a faster black shadow that suddenly appeared diagonally below.
Come: "What? When did there be an extra person there?"
"who!"
The shouting sound from the door then echoed above the entire hall, and a snow-colored spear suddenly appeared after the figure and pierced towards the camp where the Sanqinghui was. They had no time to react and had to put their
They lost their respective defensive postures, and the raised shields and flashing protective shields lost their original function and effect under the indomitable white gun attack: "Advance the sprint!"
"Is it my imagination? Your spear skills seem to be getting better and better."
The praise of the man represented by the figure rang out from the door behind him, and at the same time, the image of the gray-robed magician named Linyuan Duanshui became clear: "One gun pierced the defense of two people——
Did you secretly train in the past?"
"Don't make such unnecessary speculations."
The tip of the spear drew a dazzling trajectory in the dim light, and in an instant all the struggling figures in the field who were still rolling and resisting were lifted into the air: "I'm not like you.
Still need more actual combat time to adapt to the use of long gun weapons."
"A gun is nothing more than stabbing, hitting, smearing, picking, etc. If you really want to compare it carefully, its use is much simpler than that of a sword." There was a light of magic between his hands, and the gray robe
The magician's originally smiling expression was then hidden under the dazzling rising flames: "Then now -"
"How did you end up here?"
The roaring flame wave then sounded after the white-haired woman's confusing gun shadow, wrapping up the players who had not yet climbed up from the ground. The intertwined orange-red light also set off amidst the squeezing and entanglement of each other.
The scorching waves of air amplified his questioning voice as he was sent forward: "Don't tell me that I came here to fish in troubled waters."
"It turns out to be you!"
The suddenly brightened hall illuminated Duan Qing's face particularly clearly, and also made clear the roar of Sergeant Balala who retreated to the rear: "You actually ran here too!"
"It doesn't look like they came here deliberately to set up an ambush."
Duan Qing raised his hands and looked at the furious face of the other party. Duan Qing, who continued to cast spells, smiled and shook his head: "Although I think there is no chance of winning even if we ambush you, but since it is a coincidence, I can only blame your luck.
alright."
"You are the one who is unlucky!"
Before Duan Qing could finish his words, the short and fat warrior in white armor named Yuan Cong Tianzun had already come to kill him from the corner of the hall. Without caring about the life and death of his teammates, he also threw away the last shield he used to block his words.
The corpse struck by flames screamed and struck the two short axes in his hands in front of Duan Qing: "I will teach you a lesson today. Don't just use any guidance skills in front of the berserker - eh."
"Of course I know."
A tiny starlight flashed across the neck of the armor-clad warrior, interrupting his words along with his movements. With a whooshing sound in his mouth, he then turned his powerless head to the side with difficulty.
, unable to find any figure, Duan Qing's final low-pitched sneer came from the side of his consciousness: "So there will be people protecting me by my side."
The heavy sound of falling to the ground then carried the player's last thoughts to the distance, and together with the disappearance of the surrounding endless flames and the emergence of the figure of Ningyu Ninglan, they slowly disappeared. In an instant, only one person was left in the Sanqing Huiyang.
Then the incompetent fury of Sergeant Balala echoed, and the last attack he wanted to make was easily deflected back by Xue Ling Huan Bing's spear: "Get out of here, I don't want my weapon to be contaminated by you.
of blood."
"Huh, huh heh heh, hahahahahaha!"
Half-kneeling in the center of the hall, the fat warrior raised his head with an expression of resentment on his face: "You will regret it! You will definitely regret it!"
"You will regret not killing me immediately!"
He roared, and his violent body suddenly turned behind him. The sword in his hand then turned around and stabbed the blacksmith: "Want to do a hidden mission? Don't even think about it -"
boom.
Duan Qing couldn't help but cover his face with a bitter laugh. The player's long sword and his fat body running quickly were pressed to the ground by the blacksmith's big hand for an instant. The long sword that seemed to be glowing with magic seemed to be also
It did not leave any mark when it came into contact with the thick muscled arm. Instead, it was smashed into the human-shaped pit on the ground together with Sergeant Balala's body. As if he was not aware of the bloody and fleshy body under his hand.
Not satisfied with the "work", the blacksmith with white hair and beard showed a trace of disgust on his originally unchanging stone face. He used one hand to easily throw the human-shaped piece of flesh that he had pressed into the ground into the stove behind him.
Inside, he then washed his blood-stained arms with a bucket of cold water on the side: "...you are here."
"Uh...you knew we were coming?"
Pointing to his own face, Xue Ling Huan Bing lowered his spear and asked involuntarily: "How do you know -"
"A man came over and told me something."
As if he understood what the questions were in the minds of the people standing in front of him, the blacksmith, who still spoke concisely, replied without raising his head: "You need my work, right?"
"To be precise, it's the design drawing of your work." Duan Qing stepped forward to stop Xue Ling Huan Bing from asking any more questions. Duan Qing shook his head and then replied politely: "If that's okay,
, I would like to thank the master in advance."
"When I first made these things, I never thought they could be used in such a way."
The bucket mixed with iron slag and high temperature seemed to have no effect on the scarred arms. After washing his hands, the blacksmith wiped them casually on the rag pants around his waist: "But whatever, this may be fate's arrangement.
."
"Take it." He reached back and took out a sheepskin scroll that had been dug out of an old box: "Since you are an alchemist, I guess you don't need me to teach you."
"and this."
In the sight of the white-haired woman reaching out to take the sheepskin scroll, the blacksmith's other hand had already held the quenching iron tongs and threw them into the previous bucket, making a sizzling sound and a large amount of steam rising.
Then Duan Qing and others couldn't help but reach out to cover their faces. After a while, they showed the strange metal strip that gradually emerged from the white air in front of their eyes: "Take this away too.
."
"You will definitely need it."
This chapter has been completed!