At the edge of the cold island.

More than thirty figures were holding ore hoes in their hands and digging hard, and dozens of figures were transporting ore back and forth next to them.

After these ores are transported to the ironware shop, they will be smelted and purified immediately to separate tungsten iron and black gold from them.

"Huh, what is that?"

Just filled with a basket of tungsten ore, Ji Lu was about to go back, but when she looked up, she saw a huge black shadow floating in the void in the distance.

"What? Why is it so big? Is it also an island?"

"No, how could there be such a big island!"

...

As the crowd talked, everyone's faces became ugly. They knew that every once in a while, foreign races would invade.

If defeated, everyone will die and may become the other party's rations.

Seeing that everyone's emotions became increasingly unstable, Xiao Han quickly scolded loudly, "What are you quarreling? What are you afraid of?"

"We have city walls, arrow towers, divine arm crossbows, and so many soldiers who defend the village, what are you afraid of?"

"Dig quickly. Only by digging enough high-level ore can we create high-quality armor and weapons for our soldiers. Only in this way can they better protect you."

"What the adults said makes sense, hurry up and mine."

"That's right, we have such a high city wall, what are we afraid of!"

With the continuous comfort, the panicked crowd gradually calmed down. Although there was still a little fear on his face, it had improved a lot and they all started to work again.

After comforting everyone, Xiao Han stared at the shadow in the distance with a ugly expression: "As such a big island, my luck will not be so bad, right!"

There are nine hours left to collide. Logically speaking, you can't see the other person at this time.

But he saw it.

"Zombie Island, Skull Island, Zombie Island?" Xiao Han's face was gloomy and guessed.

No matter which island it is, it is a life-and-death disaster for the Cold Island.

Generally speaking, these three types of islands have a high chance of staying at the novice village until the birth of spiritual wisdom.

However, there are a few exceptions. The stone tablets on the island will be broken inadvertently, which will also lead to the promotion of the island.

Such an island looks level 3 on the surface, but in fact it may be level 4 or even level 5. It is just that the zombies, skeletons, or zombies on the island have not been promoted to the fifth level of the mortal level and have not given birth to spiritual intelligence.

"No matter whether it is, I have to make the worst plan." After glanced at the shadow in the distance again, Xiao Han turned around and ran towards the village.

After becoming a third-grade warrior, both speed and strength have been greatly improved compared to before.

In less than ten minutes, he returned to his wooden house, sat in front of the stone tablet, raised his hand and knocked on it: "Hurry up, lend me all your divine arm crossbow and green steel crossbow arrows."

In less than two minutes, Lu Yiming's message appeared on the screen: "What's wrong, what happened?"

A few days ago, Xiao Han thought Lu Yiming was very lucky, but now it seems that he was even worse. He laughed at himself and continued to reply: "My island will collide with other islands today, and you may encounter the Necromancer."

"If you can't get through this level, you probably won't be able to pay back the borrowed things."

Tens of thousands of kilometers away, Lu Yiming was stunned, looking at the text on the screen in disbelief, and asked hurriedly: "Brother, you are lying to me, this kind of joke is not funny at all."

But then, another unclear picture appeared on the screen, with a huge island in the middle.

"How could this happen? Such a large island, if all the stone tablets are broken, you can be promoted to level 5!"

Looking at the picture on the screen with a pale face, Lu Yiming understood at this moment what Xiao Han would encounter next?

"What should I do?" he frowned and thought.

But this was almost an unsolvable situation. He couldn't think of any solution. He frowned and clicked on the transaction, putting all three divine arm crossbows on the arrow tower in, and there were nearly a hundred crossbow arrows.

And on the six-star formation belonging to Xiao Han, a rectangular iron block appeared.

"This is a black iron mold, which is used to create twisted bowstrings. I only have this one, so I will give it to you now!"

The transaction was completed, Lu Yiming sighed.

With this mold, he can create two twisted bowstrings every day. If he buys another second-level blacksmith, he should be able to make a cross of the divine arm crossbow in five days.

But even so, he may not be able to survive the next collision.

Blacksmiths use it to build divine arm crossbows, so there is no way to build crossbow arrows. The divine arm crossbow without crossbow arrows is even worse than a steel knife.

"What should I do, how should I help him?" Frowning and thinking.

Now his village has been ruined. Some of it has just been built these days and there are no resources for exchange in his hands, otherwise he can buy some urgently needed things for him.

"No, I still have something to sell!" Looking at the black iron mold in my hand, Lu Yiming's eyes lit up.

The molds are definitely not sold, but the drawings of the divine arm crossbow he gave him by Xiao Han can be sold!

And these days, he has sold eight divine arm crossbows. If he uses these drawings to exchange divine arm crossbows, they must be willing!

Also, there are blacksmiths in each of their villages. I can spend some money and ask them to build crossbow arrows!

As soon as his eyes lit up, Lu Yiming immediately became excited and began to contact his fellow villagers from the Gamma Galaxy.

At the same time, Xiao Han assembled the divine arm crossbow sent by Lu Yiming to the arrow tower, turned around and walked towards the blacksmith shop.

With ten hours left, several blacksmiths can work together to create another divine arm crossbow, and there will be twelve ones.

In the past few days, Feng Yonghe has created eleven sets of fish scale armor of the third grade of the mortal level. After Godo changed the fine iron armor, he also created seven sets of fish scale armor.

Now Han Island has twenty-eight sets of armor of the third grade of the mortal level, and one set of exquisite iron armor of the fourth grade of the mortal level that is customized for Kuishan.

The only regret is that there are only ten fish-scale knives of the third-grade rank now, and they cannot be equipped with every soldier.

"Forget the armor, there are still ten hours left. Let Godo and Feng Yongduo build a few third-grade weapons!" While thinking, Xiao Han quickly walked towards the iron shop.

The only thing he can do now is to do everything he can to increase Han Island's chances of winning.

In fact, even if he encountered a necromancer island this time, he didn't have any chance at all.

The power of these islands is that they are large in number, which may be ten times or dozens of times the population of Han Island, but they are not completely without weaknesses.

Without the birth of spiritual intelligence, it means that the attack will be messy and will rush over.

In the past, they could crush their opponents by their number advantage, but he was different. With a city wall of ten meters high, it would be impossible for those things to attack in a short period of time.

The other is the crossbow arrows prepared in the warehouse, which are basically of the second grade of the mortal level. The number has reached 3,000, and all the iron ore stocks have been used up.

"Hmph, what about the islands of the Necromancer? As long as you kill all of you, everything will be fine."
Chapter completed!