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Chapter 225

On the huge furnace, on the platform corridor for people to walk, Simba is leading his apprentices, explaining how to use the entire furnace while walking.

Behind them, there were hundreds of goblin goblins and kobolds with green letters on their heads.

"This is the feed inlet. All metal raw materials must go in from here. After melting into metal solution, they enter the operating table through the front channels. Below is the operating table, where some basic molds can be placed. In addition to these differences, other

It’s pretty much what I taught you, and by the way, there’s one more thing: the fire in the melting pot is never allowed to go out!”

Simba's voice echoed throughout the industrial area.

Below the industrial area, Arthur, wearing black armor, was carrying a piece of material. After the completion of the large furnace in the industrial area, in addition to the blacksmith shop, carpenter house, and other areas such as the magic engineering area, all

In addition to entering, there are also some materials that can be used in these life and occupations.

Special warehouses have been opened in the industrial zone to store these materials, and players naturally act as porters.

Even top wealthy players like Arthur must do these daily tasks.

"Arthur."

A goblin carrying a short bow and a long bow walked towards Arthur, with the words [Sylvanas] on his head:

"After you finish this task, how long does it take for you to complete this task? Do you want my help?"

"No, didn't you chop down the tree?" Arthur put the materials in his hands into the warehouse and looked at Sylvanas.

"After cutting down a few trees, I couldn't cut them anymore. It's too hard on my brain. I'm not a hemp rope engineer, so I just enjoy writing questions." Sylvanas mentioned the hemp rope engineer, and then said angrily:

"This is a crappy game. The Paladin profession that comes out is so abnormal that it affects the balance. That hemp rope engineer doesn't do anything. He ranks first in the server just by his ability to solve problems. He can't even beat you.

It's too much for him."

While Sylvanas was complaining, a kobold came from behind with the words "hoeing" above his head:

"It's only a few minutes. And for a game as positive and full of positive energy as "Dungeon", it's understandable that you can gain powerful power through learning."

"I'm convinced. In other games, money can make you stronger. Only by learning from this game can you become stronger."

Sylvanas rolled her eyes, and Arthur had completed the task after carrying the materials. After he handed over all the tasks, he said to Hoe He and Sylvanas:

"Let's go and clear the copy."

"I'm going to call Umekawa Kuko and Chest Hair!"

Hoe He turned around and was about to call someone, but Arthur stopped him:

"No need to yell at Chest Hair. He has a new store opening at home today and he is going to cut the ribbon. I have found someone else."

"Who is it?" Sylvanas suddenly became alert.

"Grab the root treasure."

…………

Moros also worked very hard today.

A lot of big things have happened in the Eternal Kingdom dungeon recently. Unknowingly, those greenskins who always claimed to be the "Destined Sons of the Saviors of the Warrior Underworld" seemed to have really saved them from the ancient god army.

to Winterfell.

Moros only heard about this matter later. He was initially skeptical. How could Winterfell's tight defense be captured by the Legion of Ancient Gods? It is undeniable that these green skins with the ability to resurrect are very powerful, but

Winterfell was captured, but Moros still didn't believe it.

Later, when he received a letter from his wife, he realized that these greenskins and the magical engineer Yoda were not bragging.

Because the portal was damaged, he couldn't go back to visit his wife right away. Sherlock generously offered to send him back to visit his family in an airship, but Moros sternly refused on the spot, saying that he had to work for Xia.

Lord Locke must be loyal and responsible!

That's why he wasn't sent home.

But just when Moros was lamenting that his disciples had become the heroes who saved Winterfell, and how he should brag in various ways after he returned, he overheard the chat conversation of several greenskins who were training.

.

"Did you see it on the bulletin board just now? A new trainer is coming in soon!"

"Damn it, a new NPC has been added?"

"Yes, it seems to be a combat trainer responsible for a higher level."

A higher level? Moros raised his eyebrows. It seems that Lord Sherlock has underestimated my ability.

"Everyone rests."

Moros said to the players in front of him, and then headed towards the Lord's Hall.

When Moros came to the Lord's Hall, there was already a group of people outside, looking at the bulletin board outside the Lord's Hall.

When everyone saw Moros coming, they all gave way to their seats. Such respect made Moros very happy, and he saw the bulletin board saying:

[Warmly welcome Mr. [Blackhand] of Winterfell, who takes up the position of senior trainer of the dungeon in the Eternal Kingdom]

"Mr. [Blackhand]: A posture fighting master from Winterfell. He is good at fencing, free fighting, magic, shield bash and other dozens of combat skills. He was once awarded the title of the most terrifying creature in Winterfell and one of the three demons of Winterfell.

, because in a certain street fight, he bit off the calves of dozens of people alive, which even left a demon with a lifelong shadow. Because of this, he spent an ordinary life in Winterfell Prison.

The above is from Mr. [Blackhand]’s self-report.

Let us warmly welcome Mr. [Black Hand] with the hottest enthusiasm and fullest spirit!"

After reading all the content, Moros had a "no more than that" expression on his face, but in his heart he was thinking about why this gangster's name was so familiar.

But Moros no longer cares about these things. This guy called Black Hand has already affected Moros's status. Moros decided to fight for himself.

He walked to the door of the lord's hall, knocked on the door, and heard the sound of moving inside. Then the door opened, and it was Goudan who opened the door.

"Ah, it's not the trainer you mentioned, it's Moros. Is Moros the black hand?"

Goudan, who had glasses on his nose and a black briefcase in his hand, dressed like a secretary, looked back at Sherlock and asked.

Goudan stepped aside and Moros walked in.

Sherlock was not surprised to see Moros. He sat behind the boss's desk and looked at Moros. After Moros came in, he asked:

"Lord Sherlock..."

"Don't ask yet, I know what you want to ask." But Arthur had already stopped Moros who was about to speak, and continued:

"[Black Hand] is a high-level combat trainer that I hired with a lot of money. He was only in our dungeon for a short time and was responsible for some assault training. And you, Moros, are a top-level combat trainer that I value very much. You are

Having been responsible for teaching combat in the dungeon for a long time, the two of you must be at different levels."

Sherlock said, taking out a nest made of licorice, a small yellow-skinned duck and a lot of earthworms from under the table:

"Look, I have prepared these things for the new [Black Hand], but you are different, Moros, don't think too much and go back to work hard. The Eternal Kingdom Dungeon will always need you."

Moros shouted five words, and then he was so excited by Sherlock's words that his worries just disappeared and he was pushed out by Sherlock.

But as soon as Moros opened the door, he saw a big white goose walking over. There was a player on the side who wanted to get closer, but the big white goose used lightning speed to cover his ears, stretched out its mouth, and could even see

After the afterimage, the player lay on his back and fell to the ground.

The big white goose walked towards Moros swaying left and right. His eyes were sharp. Just by seeing the mouth of the big white goose, Moros already felt fear from the depths of his soul. He trembled and stepped aside.

.

And deep in his memory, he finally recalled the origin of this [Black Hand].

That terrifying, terrifying man who cannot even be named, the most ferocious, powerful, and terrifying creature in Winterfell, and one of the three bullies, the great white goose Blackhand.

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