"Why did you choose that kind of skill? ---What's the use of that thing?" Husky asked with a frown. He had almost forgotten the previous explanation of combat skills.
"It's just to enhance concentration, meow." Hal muttered helplessly: "I need it, meow. When I run at high speed, I need stronger concentration to accurately control the dodge direction, meow."
"Wise decision." Arthur introduced like a salesman: "Although the benefits of having strong concentration are not as obvious as other combat skills, it is very useful at critical moments. You will find that you can stab with precision with your sword.
The weaknesses of the monsters, rather than swinging the sword wildly.---It may be too early to say this now. You can experience it yourself in battle in the future."
"Yeah!" Hal said with a smile, wagging his tail.
"Huh---" made Husky want to learn that combat skill too. In fact, he wanted to learn all the remaining three combat skills. He wanted both the instantaneous burst of speed and the ability to save his life.
Strong self-healing ability, but also want precise movements.
He sighed, and finally clicked [Enhanced Self-Healing]. He is in the form of strength, and is responsible for fighting enemies at the front with a big sword. Damage is inevitable, so he should give priority to saving his life.
The speed is compensated by Hal, who can rescue Husky at critical moments;
As for accuracy, it seems that it is not that important in the face of the terrifying lethality of that big sword. Regardless of whether the cut is accurate or not, the outcome is the same: it will smash the monsters' heads!
The combat skills part has been dealt with. Hal stood up, blushing and said: "Next... let's get some clothes first, meow."
"Oh, right ---" Huskey also blushed. They didn't wear any armor, they just ran around in their pants all day long (a day in the game world). Although it was quite comfortable, but
Something always feels wrong.
They went to the NPC merchants and returned the twenty iron ores that the blacksmith asked for. There seemed to be two ores left in the inventory.
They then sold the Thunder Lizard's meat and scales and received ten gold coins.
For five gold coins each, two teenagers casually sold a set of common clothes.
"This, is this enough, meow?" After Hal put on the coarse clothes, he felt less embarrassed, but he still felt unsure: "Don't you need better equipment, meow?"
"We can't wear them anyway." Husky looked at the thick and heavy armors in the merchant's inventory in a daze.
"By the way, what did we get from that scorpion?" Hal looked at the new props on the second page of the prop list: "The carapace of the East African giant scorpion, the sting of the East African giant scorpion...the giant crab claws."
..They are all very strange things, meow."
(And the cat didn’t even lose any pieces of meat. Well, insects have juice in their shells and almost no meat.)
"Can the stings of these scorpions... be processed into weapons?" Husky couldn't help but wonder.
"The shell of a bug?" The blacksmith uncle stopped what he was doing: "That kind of thing is as brittle as glass and can be damaged easily. Even if it is processed into a weapon, it won't be durable."
Little Hal muttered in dissatisfaction: "But the scorpion we fought with is as hard as steel."
"Because it is still a living creature, and there are photons flowing in its body." Arthur had already walked over slowly, and he added as if to join in the fun: "The hardness and flexibility of a biological body strengthened by photons will increase a lot. But.
It is dead now, and its body may not have the same activity as before."
Husky took out a large scorpion's spike from the toolbar and looked at it. The thing was one foot long, pointed and sharp, and it was basically made of calcium and was surprisingly light.
This thing is really weak when used against monsters with hard scales and hard shells. It will break before it penetrates the scales and shells of the monsters.
However, it is extremely effective when used against monsters with soft flesh, and can easily tear skin and slit muscles.
If you make it into a bayonet or a spear, it will be a very lethal weapon.
But this weapon may not be very easy to use. The situations it can deal with are too single.
"Well, a simple scorpion sting may easily damage meow. But what if you can enchant it with magic?" Hal still didn't give up and continued to ask.
"Don't look for me about that." The blacksmith seemed unwilling to pay attention to the two teenagers, and turned back to bang the newly-baked iron tools: "I am only responsible for forging basic weapons, and enchanting weapons is not my job. You guys
Go find the witch yourself."
"Mo, witch?" Husky frowned again. This game seemed to be getting deeper and deeper.
"Cough cough ---" A new NPC appeared in the distance. She coughed dryly, attracting the attention of the two teenagers.
Hal saw something from the NPC who was wearing a mysterious dark red robe and a hood covering most of his face.
"Hey---isn't this Mommy?" the leopard boy exclaimed.
That's right, that [Witch] looks exactly like Vivian!
"Uncle Arthur!" Hal glared at the King of Knights.
"Ahem." King Arthur looked away sheepishly: "You know. Many characters in this game are borrowed from the real world. So------"
"So you stole my mother's appearance and put her in the game as a witch NPC character, meow?!" The leopard man boy was angry: "Why do you say my mother is a witch, meow! How good or bad is Uncle Arthur?"
Meow!"
The King of Knights' eyes wandered to the sky: "No, this is what Vivian said she wanted - and she is indeed a witch, in every sense..."
"Uncle Arthur!!"
"Ah hahahahaha, don't be angry, this is just a game." Arthur smiled apologetically: "Go and talk to your mother --- oh no, witch ---. If you want to make something better
As for weapons."
Hal and Husky walked over to contact the witch NPC in confusion. As soon as the leopard boy came up, he asked: "Mom! What time will you go home tonight, meow?"
Unexpectedly, the witch stared at the leopard boy with a stern expression: "Who is your mother? Don't scream so affectionately."
"No---!" Hal lost his strength and fell to his knees in an instant, suffering a big blow: "Mom doesn't even recognize me, meow!"
"It's weird to recognize her. This is a character in the game. Your mommy is completely different from her in reality." Huskey said from the side. His words seemed to be comforting the other person, but in fact they were
Laughing at the leopard boy.
"Stop talking nonsense. You want to enchant the weapons, right? Take out the things."
"Uh..." Husky gingerly took out the scorpion's needle. He always felt that the aura of the witch in front of him, as well as her noble and cold expression, were almost the same as Aunt Vivian in reality.
..a bit scary.
"Huh, insect carapace? It's not an ideal material for making a weapon." The witch took the big needle in her hand and looked at it: "There are at least three enchantments that need to be added: [enhanced hardness], [enhanced flexibility]
, and [increase sharpness]. Without these, this thing would not even have the value to be wielded as a weapon."
A huge drop of sweat emerged from the forehead of the Leopard Man boy: "Really, is it really that bad, meow?"
They originally thought that the material could be used to make good weapons.
"Haha---this is the price list of enchantments. Choose for yourself." The witch unfolded a price list of more than 300 items in front of the two teenagers.
They range from the most basic [Enhance Hardness] enchantment to the most complex [Add Cold Damage].
"You can also add attributes to the weapons. It's so awesome------Pfft!!" One second, Huskey was still praising him. The next second, when he saw the quotations for those enchantments, he almost vomited blood.
Got it!
The cheapest [enhanced hardness] enchantment costs one thousand gold coins.
The most expensive enchantments that add heat, freezing, and lightning properties cost astronomical six figures!
Isn't it just enchanting the weapon? Is it necessary to make it so expensive?
Husky looked at the witch with hostility. The image of the black-hearted businessman in this game has once again reached a lower limit!
"You think that's too expensive, don't you?" The witch said disapprovingly: "But you should know that these enchantments actually need to hunt a large number of photon creatures and obtain special [materials] from them in order to successfully provide you with
That ridiculous weapon is possessed by a demon. Things are rare and valuable, you know, you brat!"
Hal cried even harder: "What a black-hearted meow! This is not my mother, meow!"
(But this is indeed not your mother...)
Husky was worried again. Their current military funds were only a few dozen gold coins, and if they sold those sundries, it would probably not exceed a hundred gold coins. It was really difficult to make better weapons.
"Do you know?" The witch continued: "If you can't afford the money, there is a compromise. I will give you a list, and you can hunt down the corresponding monsters and collect the materials needed for enchantment.
In this way, I can help you enchant at the best price: you provide the materials yourself, and I only charge labor fees."
The two teenagers looked at each other: After all, they still have to hunt monsters.
"Okay, okay." Huskey sighed and accepted the task: "We need the three enchantments of [enhanced hardness], [enhanced flexibility], and [enhanced sharpness].
Give us the list of monsters you killed. ---By the way, how much discount can you give us?"
"This is a trade secret." The witch sneered viciously and put a list into the inventory of the two teenagers: "There are a lot of monsters to hunt. Just work hard, boys!"
Arthur scratched his head and walked over: "Look what good things you have done. How can you take on the witch's mission at your current level? It's too dangerous!"
"But---!" Husky really wanted to get a handy weapon.
In this game, attack is far more important than defense. They can "run naked" without wearing armor, but they can't do without a good weapon. How can they compete with those terrifying monsters with a scrap of metal in their hands?
?
"Oh---forget it." Arthur sighed: "We won't mention this now. We've had enough fun today, right? It's time to log out of the game and go have dinner."