"I disagree!"
Iron Felt is a gray dwarf who has just won the title of 'Master'. To be precise, it was only yesterday that he passed the trial assessment of the Lava City Craftsman Association.
As a craftsman who has been stuck at the Gold Emblem level for more than 30 years, this is not the first time he has participated in the "Master Hammer Trial" of the Craftsman Association, but every time he is too difficult because of the difficulty of the exam questions and the limitation of talent, the iron felt Until yesterday, it could only stop at the Golden Emblem.
However, yesterday's master hammer test was unexpectedly simple, and it felt similar to the difficulty of the exam questions he challenged when he was promoted from the silver emblem to the gold emblem.
Originally, he was still wondering about this, but the dwarf's naturally bold and rough spirit made him too lazy to pursue this point. He just had a night of drinking and revelry with his family members who were happy for his achievements.
As a result, when he was still drunk today and his head was hurting badly from the hangover, two people from the Craftsman's Association came and handed him a beautifully decorated letter.
Dear Mr. Iron Felt Slag:
According to the oracle of Stover obtained yesterday by Master Master, we are pleased to inform you that you have been selected to represent our 'Artisan Association' to go to the Frogman Village in the Gray Fjord of the Silver Eagle Principality of the Valla Empire on the ground. , the resident mission master craftsman of the Aid Association ally 'Game God Church'.
Please pack your bags and leave Lava City before today, and arrive at the designated place as soon as possible.
Sincerely, "The Furnace Keeper" of the Craftsman Guild
The content of this letter immediately made Iron Felt frowned, and said with a big tongue: "You, you are looking for a master craftsman, what does it have to do with me, a gold emblem craftsman?"
The two of them didn't speak, they just looked at Iron Felt's chest.
And Iron Felt also subconsciously looked at his chest. The black scarf with golden hammer patterns, which represented the status of a master craftsman, was shining brightly on his chest.
"Ou Fuck." Immediately, most of Tie Zhuan's wine sobered up, and the memory of yesterday returned to his somewhat muddled mind.
No wonder the exam questions for promotion yesterday were so simple, no wonder the shovel with connections in the association didn’t come to take the exam yesterday, so you’ve already made up your mind to throw me out as a scapegoat!
For most people in the Artisan Guild, compared to forging weapons in human or other sub-human society, it is far less comfortable to stay in Lava City and rely on the heat of lava to forge various things.
Therefore, unless it is a relatively big event such as receiving an oracle, the gray dwarves seldom leave their residences.
The same is true of iron felt.
"Shovel, you plot against me! Shovel!"
It's a pity that the matter has come to this point, even complaining can't save everything, and Iron Felt can only choose to obey the arrangement of the association.
As a child who was only 123 years old, it was the first time he had left Lava City. His parents couldn't help but shed tears of worry, and Tie Zhuan himself was very disturbed, but he still tried his best to pretend to be mature. He comforted his parents, and then resolutely left Lava City.
Before leaving the city, Iron Felt asked the stove guards of the association how long this so-called 'resident' was.
"It's about twenty years old. It's not like you don't know about human beings. They are capricious and short-lived. You can come back in at most twenty years." Putting it down, he comforted Iron Felt: "Just treat it as a trip with your pet."
"My Yaya is much cuter than human beings." Iron Felt stroked his shaggy beard to prevent it from being sprayed by flying sparks, and at the same time complained dissatisfiedly: "After it eats iron ore, it can produce good food." Iron ingots, can those little bastards of human beings do it!"
"Hey, I didn't expect you to be a big dog. Iron-eating beasts are something that ordinary people can't afford." The furnace guard said with some surprise: "I saw one when I was traveling on the ground before. It's just a pity that the food on the ground is not good, that guy is so hungry that he gnaws bamboo..."
"Uncle, have you ever traveled on earth before?"
Iron Felt looked at the slow-moving furnace keeper in surprise.
"Of course, I used to be a professional adventurer, until I got an arrow in the knee." The other party sighed, and then he pointed the way to Iron Felt: "If you go to the Northland, turn left at the end of No. 7 mine road. , the portal there can directly take you to the vicinity of the destination, about 20 grams of 80% pure sparkling crystals are needed to activate it, and the astrologer said that it is the Slime Moon recently, and the slimes in the mine are proliferating in large numbers, you Better be careful...”
"It's just a slime. The 'Iron Felt's Excellent Lava Hammer' in my hand is not a vegetarian!" Iron Felt confidently waved the hammer he forged, dismissing the so-called slime.
"Your boy's naming level is a bit subtle..." The furnace guard who was shot in the knee saw the majestic appearance of the iron blanket, and felt that he really didn't have to worry. For some reason, those slimes seem to prefer to attack female creatures. If it weren't for the fact that slimes reproduce individuals by splitting, the association would have thought that slimes were looking for a breeding ground...
In a sense, Lava City is also an underground city. If you want to go to the ground, except for a few tens of kilometers long and fixed exits leading to somewhere on the ground, you can only go through the portal.
Fortunately, although the dwarves are average in magic, they have a lot of experience in building portals. In addition, the dungeon can produce a large number of shining crystals that can be used as energy to activate the portal. The practicality and popularization of portals have spread throughout most of the dwarven kingdoms as a regular means of transportation today...
"Finally we're going back to Grayfjord..." Jem walked feebly in the dense forest. The air could already smell a faint smell of tide water, and the greater humidity made it feel colder and biting compared to other places. , even if the player can adjust their pain, but when the hands and feet are frozen, there will still be a feeling of disobedience.
"Could it be that the event was over when we arrived at Frogman Village?" Tang Rui, who was nibbling on wheat cakes behind him, tore off a small piece of cake from time to time and threw it to the big dog Kepais at his feet.
"The last evil bone activity lasted for seven days, and it's only been three days now, so it shouldn't be over yet..." Jem deduced.
The big dog Kepais suddenly pricked up his ears and barked loudly to the right of the two.
"Jem, it's a slime! What a big slime!" Tang Rui shouted excitedly.
"Don't worry about that kind of thing, the most important thing now is to move." Jem's expression became even weaker.
"But," Tang Rui scratched his head, "it seems that a dwarf drowned in the slime..."
Jem:? ?