010 An Episode in the Long Forging Process

In fact, in addition to superb skills, forging also requires a lot of patience and a strong enough body.

Otherwise, the blacksmith who would fall during this ordeal would have no need to expect any results.

But for Burquesso, forging is just like playing. Like the ongoing material refining, it can be said to be a kind of relaxation?

"The fifteenth piece of metal."

Bulcaisuo silently counted the pieces of metal he had refined.

According to his estimates, the heavy weapon called "Bulkeso's Blood of the Warriors" would require about thirty pieces of metal material.

As for the materials that add magical power, it's not yet time to add them.

After all, forging is never something that can be completed in a short time, and the target of the forging this time is the weapon he wants to use, so he has to prepare more carefully.

The sky gradually darkened during the forging process, and the Supreme Mage did not know when he left this small blacksmith shop.

Maybe she was busy again.

"Guardian of the World? What a great title." Bulkiso said with a mocking tone.

Bulcaisuo also had a similar name, but when facing death, no matter how great and strong he is, he will appear very powerless.

Perhaps the dead can have a chance to defeat death, but Bulkesso has no idea of ​​verifying this.

The food on the table has cooled down. Although it is in a high temperature environment, there is still some heat in it.

But for food like meat and vegetables sandwiched between bread, there is never any particular emphasis on taste.

And the barbarians are not a group that pursues the ultimate delicious food. For them, as long as they can fill their stomachs, it is enough.

With a sound of "Clang!", someone opened the door of Bulcasso's blacksmith shop in an almost brutal way. ,

A dark-skinned guy wearing a jacket swaggered in.

"What do you need?"

Bulcasso held the sandwich in his thick palms, making the food look very petite.

As for the way the door was opened, Bulkesso didn't care.

When he was still a recruit, he had to use collision methods to open the strong and heavy wooden doors on the Holy Mountain of Harrogas.

For Bulkesso, breaking the door to enter the room is the most common situation, because most of the time there is only a large group of demons waiting behind the door.

Who cares what the devil thinks? Opening the door politely is even more of a joke.

It was really hard for him to feel disturbed by something like just kicking in the door.

"Barbarian's Hammer? What's the name? Do you have permission to open a shop here?"

This guy spoke in that arrogant tone, and he didn't look like a strong man at all, no matter which world he was in.

This guy was obviously not a guest, Bulcasso had figured it out.

Bulcaisu stood up and was more than two meters tall. His bare arms and muscular muscles covered with scars fell into this guy's eyes.

"So, you're here to cause trouble."

Burcasso stuffed the last bit of food into his mouth, clapped his hands in fear and walked towards this rampant guy.

Since he entered the battlefield, he has never seen anyone dare to challenge him.

Even those hell demons will respect the brave. Being provoked is really a novel experience for him.

When Bulcaisuo's strong, inhuman body walked towards the guy, the guy had already begun to tremble.

This gangster might be a member of some gang, and he might even have a few lives in his hands.

But that experience was not enough to make him fearless when facing the barbarian king, even if he took out his pistol.

"Stop!"

The gangster said with a trembling voice. The pistol was held in his hand like a fire stick. In his panic, he even forgot to turn on the safety.

Looking at Bulkesso, who was two heads taller than him, and his body covered with scars, the gangster began to regret why he didn't observe the situation inside first before uttering evil words.

"Are these firearms? I know about them and am a little curious, but you picked up a weapon and pointed it at me. It cannot be explained by simple provocation."

Taking up arms and facing the barbarians was a declaration of battle.

No matter how weak the opponent is, the barbarian will face this battle squarely.

But whether the barbarians will use all their strength is another matter.

Just like humans in this world would not pick up a gun just to kill an ant everywhere.

A barbarian will not kill a weakling who can't even scratch his oily skin while fully armed.

"Then go to Malthael and repent!"

Bulcaisel had no interest in the gangster's purpose, nor did he care about the so-called "trouble" that might arise.

In his eyes, the Supreme Mage, the guardian of this world, is just a slightly capable mage, so there is no one in this world who can defeat him.

That big, thick hand waved at the gangster's head, as if it were driving away those noisy flying insects.

Although the barbarians are masters of using weapons, they are definitely not as good as the monks who specialize in boxing in bare-handed fighting, but this guy is just a weakling who can't even defeat a zombie, so this is enough.

Bul-Kathos's hand fell on the round head, and there was a muffled sound like a watermelon bursting.

A headless head fell to the ground, and blood spread.

"I'm not good at cleaning, this is a bit troublesome."

Bul-Kathos looked at the messy ground and had a headache.

If it were on the Holy Mountain of Harrogath, the land would embrace the corpse and then turn it into a natural force to return to this world.

But now, he could only lift the back collar of the corpse and throw it into the still burning furnace.

The flames ignited the grease, making a crackling sound, and along with it, there was a kind of stench that affected the soul.

"Well, this tastes a bit like the bastards of hell."

Bul-Kathos bit his tongue, took a sip of fine wine, and muttered to himself with some reminiscence.

Then he reached out and dug out a handful of charcoal ashes from the bottom of the furnace, and scattered them on the ground to cover the bloodstains.

"That's good, isn't it?"

Bulkathos looked at the scene in front of him, which was no different from his understanding of cleanliness, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Food, it seems not enough."

Bulkathos sat on the ground, looking at the fire burning in front of him and said.

Smelling the stench of the burnt corpse, he began to recall the days when the demons were killing endlessly.

But hunger still exists.

These days, he didn't sell anything at all.

The "toys" he forged were given to those weak mages, and the currency was spent by him two days ago.

"I hope the gold coins on me can be used, at least to exchange for some food."

As the fire began to weaken, a handful of golden coins appeared in Bulkathos's hands.

The gold coins were bare, without any patterns.

After all, in that world where life was in danger, the role of human beings in stabilizing currency was enough.

There is no need to put any anti-counterfeiting marks on the coins. When human survival is in question, if someone opens a gold mine and casts coins by himself, it is also his ability.

In the world of Diablo, the strong naturally have inexhaustible wealth.

The flames are finally about to burn out, and the corpse is left with nothing under the high temperature.

Only the terrible smell in this poorly ventilated blacksmith shop indicates what happened here.

Bul-Kathos opened the door and hung a huge iron lock he made on the door.

There is nothing special about this lock. You just need to pull it open to both sides with great force.

There is no technical content at all, but for the thieves in this world, this lock may be a natural barrier that they can hardly cross no matter what method they use.

Who can have the powerful power of a barbarian?

There is no profession of Crusader in this world, and even the power of a monk cannot open this lock.

Then there will be no safer place in this world than using this lock to get to the room, unless those guys use the barbarian way to open the door.