A brave player who started by touching corpses

By the time Luke received the communication message from the old blacksmith Okto, it was already early in the morning the next day.

Elderly people always wake up early in the morning, and even drinking alcohol does not delay Okto's early morning wake-up call at all.

Luke has also become very healthy due to the loading of the barbarian template. The physical problems caused by working, staying up late, and uncontrolled eating and drinking in the past no longer exist, and he usually wakes up very early in the morning.

But what Luke didn't expect was that when the old man, who was two or three heads taller than him, called him to his exclusive forging room early in the morning, he didn't mention the drilling task, but looked at him with a look on his face. In confusion, he stuffed a pair of pokers and a hammer at him.

The old blacksmith actually asked Luke to accompany him in blacksmithing!

Although Luke was confused, he did not refuse. It would be better to say that he was really interested in this matter.

It's not that Luke wants to become a blacksmith, he's just curious because he's watched too many videos of knife forging competitions, that's all.

But I don’t know why, when Luke really got close to the stove, picked up the red-hot blade with a pair of tongs, and struck the hammer on it again and again, letting the sparks fly everywhere, he felt inexplicably comfortable. a feeling of.

Even though it was only my first time doing it, I felt a sense of familiarity that seemed to come from my blood.

"...How could there be such a thin savage?"

Doubts visibly appeared in the old blacksmith's one eye.

He really couldn't understand why Luke was so thin even though he had the blood of a barbarian... At least he looked too thin, not much different from an ordinary human being.

Fortunately, through just a few blows and swings, the old blacksmith was able to determine that Luke was still thin, his physical fitness was still in the low-standard barbarian category, and he still had some talent in blacksmithing.

"What to do next? Stuff it in oil?"

Looking at the rough blade that had been burned red in the fire, Luke turned his head and looked back at the old blacksmith with a look of eagerness on his face.

It was as if he simply wanted to see the fire spurting out of a hot knife stuffed into cold oil.

"Do you want to learn blacksmithing?"

The old blacksmith answered the question incorrectly.

"Can you punch holes in your equipment after learning how to do it?"

Luke was stunned for a moment, then asked seriously.

"It depends on the qualifications."

The old blacksmith crossed his arms and looked noncommittal.

"I probably wouldn't be able to spare a lot of time to study this."

Luke did not choose to climb up the pole, but said very honestly.

He was not blind, and he could see that part of the kindness shown by the old blacksmith to him came from the blood of the barbarians, and the other part was not clear.

But there is no unreasonable show of kindness in this world. Even if he and Sanmu got into the current state, it was first based on the premise that he was useful to him.

Then what use is he to the old blacksmith?

Luke didn't know, so he dealt with it more cautiously.

"It's okay. If you have free time, just come when you want to. It all depends on whether you want to or not."

The old blacksmith seemed to just mention it casually and didn't care whether Luke wanted to come or not, and immediately extended his hand to Luke.

"Take out your things, those people won't come at this time."

"oh oh."

Upon hearing the old blacksmith's request, Luke took out the magic lamp directly.

After a night of cooling down his mind, Luke finally struggled out of his gambling mentality.

Winning the bet once is enough. If the bet goes wrong again and the opportunity to punch is lost, then it will be a complete loss.

So when the old blacksmith officially took over the magic lamp, Luke felt a sense of relief.

Drawing cards harms people!

When the magic lamp officially fell into the hands of the old blacksmith, the corresponding challenge scene portal was officially closed. How many unlucky people who had been inside for a whole day were forced to teleport by the closed scene? Throwed out.

It's not that they didn't want to run, but because of the super crossbow-class excavator's crazy rampage and the collapse of the pyramid, they were directly trapped in the pyramid.

Fortunately, they were not hit by the huge collapsed rocks, and they had enough room for movement and sufficient oxygen. Unfortunately, this meant that monsters would continue to spawn, and they had to be careful to avoid them. A superbow-class excavator patrolling nearby.

The individual combat effectiveness and teamwork of these people are quite excellent. Dealing with the mummies, mummy dogs, and bats here is as simple as eating and drinking... but the refresh of the monsters that cannot be resisted is unlimited, and they do not carry any supplies. .

No matter how powerful a warrior is, the most basic physiological needs of sleepiness, hunger, and thirst are indispensable.

You can hold on through willpower for a short period of time, but over time you will really collapse, collapse in every sense of the word.

It was also thanks to the fact that the leader of the brave was still carrying precious spell-casting materials, and his spell was able to condense water elements and release five water pillars the size of manhole covers to knock away enemies.

Relying on this precious magic water source, which might cause them to be hunted down by a super-crossbow-level excavator once they drink it, they managed to survive until Luke handed the magic lamp into the hands of the old blacksmith.

In fact, everyone should understand at this point that the few unlucky guys trapped in the pyramid ruins are from the Wild Age.

The rock, who was tough and had a special body, and the thunder leopard, who was originally a wild animal, seemed fine, but the man and woman, the whirlpool fire snake, really started to cry with joy.

Because it was early in the morning, there were not many people watching the excitement. Luke, the instigator of everything, not only had no idea about it, but was also a little stunned by the situation in front of him.

Because the magic lamp, which was touched by the old blacksmith and recorded all the data of the arc, pattern, handle, spout, etc. through the touch, was actually back in his hands!

"What is this, old man?"

"You handed the thing over to me and completed the task, but how to deal with this thing is my freedom."

The old blacksmith who recorded all the data of the magic lamp was already satisfied.

After witnessing and playing with the real thing, the old blacksmith was confident that he could create a magic lamp that could be used to seal elemental elf units.

After this point was satisfied, the magic lamp was useless. For him, the gambling wish-making ability of the magic lamp was meaningless. It would be better to return it to this young man with great potential and very self-disciplined.

The old blacksmith, who didn't know there were two magic lamps in the pyramid, mistakenly thought that Luke relied on his willpower to resist using the magic lamp's wish-making function. At this moment, his evaluation of Luke increased.

"You can come to me at any time with equipment that needs to be punched, but theoretically only conventional weapons and armor can be punched. I have little experience in jewelry and mechanical vehicles. If you have to punch holes, there is a big risk of failure."

The old blacksmith slapped Luke and made him stagger.

In fact, at this time, Luke's attention was no longer on punching holes. He was thinking about what wish to make.

The old blacksmith probably didn't expect that his kind behavior made Luke, who had spent a whole night to calm down, start to get a little excited again.

"Old man, do you mind if I make a wish right here?"

Luke, who had spent at least half of his free time yesterday imagining how he could make a wish, actually had an idea in mind.

"Oh? That's great, let me see what the process is."

The old man moved his specially made big stool under his buttocks, and picked up his five-liter wine glass, as if he was ready to treat Luke as a drink.

As Luke rubbed and muttered, the strong and muscular blue genie of the magic lamp appeared. The old blacksmith looked at the genie's biceps and nodded in admiration.

But this time Luke didn't delay for too long, and immediately stated his request.

"Please give me a way to increase the capacity of the inventory."