Invincible Heroes of Storm Lords

When the 16-year-old dwarf walked to the door with a mysterious smile on his face, his smile quickly disappeared.

A blue-skinned dwarf in a funny white robe trotted out of the shop with a pale face, grabbed Mukron's hand and dragged it inside.

"Where did you go, Mu Kelong? Not long ago, the old Musa failed to forge a weapon, an explosion occurred, and his right hand was injured!"

Zhu Hao knew that the dwarf in front of him, who was half a head shorter than himself, was named Harpy.

The reason why the master craftsman Musa failed to forge and injured his right hand was because he entered the game.

If there is no accident, how do you arrange your own novice main quest?

In the forging room behind the blacksmith shop, Zhu Hao saw a strong old dwarf with gray beard, half lying on an iron chair and moaning.

"Oh my God!"

"Musa, my dear old father, how are you injured, seriously?"

This game is very real. It is so real that every character in the world has its own thinking and characteristics, and has an independent personality. It is by no means a cold program.

Therefore, every sentence between the player and the native must be appropriate, otherwise there may be unexpected results.

Seeing the injured old Musa, Zhu Hao couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt in his heart.

I have to say that this game is too real, which caused him to indulge in it, get into the play too deeply, and have a ridiculous and strange mentality.

Hearing his son's anxious greeting, Old Musa shook his head and smiled slightly: "It's not a big problem, I've already applied the ointment, and I'll be able to recover in a few days."

"However, there is a batch of custom-made weapons that need to be delivered in three days. Now my right hand is injured, which is a lot of trouble!"

Zhu Hao knew that old Musa, the master dwarf blacksmith, valued his reputation very much, so he quickly said something.

"Your right hand is injured, why don't I make a weapon for the client!"

Old Musa nodded and said with relief: "My child, you are also sixteen years old, and you are considered an adult among our dwarves..."

After chattering about a long list of parents' short stories, Old Moussa solemnly said something to Mu Kelong.

"Starting today, I will teach you the ancestral forging of our Black Iron Clan!"

At this time, the dwarf Harpy raised his head, looked at Mu Kelong with admiration, and left the forging room silently.

From the back of him when he left, he could even see a bit of displeasure.

Old Musa did not care about him, but said something lightly.

"Happy is a hardworking and honest dwarf, but his strength is too weak to be a blacksmith!"

Immediately afterwards, Old Musa said to Mu Kelong: "If you want to become an excellent blacksmith and inherit the unique forging skills of the Black Iron Clan, you must first have strong power!"

"Mukelon, my child, you should choose a hammer that you think can be used, and the weight should be appropriate."

Zhu Hao nodded and walked to the corner of the forging room. Among the dozens of hammers with different styles, he chose a black octagonal hammer and swung it a few times in his hand, feeling just right.

Seeing that he had chosen this hammer, Old Musa nodded and laughed: "Haha, this hammer weighs 233 pounds. It seems that your strength is beyond my expectations, child!"

"If you can use this hammer for more than three hours, it means that you will be able to become a master blacksmith like me in the future!"

Next, Old Musa left the chair, walked to Zhu Hao, and began to teach his son the forging skills.

After an hour of practice, a system prompt suddenly came.

"Ding - you have initially mastered [Black Iron Forging], do you choose to become a trainee blacksmith?"

"Reminder: Blacksmith is a kind of auxiliary occupation,

Can create weapons, armor and other metal equipment. "

"After becoming a trainee blacksmith, you can sell the equipment you built to the natives for money, or trade with other players to get money or exchange for other items you want."

Zhu Hao's talent skill is [Heart of Cold Iron], which fits perfectly with the auxiliary profession of blacksmith. Perhaps it is one of the easter eggs that the system intelligently assigns to this character?

In this regard, Zhu Hao resolutely chose to become a trainee blacksmith without saying a word.

...

As we all know, it is very difficult to obtain early equipment in this game.

It has been more than an hour since the server started, and there are still many players complaining on the forum that they are fighting with wild monsters with their bare hands.

Some unlucky legal players have even achieved the first experience of death with the first drop of blood.

However, everyone is a new account, and the death penalty is nothing more than a delay in returning to the city to resurrect, plus the experience of clearing the current level, there is no big loss.

Some editors even posted on the forum bluntly that wild monsters basically do not lose equipment, and the weapons and equipment sold by system stores such as blacksmiths and general stores are of average quality, and the price/performance ratio is too low.

In the future, the mainstream channel for acquiring equipment may still be a transaction between players.

Blacksmiths, tailors, craftsmen and other major auxiliary professional players are bound to become a group of people who get rich first.

The worst thing is that you can't be a blacksmith, tailor, or craftsman if you want to. Players need to trigger corresponding events if they want to obtain auxiliary occupations.

Therefore, not everyone can be reborn in a blacksmith shop like Zhu Hao. Dad is a master dwarf blacksmith!

A few hours later, the old Musa stared at Mu Kelong, who was wielding a sledgehammer in his hand, with a look of shock on his face.

"God! What did I see?"

"This kid's talent is so terrifying, I'm afraid he is a bit stronger than his biological father!"

...

From the three poles of the sun to the fall of night, the big hammer in Mu Kelong's hand danced endlessly.

Under the careful guidance of the old Musa, he successively used hot forging, cold forging, quenching, carbon addition and many other methods, combined with brute force and skills, and successively forged dozens of rough pig iron embryos into black and gray balls. The prototype of a hundred refining steel weapon.

Finally, the old Musa stopped today's work.

"Mukelon, my child, your strength amazes me, and your forging talent makes me ecstatic, but we should rest anyway."

"There is an old saying that you can only last long if you relax and relax."

Zhu Hao nodded, put down the black sledgehammer in his hand, and smiled slightly at Old Musa.

"During the afternoon forging, whenever I felt exhausted, there was a rush of heat out of my blood."

"It not only relieves my fatigue greatly, but also makes me fight again, and my body is full of strength. Do you know why?"

Old Musa nodded and laughed loudly: "This is the blessing of the bloodline power to you, but the general bloodline power doesn't seem to have such a powerful effect, it can allow you to hold a heavy hammer for more than six hours continuously!"

Zhu Hao deliberately asked with a puzzled face: "Shouldn't a person's bloodline ability be inherited from his father or mother?"

Old Musa smiled awkwardly, and explained solemnly: "Generally speaking, it is exactly what you said."

"But you have to know one thing, a person's blood comes from his parents, but his parents' blood comes from his grandparents and maternal grandparents..."

"So, theoretically speaking, it is possible for anyone to inherit the bloodline power of a distant ancestor."

So Zhu Hao thought about it and asked again.

"Then where did the ancestor of our dwarf family come from?"

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