Chapter 10 Episode in the Long Forging
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 not even have to hope for any results.
But for Bulcaisel, 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 metal blocks he had completed refining.
According to his estimates, the heavy weapon called "Bulkesso's Blood of the Warriors" would require about thirty pieces of metal material.
As for the materials that add magical power, it is 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." Bulcaisel said with a mocking tone.
Bulkeso 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 sliced meat and vegetables sandwiched between bread, there is never any particular emphasis on taste.
The barbarians are not a group that pursues the ultimate in 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 to open the door, 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, destroying 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.
"The Barbarian's Hammer? What's this name? Do you have permission to open a store here?"
This guy spoke in that arrogant tone, and he didn't say anything They don't look like strong men, no matter which world they are in.
This guy is obviously not a guest, Bulcasso has already understood.
Bulkasso 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 are here to cause trouble."
Bulkesso 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 in 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, which cannot be explained by simple provocation."
Taking up a weapon to face a barbarian means that A declaration of battle.
No matter how weak the opponent is, the barbarians 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!"
Bulkessor has no interest in the purpose of this gangster, and he doesn't care about the so-called "trouble" that may 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.
The big, thick hand waved at the gangster's head, as if it were driving away those noisy flying insects.
Although barbarians are masters of weapons, and fighting with bare hands is definitely not as good as monks who specialize in boxing, this guy is just a weakling who can't even defeat a zombie. This is enough.
Bulkessor's hand fell on the round head, and he heard a muffled sound like a watermelon exploding.
A headless body fell to the ground, blood spreading.
"I'm not good at cleaning, so this is a bit troublesome."
Bulkesso looked at the messy ground and had a headache.
If it were on the holy mountain of Harrogath, the land would contain the body and then return to the world as a force of nature.
But now, he could only lift the body by the back collar and throw it into the still burning furnace.
The flame ignited the grease, making a crackling sound, along with the stench that affected the soul.
"Well, this tastes a bit like the offal from hell."
Bulkessor bit the tip of his tongue, took a sip of the wine and said to himself in retrospect.
Then he reached out and dug out a large handful of charcoal ashes from the bottom of the furnace, and sprinkled them on the ground to cover up the blood.
“That’s good.”
Bulkasso looked at the scene in front of him, which was no different from his perception of cleanliness, and nodded with satisfaction.
“The food doesn’t seem to be enough.”
Bulkasso sat on the ground and said as he looked at the burning fire in front of him.
Smelling the stench of burning corpses, he began to recall those days when the demons were endlessly killing them.
But the hunger remains.
These days, he sells nothing at all.
The "toys" he forged were all given to those weak mages, and the currency was completely spent by him in the past two days.
“I hope the gold coins I have can be used, at least in exchange for some food.”
Watching the fire begin to weaken, a large handful of golden coins appeared in Bulcasso's hand.
The gold coins were bare, with no patterns at all.
After all, in that precarious world, human beings’ role in stabilizing currency is enough.
There is no need to put any anti-counterfeiting marks on coins. When the survival of human beings is a problem, if someone opens a gold mine by himself and mints coins, that can be considered his skill.
In the world of Diablo, the strong naturally have inexhaustible wealth.
The flames were finally about to burn out, and nothing was left of the corpse under the high temperature.
Only the terrible smell in this poorly ventilated blacksmith shop indicates what happened here.
Bulkessor 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 vigorously to both sides.
There is no technical content at all, but for thieves in this world, this lock may be a barrier that they cannot overcome no matter what method they use.
Who can be as powerful as a barbarian?
There is no Crusader profession in this world, and even the power of a monk cannot open this lock.
Then there will be no safer place in the world than a room with this lock, unless those guys use the barbarian method of opening the door.
(End of this chapter)