The metal mineral in front of him was only the size of a fist, solid and unusually light, and the natural texture of the blue-white cyclone-like shape was covered by the mineral layer by layer, and when you looked at it carefully under the light, there was a colorful and dazzling feeling.

"Sure enough, it's Feng Kui Jin!" Aturu looked excited and inexplicable: "It's still a high-grade Feng Kui Jin, such a large piece of natural Feng Kui Gold is rare, and that vein must contain the best Feng Kui Jin." ”

"The patriarch has good eyesight. The goblin who showed him the way on the side smiled and slapped a fart lightly.

"Nonsense, I still have no eyesight, I'm still your patriarch?" Aturu rolled his eyes in annoyance.

The goblin smiled wryly, not daring to say more.

Except for the thousand goblins who went out to help build the house, the others were all here at this time, and Aturu looked at Feng Kuijin in his hand, with joy and confusion on his face.

Happily, this Feng Kuijin is known as the high-grade material for creating blade armor, even if it contains a little bit, it can improve the performance of blade armor by more than a little bit.

The tangled thing is that this special thing is to build weapons and armor, and then it is the work of the dwarves, which has to do with their goblins. If it is a weapon created by Feng Kuijin, Arturu will snatch it back to the Red Clay Tribe even if he is crying and grabbing it, as long as he asks Turis to depict the inscription of the magic circle, it will be an alchemy blade at that time, and it can be included in the master's work.

That's all golden coins.

The market price of Fengkui gold is very expensive, and directly selling the raw ore vein can provoke everyone to rush to rob it, but in this way, Arturu must not be reconciled.

Where is the blade armor made in the original mine to sell for more money, besides, such a good thing, if you don't take it to equip your own people, you still sell it, is this a brain pump.

Not to mention the rest, let's just say that the standard equipment of the Falling Snow Shield Swordsman is not very satisfactory in the eyes of him, the patriarch of the Red Mud Tribe.

When the round shield was manufactured, it was obvious that because of the lack of materials, the defensive power was obviously not worthy of the noble identity of the Snow Shield Swordsman.

Besides, the long sword, big brother, did the person who created the Snow Shield Swordsman have a twitch in his head, Arturu has seen the fighting style of the Snow Shield Swordsman, most of them are based on chopping, you have seen anyone who often uses a sword to chop, the sword has to be stabbed, chop, that is the nature of the knife.

He wanted to complain for a long time, and now he found Feng Kuijin, such a good material, such a good practice phone will be placed in front of him, but he can't finish it because of the lack of a blacksmith, oh my God, this is what makes him feel depressed.

It's like a stunning beauty, stripped naked, lying on the bed, posing at you, scratching her head, and comforting herself in front of you, you want to pounce, desperately want to pounce, only to find that there is a layer of glass between you, and it's bulletproof.

Aturu now feels the same as if he was on fire.

He paced anxiously, looking at the naturally scattered Feng Kuijin on the ground in front of him, as well as the large number of ore veins behind, and his eyes turned red suddenly.

"Damn! Crazy, crazy! Crazy! Crazy, crazy! Fuck it! Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!"

He stomped his foot and pointed at the goblin who had brought him before, "Go, little demon, bring me Turis." ”

"Ah, what are you bringing him here?" the little demon fanned his ears, looking ignorant.

"Oh, you'll go if you tell you to!" Aturu jumped up and kicked him: "Go!"

"Oops!" The little demon also saw that the current patriarch was a little abnormal, and hurriedly rushed out.

Aturu looked at the remaining group of goblins in front of him, took a deep breath more than a dozen times, and his eyes seemed to still be shining with fire: "We, we have to do a big thing!"

"What's the big deal?" The goblins in front of them had never seen Aturu like this, and they were a little scared, but finally it was an old goblin who spoke.

"How do you feel when you look at Feng Kujin in front of you?" asked Aturu.

"Feel?" The goblin who had spoken earlier looked left and right, "I don't feel it." ”

"Stupid! The shaft can't be conspired with! Playing the piano to the cow! The edge wood begs for fish! The cow's head is not right for the horse's mouth! When you see so much wind and kuijin, don't you feel itchy hands?"

"Itchy hands, Patriarch, are you sick?" a goblin raised his hand in the back.

"You're sick!" said Aturu hated to strangle the boy.

"Patriarch, I understand what you said, but no matter how itchy we are, what can we do, these are all Fengkui gold raw ore, not finished products. The goblin who had spoken earlier spoke again.

"What's wrong with the finished product, can't we find a way to turn it into a finished product?"

"Turned into a finished product?" The goblin was stunned for a moment, and then immediately reacted: "No, patriarch, we are not those messy dwarves, we don't know how to strike iron." ”

"What are you afraid of!" Aturu waved his hand, full of pride: "What's so difficult about striking iron! Why would those dwarves be, we wouldn't, could it be that our goblin clan is worse than them? Besides, so many materials are right in front of you, if they are destroyed, they will be destroyed, it's a big deal to go back to the furnace and rebuild it, what are you afraid of!"

"Patriarch, it's not that I like to tell the truth, but ...... The dwarves use their hammers to strike iron...... Can you take it?" another goblin raised his hand in the goblin group.

"Which little bastard, come out for me, Lao Tzu will strangle you!" Aturu was scarred, and suddenly burst into a rage.

The goblins looked at each other, and they all smiled secretly, holding back their voices.

After a while, Aturu's breath gradually subsided, he gasped, and said, "I won't talk about any other difficulties, I'll talk about what we're doing now." ”

"Pat yourself on the chest and say in good conscience, how is Mr. Li to us?How is the Snow Shield Swordsman to us?Miss Snow Jade, how is Miss Green to us?" asked Aturu as he looked at the goblin standing in front of him.

"Then you don't need to say!" As soon as his words fell, there were goblins in the crowd who spoke, and listening to the voice, it was still the one who had just made trouble.

"Mr. Li won't talk about it, if it weren't for taking care of us, he would have been safely on Dragon Island with Master Aatrox, if it weren't for Mr. Li saving us, we would still be waiting to die in the Elemental Forest right now. ”

"Miss Xue Yu doesn't need to say it, if she hadn't taken us in halfway, I'm afraid that only the patriarch and Turis, you would still be alive in the Red Mud Tribe. "The Falling Snow Shield Swordsman is definitely the best human race for our goblins that I have ever seen in my life, last time, if it wasn't for a Falling Snow Shield Swordsman who saved me, I'm afraid you won't see me now." ”

"Miss Green doesn't need to say much, Mr. Li gave up the opportunity to lead the elves to Dragon Island, she and the entire elf clan didn't even say a word, what kind of place is Dragon Island, it can be said that even if the Elemental Forest is overturned, and there is another 10,000-year war between the Netherworld and the Light Holy Land, Dragon Island will not be affected. ”

"Such an opportunity, say give up, give up, as long as it is a wise creature, I am afraid that I will be angry, but no elf in the elf clan has said a word of seriousness, and I don't need to say more, this kindness, we all remember it in our hearts, our red mud tribe, not the kind of ungrateful goblin!"

"Good!" Aturu pointed to the boy who was talking in the goblin group, "Little Tail, you come out for me, I can tell it's you." ”

A shy little guy soon emerged from the goblin group.

"What you just said is right, just with these words, the patriarch and grandfather will not pursue the words you blocked me before, then I continue to ask you, whether it is Mr. Li, Miss Green or Miss Snow Jade, whether it is the elf clan or the Falling Snow Shield Swordsman, they have done so much for us, and ask us if we have to pay for anything?"

"No!" said Littletail as he struggled to stand up straight, blushing and exclaiming.

"Then let me ask you, did they let us go as cannon fodder during the battle?"

"No!" Littletail continued, "they're always in front of us. ”

In the goblin group, the original goblins grinning expressions have slowly been put away.

"What are they trying to do with us?" asked Aturu as he continued.

"This ...... They seem to have nothing to do. Little Tail thought for a long time this time before saying tentatively.

"Yes, they don't want anything, because they treat us as partners, so it's only natural that they're good to us, so what about us? we just take it for granted, and then do nothing, and continue to hide behind them?" asked Aturu with his arms outstretched.

"I ...... I...... No!" The little tail snorted for a long time and shook his head violently.

"Yes, we goblins are weak and need their protection, but let's not forget, our specialty is not in battle, they treat us as partners, shouldn't we give our partners some help?" Aturu asked the goblins in front of him.

"I know a squad leader of the Snow Shield Swordsman, whose sword has been cut to the ground in order to protect us these days, but do they make condescending demands on us?" Aturu asked himself, waving his arm violently, "No!"

"We're not ungrateful goblins, so we shouldn't do something, even if I can't carry a hammer, don't forget what we are, we're goblins!"

"You want to stump us with such a little difficulty?"

"Dream it off!"

"If this decision is made, then there is no right to be afraid! we will face more and greater difficulties in the future, but will we be afraid?" Aturu shouted with bare eyes, patting his chest.

"Don't be afraid!" Little Tail roared loudly with a red face and a straight waist.

"Don't be afraid!" the goblins behind him roared a second time.

"Then go on! Let those difficulties be fucking dreams!"

"Dream the fuck!" the roar thundered, and in the darkness, only a pair of burning eyes remained.