Three hundred centuries ago, there was a goblin named Mtrance who walked the continent and dedicated his life to the rise of ancestral crafts, at first there was no concept of exquisite weapons in this continent, and there were no practical things such as magic crystals, and this man not only created these things, but also promoted them to the world.

Mtrance himself was only an eighth-order in strength, but he was given the title of "God of Craft", and he was the only existence in history to have a title based on his prestige alone.

And this city is Mtrance built in his later years, formerly known as "Mtrance's mobile fortress", it was a human killer weapon that made the major clans fearful, and it was also the pinnacle of Mtrance's life's creation, two hundred centuries ago, Mtrance unfortunately died, and important production and maintenance drawings were lost, so that the human killing weapon was dusted as a city only for the goblin clan to recuperate, and then it was spontaneously revised to "Mtrance" by his descendants.

The former human killer has become history, and there is a fault line in the top technology, although there have been amazing people in subsequent generations, there is no way to restore the glory of the past.

The top weapons on the continent were broken and no one could repair them, and finally completed the collapse of the weapon system, and the only practical objects that the descendants had studied.

This man once changed the world, and after his death, he also affected the whole world.

Zheng Ming finally knew why the soup pot was so excited when he saw the cannon barrel in his hand, as an old craftsman who lived in "Mutrans" all the year round, he immediately grasped the similarities between the two, that is, what Zheng Ming called "science".

This was all narrated to Zheng Ming along the way, and he was also secretly glad that he left that wealth for the elves when he left, these goblins don't know that it won't take many years for the elves to build a human weapon as famous as "Mut's Mobile Fortress".

A slight moan interrupted Zheng Ming's thoughts, and then he noticed that Mo Mo had woken up slowly, and he didn't pay attention to what the soup pot said anymore, and asked Mo Mo with concern, "Why did you wake up and stop sleeping for a while?"

"Don't sleep, where is this brother?" Mo Mo shook his head, and the various stalls around him surprised this little girl who had never left the elf clan, and her sleep was gone, and she watched with her eyes wide open and curious.

Before Zheng Ming could answer, a goblin came out of the grocery store next to him, just like when he first met the soup pot, staring at the cannon barrel on his shoulder, and then more goblins joined the ranks, surrounding Zheng Ming and the two in the middle of the road, unable to move.

From time to time, some goblins couldn't help but ask

"What is this?"

"This feels so familiar......"

"Did you do it yourself?"

I don't know which sharp-eyed goblin shouted, "He's an elf." The number of goblins gathered at the scene became more numerous.

Zheng Ming could feel the enthusiasm for "science" from each of them, and he could also feel their simple and bold character, and even Momo was not too afraid of them.

From time to time, Mo Mo's immature child's voice sounded from the crowd: "This is what my brother did, I saw it with my own eyes." Listening to the voice, it seemed that Momo's pride could still appear in front of him. Seeing that Mo Mo was so happy, Zheng Ming also responded perfunctorily, but every time Mo Mo almost said something, he would interrupt and naturally take the words.

Because of the crowd on the street, Zheng Ming and the others walked very slowly, and the soup pot was still introducing the history of the family, talking to himself, and he was colorful, and suddenly found that Zheng Ming had not spoken for a long time, and he vaguely heard the noise of the crowd......

Turning his head, he found that Zheng Ming was surrounded by goblins, and hurriedly rushed into the crowd, you pushed me and almost fell, and when he squeezed into the middle of the crowd, there were still two weeds hanging on his head, and Zheng Ming also smiled bitterly when he saw him.

"I'm sorry, I was talking too much...... Come with me, both of you. In a hurry, he grabbed Zheng Ming's sleeve and squeezed it out, and shouted in the direction he came, "Look! The Elven Holy Son is also here!"

Zheng Ming only knew how attractive his own name was to these goblins, as soon as they heard that the "Holy Son" was behind, they decisively let go of Zheng Ming, and they all ran in the direction of the soup pot standing finger.

"Didn't you say that the Son is here......"

By the time they came back to their senses, the soup pot had already pulled the two of them away.

The artisan shop they were going to was in the innermost part of the street, Zheng Ming asked the soup pot to find out the location, so he grabbed him with his backhand, and instructed Mo Mo to hold it steady, the speed increased instantly, and the people in the shops on both sides only felt a gust of wind passing by them, and they didn't see anything clearly.

It only took them a little more than a minute to reach the door of the craftsman's shop, which is the center of the city, and also has the most iconic building, a chimney about 400 meters high and tens of meters in diameter.

Of course, this is Zheng Ming's definition of it, and the soup pot immediately calls it "Gunata", which used to be mainly used to provide turbidity emissions for the city, and the role of "chimneys" is the same, because of the technological fault, it has fallen into disrepair, and is now transformed into shops by the goblins here.

When he was wondering where the shop was, the soup pot pry open two wooden doors from the ground, and saw a tunnel leading to the bottom, and he picked up a wooden sign from the weeds with a familiar road, which was engraved with the three big characters "in business", as for the handwriting......

"Let's go, the shop is down there. Seeing Zheng Ming stunned in place, the soup pot immediately thought that he was still looking for the entrance of the shop, and couldn't help reminding him, hearing the voice, Zheng Ming came back to his senses and walked towards the passage.

As soon as the three of them stepped into the passage, two rows of blue light suddenly lit up and extended downward.

"This is the bright crystal that my brother and I stumbled upon, and it is much more used than those tree oil pipes, as long as the air fluctuates in the inherent environment, they will automatically emit light, and it is very good for lighting. The soup pot stood in front of him to lead the way, and he was very responsible as a tour guide, and he didn't forget to ask, "The elves still use tree oil, right?"

"Hmm. Zheng Ming touched those shiny crystals from time to time, and found that the material of these stones was still relatively hard, and as for the question asked by the soup pot, he also responded casually.

"Yes, a character like the Elven Son wouldn't be interested in such a gadget. ”

Although the sound of the soup pot muttering was small, Zheng Ming could still hear it clearly, and he withdrew his hand from the bright crystal very vaguely, and changed the topic again, "Why do you worship the Elf Holy Son so much?"

Hearing this, the soup pot immediately became interested, "You elven clan have built a chamber of commerce here with us, you know?" He pretended to pause when he asked, and waited until Zheng Ming responded before continuing to speak, "I see that the clothes you are wearing are exactly the same as the Tang costumes sold by the elf chamber of commerce, and I should also know some rumors about the Holy Son, although the clothes he sells are considered creative, they are not enough for us to worship the goblin clan." ”