The edge of Cold Island.

More than thirty figures were digging hard with a hoe in hand, and dozens of figures were transporting ore back and forth on the side.

Immediately after the ore is transported to the ironsmith, it is smelted, purified and separated from ferrotungsten and ugin.

"Hey, what's that?"

Just filled a basket of tungsten iron ore, Ji Lu was about to go back, but when he looked up, he saw a huge black shadow floating in the void in the distance.

"What, how can it be so big, is it also an island?"

"No, how can there be such a big island!"

……

As the crowd chattered, everyone's faces turned ugly, and they knew that every once in a while, there would be a foreign invasion.

If defeated, everyone will have to die, and perhaps become the ration of the other party.

Seeing that everyone's emotions were becoming more and more unstable, Xiao Han hurriedly scolded loudly: "What are you arguing about, what are you afraid of?" ”

"We have city walls, arrow towers, crossbows, and so many warriors defending the village, what is there to be afraid of?"

"Hurry up and mine, only by digging enough high-grade ores can we create high-grade armor and weapons for our warriors, and only in this way can they better protect you."

"What the adults said makes sense, hurry up and mine."

"That's right, we have such a high wall, what are you afraid of!"

With continuous pacification, the panicked crowd gradually quieted down, and although there was still some fear on their faces, they were much better, and they all began to work again.

After appeasing everyone, Xiao Han stared at the black shadow in the distance with an ugly face: "With such a big island, my luck won't be so bad!" ”

There are still nine hours to collide, and logically speaking, they can't see each other at this time.

But he saw it.

"Zombie Island, Skull Island, Zombie Island?" Xiao Han guessed with a gloomy face.

No matter what kind of island it is, for Cold Island, it is a catastrophe of nine deaths and one life.

Generally speaking, there is a high chance that these three islands will stay in the Novice Village until the Wisdom is born.

However, there are very few exceptions where the stone monuments on the island will be inadvertently broken, which will also cause the island to advance.

Such an island, on the surface, seems to be level 3, but in fact it may be level 4, or even level 5, but the zombies, skeletons, or zombies on the island have not yet been promoted to the fifth rank of the mortal rank, and they have not given birth to spiritual intelligence.

"Whether it is or not, I have to prepare for the worst." Glancing at the dark shadow in the distance again, Xiao Han turned and ran towards the village.

After becoming a three-rank warrior, both speed and strength have been greatly improved compared to before.

In less than ten minutes, he returned to his wooden house, sat down in front of the stone tablet, raised his hand and tapped on the stone tablet: "Hurry up, lend me your divine arm crossbow and green steel crossbow arrows." ”

In less than two minutes, Lu Yiming's message appeared on the screen: "What's wrong, what's wrong?" ”

A few days ago, Xiao Han still felt that Lu Yiming's luck was very bad, but now it seems that his luck is even worse, so he laughed self-deprecatingly and continued to reply: "My island will collide with other islands today, and it may be the necromantic clan that I encountered. ”

"If you can't pass this level, you shouldn't be able to repay what you borrowed."

Tens of thousands of kilometers away, Lu Yiming was stunned, looked at the words on the screen in disbelief, and hurriedly asked: "Brother, are you lying to me, this kind of joke is not funny at all." ”

But then, a not-so-clear picture appeared on the screen, and in the middle of it, there was a huge island.

"How can this be, such a big island, if you break all the stone tablets, you can be promoted to level 5!"

Looking at the pictures on the screen with a pale face, Lu Yiming understood at this moment, what will Xiao Han encounter next?

"What should I do?" He thought with a frown.

But this was almost an unsolvable game, he couldn't think of any way, frowned and clicked on the deal, and put all the three divine arm crossbows on the arrow tower into it, along with nearly a hundred crossbow arrows.

And on the six-star mangarray that belonged to Xiao Han, a rectangular piece of iron appeared.

"This is a dark iron mold, used to make a twisted wire bowstring, I only have this one, now I will give it to you!"

The transaction was completed, and Lu Yiming sighed.

With this mold, he was able to forge two twisted strings every day, and if he bought another second-class blacksmith, he should be able to make ten divine arm crossbows in five days.

But even so, he may not be able to survive the next collision.

Blacksmiths are used to make divine arm crossbows, so there is no way to make crossbow arrows, and a god arm crossbow without crossbow arrows is not even as good as a steel knife.

"What should I do, how can I help him?" He thought with a frown.

Now that his village has been reduced to ruins, he has just been built in the past few days, and he has no resources to exchange it for, otherwise he can buy some much-needed things for him.

"No, I still have something to sell!" Looking at the dark iron mold in his hand, Lu Yiming's eyes lit up.

The mold can't be sold, but the blueprint of the Divine Arm Crossbow that Xiao Han gave him can be sold!

And these days, he has sold eight Divine Arm Crossbows, if these drawings are exchanged for Divine Arm Crossbows, presumably they will be willing!

Also, they have blacksmiths in every village, and I can ask them to make crossbow arrows for some cost!

As soon as his eyes lit up, Lu Yiming immediately became excited and began to contact his fellow countrymen from the Gamma Galaxy.

At the same time, Xiao Han assembled the Divine Arm Crossbow sent by Lu Yiming to the arrow tower, turned around and walked towards the blacksmith shop.

There are still ten hours, and a few blacksmiths working together can make one more Divine Arm Crossbow, and there will be twelve by then.

In the past few days, Feng Yonghe has created eleven sets of fish scale armor of the third rank of the mortal rank, and after Godot changed the fine iron armor, he also created seven sets of fish scale armor.

Now in Handao, there are already twenty-eight sets of mortal-rank third-grade armor, and there is also a set of mortal-rank fourth-grade fine iron armor customized for Kuishan.

The only pity is that there are only ten fish scale knives of the third rank of the mortal rank, and they cannot be equipped for every soldier.

"Forget the armor, there are still ten hours left, let Godot and Feng Yongduo create a few third-grade weapons!" While thinking, Xiao Han walked quickly towards the ironware shop.

The only thing he can do now is to do everything he can to increase Cold Island's chances of victory.

In fact, even if he encountered a necromantic island this time, he was not completely out of chance.

The strength of these islands lies in the large number of people, perhaps ten times the population of Cold Island, or dozens of times, but they are not completely without weaknesses.

The absence of the birth of Wisdom means that the attacks will be chaotic and will rush at you.

In the past, they could crush their opponents with their numerical superiority, but he was different, with a ten-meter-high wall, it was impossible for those things to attack in a short period of time.

Then there are the crossbow arrows prepared in the warehouse, which are basically second-grade mortal rank, and their number has reached 3,000, and all the iron ore stocks have been used.

"Hmph, what about the Necronomicon island, as long as I kill you all, everything will be fine."