On the huge furnace, on the platform corridor for people to walk, Simba is leading his apprentices, explaining how to use the entire melting pot as he walks.

Behind them, hundreds of goblin goblin kobolds with green lettering on their heads followed.

"This is the feed port, all the metal raw materials have to go in from here, after melting into a metal solution, enter the operating table from the front passages, and the following is the operating table, you can put some basic molds, except for these differences, the others are similar to what I taught you, by the way, there is another point, the furnace fire of the melting pot is never allowed to be extinguished!"

Simba's voice echoed throughout the industrial area.

At the bottom of the industrial area, Arthur, dressed in black armor, is carrying a piece of material, after the completion of the melting pot in the industrial area, in addition to the blacksmith shop, carpenter's house, and other areas such as the magic energy engineering area, there are also some materials that can be used in these life occupations.

Dedicated warehouses have been set up in the industrial zone to store these materials, and players are naturally acting as porters.

Even for a top player like Arthur, these daily tasks are a must.

"Arthur."

A goblin with a short bow and a longbow on his back walked towards Arthur, with the words "Sylvanas" on his head:

"How long do you have to finish this mission? Do you want me to help? ”

"No, didn't you cut down a tree?" Arthur put the materials in his hand in the warehouse and looked at Sylvanas.

"I can't cut a few trees, it's too brain-consuming, and I'm not a hemp rope technician, so I have fun making titles." Sylvanas mentioned the twine, and then said resentfully:

"This broken game, what kind of paladin profession is out, it's too perverted, it affects the balance, that hemp rope polytechnic doesn't do anything, just rely on the strength of the problem to be the first in the whole server, even you can't beat him, it's too much."

Sylvanas was grumbling when a kobold came from behind, with the words "hoe" on his head:

"It's only a few minutes, and it's understandable that a game like Dungeon is positive and full of positive energy, and you can gain great power through learning."

"Convinced, other games are kryptonite to make people strong, and learning from this game can make people strong."

Sylvanas rolled his eyes, and Arthur had already completed the task after carrying the materials, and after he had handed over all the tasks, he said to Hoe He and Sylvanas:

"Let's go, go farm the dungeon."

"I'm going to shout Umegawa Kuko and chest hair!"

Hoe He turned his head and was about to call someone, but Arthur stopped him:

"Don't shout about chest hair, he has a new store opening at home today, he's going to cut the ribbon, I've found someone else."

"Who?" Sylvanas suddenly became alert.

"Grab the roots."

…………

Moros was also working hard today.

A lot of big things have happened in the dungeons of the Eternal Kingdom recently, and before you know it, the greenskins who always call themselves "warriors", "saviors of the underworld", and "children of destiny" seem to have really saved Winterfell from the hands of the Old God Legion.

And this matter was also heard by Moros later, originally he was skeptical, Winterfell was so tightly defended, can it be captured by the Old God Legion? It is undeniable that these greenskins with resurrection abilities are powerful, but Moros still doesn't believe that Winterfell has fallen.

Later, he received a letter from his wife, and learned that the greenskins and Yoda, the magic engineer, were not bragging.

Because of the damage to the portal, he couldn't go back to see his wife immediately, Sherlock was very generous and offered to send him back to visit his family by airship, but Moros sternly refused on the spot, saying that he wanted to work and did his duty for Lord Sherlock!

I wasn't sent home.

However, just when Moros was lamenting that his disciples had become the heroes who saved Winterfell, and how should he brag after he returned, he went to hear the chat of several greenskins who were training.

"Did you see it on the bulletin board just now, a new trainer is coming in soon!"

"Damn, add a new NPC?"

"yes, it seems to be a combat trainer in charge of a higher level."

A higher level? Moros raised an eyebrow, it seems that Master Sherlock underestimated my abilities.

"All hands rest."

Moros said to the players in front of him, and then headed in the direction of the lord's hall.

When Moros came to the hall of the lords, there was already a group of people outside, looking at the bulletin board outside the hall of lords.

When everyone saw Moros coming, they all gave up their positions, and this respect made Moros very happy, and they saw the bulletin board that read:

[Warm welcome to Mr. Black Hand of Winterfell, as the Advanced Trainer of the Dungeons of the Eternal Realm]

"Mr. [Black Hand]: A master of posture fighting from Winterfell, he is good at fencing, free fighting, magic, shield fighting and dozens of other combat techniques, and has won the title of the most terrifying creature in Winterfell, one of the three demons of Winterfell, because of a street fight, he bit off the calves of dozens of people alive, and even made a demon have a lifetime of shadows, and because of this, he spent an ordinary life in Winterfell Prison.

The above is from Mr. [Black Hand].

Let us warmly welcome Mr. [Black Hand] with the hottest enthusiasm and the fullest spirit! ”

Moros read all the contents, with a "nothing but that" expression on his face, but he thought in his heart how this black hand could be so familiar with his name.

But Moros doesn't care about these things anymore, this guy called the black hand has affected Moros's status, and Moros decided to fight for himself.

He walked to the door of the lord's hall, knocked on the door, and there was a sound of movement inside, and then the door opened, and it was the dog's door.

"Ah, isn't that the trainer you said, it's Moros, is Moros the black hand?"

With glasses on his nose and a black briefcase in his hand, he looked back at Sherlock and asked.

Dogdan stepped aside, and Moros walked in.

Sherlock was not surprised to see Morros, sitting behind the boss's desk, looking at Moros, and when Moros came in, he asked:

"Sherlock-sama ......"

"Don't ask, I know what you're asking." But Arthur had already stopped Moros, who was about to speak, and continued:

"The [Black Hand] is a high-level combat trainer that I hired with a lot of money, and he is only in our dungeon for a short time, responsible for some assault teaching. And Moros, you, are my very important top-level combat trainer, and you have been in charge of the dungeon's combat teaching for a long time, and the level of the two of you is definitely different. ”

Sherlock said, and took out a nest of licorice from under the table, a small yellow-skinned duck, and a large pile of earthworms:

"You see, the new [Black Hand] I also prepared these things for him, but you are different, Moros, don't think too much about it, go back to work hard, the dungeons of the Eternal Kingdom will always need you."

Moros shouted five words, and then Sherlock said that the blood was surging, and the worry just now was nothing, and he pushed out than Sherlock.

It's just that Moros had just opened the door when he saw a big white goose approaching, and there was a player on the side who wanted to get closer, but the big white goose was so fast that he could even see the afterimage with his mouth stretched out, and after the afterimage, the player lay on his back and fell to the ground.

The big white goose swayed left and right towards Moros, his eyes were sharp, just seeing the mouth of the big white goose, Moros had already felt fear from the depths of his soul, and he trembled and let it aside.

And in the depths of his memory, he finally recalled the origin of this [black hand].

The terrifying, terrifying man whose name he can't even mention, the most ferocious, powerful, and terrifying creature in Winterfell, one of the three bullies, the Great White Goose Black Hand.

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