"Nameless, optimistic about how Tom mined the stone."

A basic tool for mining was in Thom's hand, and the hard ore fell from the walls.

It's a pity that there are no drilling rigs...... Wait a minute! What is a Drilling Rig? Nameless was puzzled by the strange noun that flashed in his head again, and the mining tool in his hand had already adjusted the strength and began to dig.

Bite...... While...... Bite...... while

The monotonous and chaotic sound of mining in the pit gradually stopped. The dwarves all stopped their work, and looked in amazement at Nameless's selfless way of working.

Given that one pickaxe is too slow to mine, Nameless borrows Tom's other pickaxe after a few digs and starts mining with both hands.

With two pickaxes in hand, Nameless waved his two arms like a spinning windmill, quickly attracting the attention of the other dwarves around him.

The dozen or so trucks used to load ore have all been taken over by nameless ore.

"Thom, are you sure you're bringing back a pure human?"

Sam had long since stopped digging, and looked curiously at the nameless man in front of him, who was faster than a dozen dwarves digging together.

"This ...... Should ......"

Click...... Bang Chang ......

The two pickaxes in Nameless's hand snapped off in unison, drawing a graceful parabola in the air and falling to the ground, interrupting Thom's answer.

"Broken ......" looked at the strange red metal ore in front of him in a daze, never realizing that the location of his mining was completely different from the beginning.

At that time, almost all the miners were on the same parallel line, and now the nameless position had advanced a distance of five meters into the wall, far away from the other dwarves who were originally on the parallel line.

"What a big piece of wind and fire copper!" Thom patted Nameless on the back: "The metal extracted from this ore is a little harder than steel, although it can't be compared with the legendary metal, but it is also a high-grade metal." ”

"Really?" Nameless smiled: "I only need to forge a dagger to cut the leather of my prey, and I don't need the rest of the ore." I'll give it all to you. As for the other ores, I will give them to everyone in the village, except for what I need to pay. ”

The dwarves in the pit once again made a noise about Nameless's generosity, and Uncle Sam looked at Nameless for a long time, "It seems that you are really just a hunter, and not a soldier or a ranger who begged me to build a weapon." ”

Nameless chuckled: "I was originally a hunter. ”

"You were a hunter after you were discharged from the army?"

"Discharged?" Nameless once again felt an inexplicable sense of resistance to this word, and after a moment's pause, he said, "I have no experience in the military. ”

"A figure that is more upright than a soldier, but he is not a soldier." Sam shook his head and walked out of the cave, "I'm going to get a little more serious about forging tools today. ”

Thom's eyes shone with excitement, and the light in Nameless' eyes also had a surname of hope, but more of it was a hope that there would not be another defective product that was pulled off by himself.

The dwarves carried the ore back to the village, and many of them came to Nameless's side to persuade the human digger to stay in the village and live together, and some even played the marriage card, wanting to marry their daughter to Nameless to keep the honest and generous young man.

Nameless smiled bitterly and declined these invitations, for another village needed itself more than a dwarven village.

Bite...... While...... Bite...... while

The sound of hammers striking metal can be heard everywhere in the dwarven villages, and the dwarves have never been more serious about crafting each hammer in order to create the weapons that the nameless need, and for the sake of the reputation of the dwarves.

Under Thom's explanation, Nameless realized that it would take more than a day or two to create a truly high-quality tool, whether it was a weapon or a hoe.

In a huge village, everyone except Nameless is seriously building the tools he needs. In this way, the daily food needs of the entire village naturally fell on the shoulders of the nameless person.

Thankfully, Nameless's hunting skills are extremely high, and the dwarven village has a large number of traps such as traps to help Nameless. A dwarven village of hundreds of people relied on his hard work to hunt and feed this group of dwarves for a week.

In addition to hunting, when the nameless is bored, he will stand beside the dwarves and quietly watch them forge tools. Whenever Nameless stood next to Uncle Sam and watched him forge weapons, Sam would always talk to himself, constantly talking about the things that need to be paid attention to when forging, as well as various forging techniques, including everything needed to forge a real artifact.

Nameless just listened quietly, never asking questions, and Sam just kept talking, never asking Nameless if he understood.

Nameless also wondered why he listened to Sam's story, and immediately learned everything the other party said. Even the hammer that had never been touched, Nameless had a feeling that if he picked up a hammer and forged tools, although not as handy as Sam, he should be able to forge good tools, better tools than those used by the people of his own village.

The sun sets, the moon rises in the east, and when night falls, Nameless returns to the dwarven village with two boars on his shoulder. Even if he is physically strong, his body feels a lot of fatigue under the busy week.

The tinkling of tinkling iron objects these days had long since stopped, and the dwarves were excitedly standing in the center of the village with their highest masterpiece of all these years, waiting for the nameless return.

"Nameless! Try Uncle Kara's wide-backed elongated hunting knife! This is much better than the quality of the battle knives of the average general of the Divine Dragon Empire! ”

"Nameless! Try Uncle Jesta's thirty finger darts, even if the ogre encounters it, you can easily shoot through it with your strange power! ”

"Nameless! Hunting can actually be very dangerous sometimes, so it's better to wear this set of velociraptor skin metal close-fitting soft armor from Aunt Ram! ”

The dwarves were shouting and shouting, bags of hollow iron bullets, and well-made throwing guns...... All kinds of dwarves' best crafts appeared in front of the nameless.

Uncle Sam looked at Nameless with a smug smile, and there was a pitch-black longbow on the stone table beside him, and there were many strange patterns on the bow, although Nameless didn't know what it was for, but he also knew that such ugly carved patterns should not be used for decoration.

Draw the bow and take the arrow.

"Whoosh"

The arrows left the bowstring, and few people could see the shadow of the arrows, almost at the same time as the bowstring was released, the arrows had been nailed to the humanoid arrow target five hundred steps away, and the iron armor made by the dwarves did not play its due defensive role, and the arrows released by the nameless shot pierced the humanoid arrow target wearing iron armor.

The dwarves were dumbfounded, many dwarves in the village had tried to pull the longbow not long ago, not to mention that the bow was full, even if no one pulled half of it. Although Nameless's strength was great, everyone still felt a little unbelievable that he could fill the entire bow so easily, and it was even more unthinkable to shoot through the iron-clad arrow target five hundred paces away.

Sam smiled and handed Nameless a pot of elongated special arrows: "The body of the arrow is made of steel, and the arrow velociraptor teeth, remember to recycle this pot." ”

"Good Bow ......" Nameless has come into contact with the dwarves these days, and knows that the one who makes metal into a bow that is not easy to break, and the entire dwarven village can only be done by Sam.

Sam chuckled lightly and whispered to himself, "The few pieces of concentrate brought back from Ironforge Fort have been used, although they can't reach the level of artifacts, they are rare in the world, and they are naturally good bows." ”

"Nameless! It's time to try our weapons! The dwarves came to their senses and hung all the tools they had built on Nameless's body. These dwarves are also masters of crafting, so they naturally know where the weapon is usually hung, and the owner of the weapon is more comfortable to use.

After the dwarves were carefully groomed, Nameless had eight throwing javelins stuck behind him, a bag of hollow iron bullets hanging from his waist, and thirty darts lined up closely around the dwarves' waist. Broad-backed swords, swords, throwing hammers...... All kinds of weapons hang on Nameless's body, and in a way, Nameless is simply a moving arsenal.

One of the dwarves said with pity: "Alas! As soon as the name is gone, when will we be able to eat that delicious barbecue. ”

When the dwarves heard this, they also sighed. These words, the nameless barbecue completely conquered the stomach of every dwarf in the entire dwarf village.

Sam patted Nameless on the stomach and smiled, "Let's go, the minerals you dug are enough to exchange the prey for all this." It is impossible for a person like you to die in the mountains and forests without a name. If you leave the Great Khing'an Mountains, go to the Iron Fort when you have time, and I believe that someone will receive you. ”

"Leaving the Great Khing'an Mountains?" Nameless smiled and shook his head, "I didn't think about leaving the forest. ”

"The world is impermanent, young people want to see you again, and the cunning of the world has not dusted your heart." Sam looked at the back of the nameless person and whispered to himself.

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