The bronze-level tree spirit has lived for more than a hundred years, which can be regarded as insightful.

The handprint of the [Wonderful Hand Rejuvenation Yang Doctor] is the sign language used by the Gray Moon Alliance, the most notorious among the human race.

The meaning seems to be: Haha, you are an idiot, just flicker around twice and take it seriously.

But [Doctor Yang] stopped suddenly, and now it was a bit puzzling to sign to it.

If you scold people, you will scold people, but what does it mean to be fooling later?

Could it be that he was fooling the trees by pretending to be surrounded just now?

So now it's time to call in reinforcements to fight back?

No, it's been clearly explored around here, and there are absolutely no other humans other than this team.

Just as the Bronze-level Tree Spirit was puzzled, a dazzling red light lit up from [Doctor Yang]'s scepter.

A huge sense of threat enveloped the pursuing tree spirits, and the old tree, which had just thought about the problem, saw the threat coming, and quickly dodged to the place where it felt safe.

Red light erupted along the front of the scepter, and the tree spirits along its path were reduced to nothing, and the rest that were not directly hit were also affected, and the body was scorched and lost its vitality.

In the end, only the old tree survived, but it was also a dead tree, and it was just a little bit of a suffrage.

Several people who were still on the run heard the movement behind them and looked back one after another.

The galloping footsteps stopped, and even the goblin who had just been knocked unconscious was awakened by this blow.

There were no tree spirits there, and all that was left was a blackened stone forest.

"I don't use this big move early." [Huang Feiyu] walked to [Doctor Yang], only to see him covered in blood and embarrassed, "Are you okay?" ”

"I can't die~" [Doctor Yang] slowly recovered from his injuries.

After waking up, the Goblin Craftsman also gradually recovered from the influence of the cult, and was collecting materials with a smirk on his face.

……

As the four of them returned to the cavern with the Goblin Tinkerer, Luthor probed the Goblin Tinkerer's mood curve.

Just looking at the first half, this team is a pit dad squad, they don't care about the emotions of the goblin craftsman at all, and they go all the way down, from calm to nervous, and from nervous to scared, and even afraid.

But the second half is a little peculiar.

To achieve this condition, it needs to be extremely panicked or nervous and then extremely comfortable or excited.

Combining the two, it's hard not to think about it.

Luthor glanced at a few people, pulled the goblin craftsman to one place and whispered, "Are you alright?" What did they do to you? Don't be afraid, say it and I'll call the shots for you! ”

"I'm fine, I'm fine! I'm getting better! They didn't do anything to me. ”

The Goblin Craftsman looks refreshed, and no matter how you look at it, you don't want to feel like you've just experienced a big ups and downs.

"Are you sure?" Luther looked puzzled and looked up and down at the Goblin Craftsman in front of him.

"It's really okay, I'll have to act with them in the future." The Goblin Craftsman became more and more excited, and his face flushed involuntarily.

Luthor knew it in his heart, as if he understood the reason, but on the surface he still pretended to be puzzled, "Huh? Why? ”

"I just think they're easy to get along with, they talk nicely, and staying with them is like coming home."

Goblin Craftsmen dance.

"Is this, so? It's good if you're happy. Remember, I will always be your back, and you can always talk to me if you have any questions. Luthor asked no more.

When [Feng has gone crazy] appeared in front of the Goblin Tinkerer again, the Goblin Tinkerer cried bitterly, "Wow! Guide, it turns out that you are not dead, I thought you became fertilizer in the gray stone forest. ”

"What the hell?" Fen Madness intertwined the snot with tears, and the Goblin Craftsman, who was wiping his face with his pants, pulled it off his trouser leg.

"My name is Diba, and I will be your exclusive craftsman in the future, don't look at me as if I am skilled, in fact, I am a hammer thief! The equipment you have created is absolutely rare in the world. ”

Goblin Diba introduced himself.

"Huh?"

Everyone looked at each other and looked at Dibba with suspicion.

"Are you sure?" Physician Yang asked.

"Trust me!" Dibba patted his chest and said righteously.

[Doctor Yang] looked at its words, and the goblin craftsmen in my memory were also very stable, and those goblins who like to talk big and bluff are not qualified to become craftsmen, so let's just believe his empty words.

"Then you can make three rune armors for us first." [Doctor Yang] handed over all the contribution points.

"Okay!" Dibba wields a hammer and arrives at the furnace.

A lot of material was thrown into it and smelted together.

[Doctor Yang] I remember that in the past, goblin craftsmen used to smelt materials one by one, so why did this one not take the usual path, and it was a pot of ends.

Molten iron is poured into the mold, and after condensation, the Goblin Craftsman immediately tempers it.

"Bell! Clang! "The refining hammer strikes on the shaped metal block.

Whether Dibba is tempering, grinding, and refining, his movements are wide open and closed, which is completely different from the careful goblin craftsmen around him.

After a sweaty operation, it brought out a piece of blackened metal.

"Put it on and try it~" Dibba said happily.

[Doctor Yang] is full of black lines, can this thing be worn?

You can't even see the shape of the armor.

"Are you kidding me?" Doctor Yang pointed to the unidentified object.

"Ah~ This is not refined." Dibba seemed to see what it was making, "You wait~ I will succeed next time!" ”

Before [Doctor Yang] could stop it, Dibba had already begun to smelt the second set of materials.

It's the familiar process again, and it's the familiar percussion sound.

A brand new scrap was made from it again.

"Are you taking revenge on me?" [Doctor Yang] looked angry.

"Oops, what's going on, you wait!" Dibba ran to [Feng has gone crazy], "Show me your cult book again, I have seen the cult book before, and there is infinite inspiration in my head, but if I don't look at it for a while, the inspiration is gone." ”

The cultist who was keen on proselytizing [Feng has gone crazy] immediately handed it "The Self-cultivation of Cultists".

Dibba flipped through it, nodded repeatedly, and ran to the furnace with a smirk.

[Doctor Yang] crossed his hands on his hips, and had already made a decision in his heart, if this thing was to refine his materials again, he would send it back to the arms of the evil god on the spot.

The same flow, the same knocking.

[Doctor Yang] couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and just as he was about to turn into a self-destructing truck and replace the goblin cave to the limit, the rune armor tempered by Dibba emitted a burst of golden glittering light.

"What is this? Golden Legends! ”