A treated Ironwood Walking Tree is often as hard as fine steel, far superior to it in terms of willfulness and weight, and is one of the main sources of weapons used in the Dungeon World. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Legend has it that one of the most famous gods in the dungeon world, the Heaven-shattering Thunder Wanjun Stick is made from a fine ironwood walking tree that has grown for hundreds of thousands of years, and is known as the heaviest and hardest weapon in the entire dungeon world.

The light gray ironwood walking tree that was three or five years old was not uncommon in the dungeon world, but the material of the table in front of them was as black as a piece of black jade, and it was obviously more than a thousand years old.

This kind of ironwood walking tree product is very rare even in the dungeon world, but I didn't expect it to appear in a small bar on the surface of this ground, and it was also used to make an ordinary table, which is simply a tyrannical thing!

In fact, if you look around, you will find that all the seats and benches around are made of ironwood walking trees, and none of the ironwood walking trees used are less than 1,000 years old. If you use them to craft weapons, it's easy enough to arm a dungeon tribe with a medium population.

Around the table was a dense crowd of people, of all races, clearly divided into two camps.

On one side are surface races such as dwarves, vampires, and orcs, and on the other side are dungeon world races such as black iron dwarves, minotaurs, and kobolds.

There were even a few cavemen with rickety backs eager to stay on the periphery of the crowd, sticking their heads out to look in, even though they couldn't see anything at all.

The cavemen of the Holy Wind Continent are humanoids endemic to caverns in the dungeon world. They are thinner than the average human, with a rickety back, strong arms, and a small head, with only a slit in the place of their eyes, and almost no vision at all.

Cavemen have a very low status in the dungeon world, and they are almost a fight with the goblins on the surface.

It's just that compared to the goblins that everyone on the surface hates, this caveman is much more popular. Eat less and do more, and have a strong talent for agricultural planting from blood, all of them are good hands in handling crops, but they are small and easy to manage, and they are definitely good candidates as slaves.

Every time the merchants who come to the dungeon world to conduct business activities like to bring some caveman slaves back to the surface, in many places far away from the dungeon world, these noses and ears are large, smell and hearing are very sensitive, can easily distinguish sounds and smells from thousands of kilometers away, the skin is miserable white, and the meek slaves with no hair on their bodies are still welcome.

These are estimated to be the goods brought directly by the returning merchants.

"Colin Spirit, you little legs! In the name of your damn hammer, if you lose to that damn dark-skinned dwarf who comes out of the ground, I curse you that you won't drink fragrant ale for the rest of your life!" said loudly in the crowd of onlookers, a tiger orc with one ear missing, ignoring the angry glances given to him by the dwarves around him.

"Oh, this is going to kill this old guy" The guys around him who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic hurriedly echoed the words.

"Hahahaha!" the grinning boss of the Tiger Orc.

Not to be outdone, the group on the opposite side also began to put pressure on their players.

"Griffin Hammer, you fingerless, abandoned shit! If you lose to that flimpy bastard on the other side, you just throw away the hammer in your hand! Learn from these stupid and ugly cavemen, pick up a hoe and plow your ground!" a black iron dwarf who was a little shorter than Griffin Hammer shouted angrily at Griffin Hammer.

In fact, he was already angry with Griffin Hammer, a fellow who was missing a finger and was banished by the Dark Elves he was loyal to.

The Black Iron Dwarves are most concerned about face, and the Black Iron Dwarves who were expelled like Griffin Hammer are simply a disgrace to the entire Black Iron Dwarf clan.

The most important thing is that this guy who has disgraced the entire Black Iron Dwarf clan and this pretty bearded, damn bastard, may His Majesty the Almighty Earth God sin this bastard thing that disgraces the entire race!

The two of them, who were confronting each other, didn't seem to hear everything that the people around them were saying, and continued to press down on their wrists with all their might, trying to overpower each other.

At first, he still looked down on a weak black iron dwarf Colin Spirits who was missing a finger, and he had the impression that the guys who would be expelled from the family were some useless soft eggs, but then his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he clearly felt an incredible huge force coming from his wrist.

That's a lot of strength!

Under this force, his arm was instantly pressed almost to the table, and the proud surface dwarf hurriedly puffed up all his strength, only to see that his right arm was bulging with green tendons, and the blood vessels were bulging high, and he actually wanted to use his strength to pull back the disadvantage.

"What a strength!", Griffin Hammer was secretly surprised.

"This surface dwarf is superior to me! I have no advantage over him, and I am missing a finger. ”?

Fortunately, in his early years, Griffin Hammer had a superior force application skill than most people think, and Griffin Hammer did not occupy a disadvantage in the scene.

The wrists of the two dwarves were firmly wrenched together, and Colin Spirit's fist was lifted up little by little away from the table, when Griffin Hammer slammed it down.

"This ......"?

Colin Spirit's face was a little ugly, if defeated by a cripple who was missing a finger, a weak and incompetent fellow banished by the family to which he had been loyal. Even if he had a record of defeating many challengers in the past, it would be a stain on him and a laughing stock for him to be ridiculed by everyone in the future.

Colin Spirits roared and continued to try to regain his disadvantage. But Griffin Hammer was no rookie, he was a former master caster, and he was never afraid of anyone when it came to applying force.

Griffin Hammer smiled confidently, and he finally relented as he looked at the face of the dwarf from the surface on the other side who was almost spasmodic from overexertion.

It seems that the kid on the other side, Colin Spirits, is running out of energy.

"It's a win!" thought Griffin Hammer, who even began to take a leisurely look at the faces of the people around him. (To be continued.) )