Yang Zheng looked at everything around him again, and inexplicably felt that Lao Fei's goods were not all reckless attributes.

At least this art cell is promoted.

Oh, and this full girl's heart, and the level is not low!

That's not right, the planet-level coverage ability, even if it explodes in a short time, this has to be a seven-star or even eight-star demigod-level strength, right?

Now Asgard's strongest Odin is only at the peak of six stars, how did Asgard suppress Jotunheim with this damnish gap?

Yang Zheng asked with suspicion: "No, Lao Fei is so strong, will he still be suppressed by Asgard?" He could have ended the fight alone. ”

Claire replied with a smile: "This kind of ability is not something that can be used casually, and it will definitely take a long time to prepare."

With this time, Heimdall can already let us take a walk around the Nine Realms.

Moreover, the Rainbow Bridge is also much stronger than the Ancient Ice Coffin. ”

Does it hurt to shake too much before casting?

In the distance, a group of soldiers who had been following him, one of the captains suddenly ran forward, knelt on one knee, knelt in front of the two, and said:

"Second Highness, it's time to go back, the frost giant's side has started attacking again."

This captain's name is Weber, and since he was transferred to protect Yang Zheng a few days ago, he has never given Yang Zheng a face.

Well, the whole team of eleven people has a black face, not just for him, but for anyone.

However, their etiquette or something is in place.

After a few days of getting along, Yang Zheng no longer cares about the other party's attitude.

How to say it, this guy is completely a soldier, the kind of soldier who lives with honor and loyalty in ancient times.

The reason for the lack of good face, Yang Zheng can guess.

probably felt that they were drawn away from the front line and ran to protect a royal family, or a royal family who was smiling on the battlefield, so that they did not have any honor.

However, the loyalty carved into his bones made him not say no.

"Let's go, go back, Lao Fei estimated that he drove the ice beast to harass again." Yang Zheng got up, patted the ice slag on his body, and walked towards the camp.

Yang Zheng was originally very curious about the ancient battlefield, a group of people going into battle with bare necks, and wanted to see the epic picture, after all, he had only seen it in movies and television before.

However, in the past few days, I lost interest after watching it twice on the edge of the battlefield.

Without him, there weren't a few frost giants at all, and every time it was a group of ice beasts to harass, it was still the kind of existence that didn't have frost giants.

For the Aesir Protoss, who has experienced a hundred battles, it is completely chopping melons and vegetables, not only Odin, but even Yang Zheng can see that Lao Fei should be pregnant.

......

Back at the camp, sure enough, it was a slaughterhouse-like picture again, what kind of battlefield it was, and I didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Lao Fei's gourd.

Yang Zheng came to his own forging room, in the past few days, Yang Zheng has made a lot of iron according to his memory, all of which are ordinary items, nothing worth paying attention to.

Casting five times a day, Yang Zheng also used a lot of loot that looked very good to recast.

However, there are no boutiques.

This made Yang Zheng understand that materials account for a large part of the quality grade of the finished product, and it also requires a certain amount of luck.

After all, a boutique represents an extraordinary item.

In the forging room, there are already three people waiting, and all three of them have unlucky expressions on their faces, and this situation has become a normal picture these days.

This is Yang Zheng looking for Odin, who is begging for repair benefits.

Ask to give him the repair quota that the battlefield forger should have, the current Asgard belongs to the psionic era, and the weapon damage can only be dealt with by the forger.

The damage of psionic weapons cannot be solved by a few taps on your own.

For the sake of his last wish, to become a recognized god of forging, and to reverse the public impression is something that Yang Zheng must deal with at the moment.

However, after a few days, Yang Zheng found that the original owner was really okay.

From Odin to miscellaneous soldiers, almost everyone knows his forging name, but it's all a negative impression.

This prestige, the original owner simply spared no effort to brush up.

So much so that every time it was Yang Zheng's turn to repair the quota, he was an unlucky guy with a black face in the lottery.

Even if Yang Zheng has completed the task very well in the past few days, he has not changed much of his impression.

"Tell me, what are you going to repair?" Yang Zheng looked at the trio.

The three of them looked at each other, and none of them wanted to be the first to come.

In the end, among the three, the shorter one, under the threat of the eyes of the two, stepped forward and said worriedly:

"Second Highness, my weapon has a little problem, it's just that there is a small gap, you can make up for it for me casually, don't be too fine, just hold it for three or five days."

On the battlefield, there is no major problem with weapons, and every five days, as long as you have experienced battle, you can apply for a maintenance repair.

Obviously, this guy is playing with the idea that next time it won't be so unlucky.

Yang Zheng is no longer surprised by this situation, who called him 'famous' far and wide now.

casually glanced at the knife in the other party's hand, it was a knife of ordinary material and very popular, and the tip of the knife was missing a small piece.

The material is ordinary, the forging is ordinary, the quality can be imagined, I don't know how to waste the number of forgings, and I will repair it manually.

In an instant, Yang Zheng lost interest.

"Throw it away, I'll get it for you later, and I'll get it in two hours." Yang Zheng said casually.

The other party was pleasantly surprised, in the past few days, Yang Zheng's work process has been clearly understood by the soldiers in the camp, and everyone knows it very well.

This situation shows that His Highness is not interested, and will only deal with it formulaically, and no strange things will happen.

For the prestige of the Second Highness, those who come here hope that their dinner guys will not be taken seriously.

The remaining two should be very familiar, you stare at me, I stare at you, and neither of them will step forward first.

Yang Zheng looked at the two of them with really rich expressions, coughed, and said, "You two, what's wrong with your eyes?" Why don't I fix it for you? ”

Among the two, the one who was obviously well-equipped directly flew out and kicked the person who was staring at him forward.

The soldier stumbled unexpectedly, glared back at the other man, and then took out a small hammer hidden in his back.

It was a sea urchin-like spike with several spikes broken on it.

He said carefully: "Second Highness, in fact, there is nothing wrong with me, I will go down, and I can use it for a few days."

Look, why don't we forget it today? ”

Yang Zheng still glanced at it casually, and said, "Throw it away, I'll deal with it later." ”

Although it didn't meet expectations, the man breathed a sigh of relief.

Now only the man who was much better equipped was left, and the man was watched by the three of them, so he could only bite the bullet, stepped forward, and took out three short sticks from his back.

The short stick is silvery-white, with complex patterns on it, with a unique artistic atmosphere, and it can be seen that this is a fine product without forging experience.