Chapter 688: join in the fun

"Who are you? Why haven't I heard of you?" When the Black Antelope tribe and others were in doubt, a group of figures came out of the darkness, and the headed figure asked in doubt.
"But a priest with a scepter, can you know everything?" Cook swiped the big sword in his hand and replied angrily.
Cook's answer obviously stunned the other party. You must know that in the underground world, the Temple of God of War, even if it is not the most powerful organization, is one of them, and as a priest of the scepter, it can be said that he is already a small part of the top of power. Human, that is, knowing that the blood wolf is going to attack this place, I came here.
Of course, the goal of the God of War Temple is not the Blood Wolf Thieves Group, but the Warcraft Rain here. Yes, the fact that the Black Gazelle tribe dropped thousands of low-level warcraft has been passed on very far. It just so happens that this scepter priest is also working nearby, so I rushed here right away. Of course, there is no need to say how powerful the followers of the Scepter Priest are. Look at the dwarves riding the intermediate beast mounts, the orc guards, and the shiny plate armor. They are obviously forged by the dwarven master forge. The boutique.
"Bold!" a follower next to him shouted loudly.
"Boom! What did you say?" Cook swung the big sword in his hand heavily, and the ground shook a bit, and then a large pit of several meters appeared. In fact, Cook didn't use much power, he relied on the big sword. All the weight is gathered to the effect produced by the tip of the sword.
"Woohoo!" Not only was the high-level monster mount under the scepter priest, but the intermediate-level monster mounts of the few followers next to him were scared and screamed back a few steps, while the lower-level monster mounts behind them even more. He almost fell to the ground by his mount.
"Your Excellency, we have no intention of being an enemy of you." The scepter priest hurriedly said loudly. If the 16-meter-long sword is swung over, I am afraid that he cannot resist it.
"You have knowledge!" Cook said disdainfully.
"Are you provocative?" a majestic dwarf walked out of the darkness and asked in a low voice.
When Cook saw the look of the dwarf, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Raging dwarf?"
Berserkers are dwarves who can be berserk. In fact, many races on the mainland can be berserk, but the chance of berserker is very low. In humans, there is a kind of berserker. Both berserkers and barbarians live on the plateau. In this berserker tribe, the number of people who can be berserk accounts for about half of the tribe's population, but those who are sober berserk are relatively rare.
However, the proportion of sober berserk among orcs is very high. Although dwarves have the existence of berserk dwarves according to legend, the chance is too low, but one thing is that the chance of sober berserk is very high, almost 90. % Above, but the number of madness is very small, so it doesn't have much effect.
According to his own research, Cook found that whether madness is awake or not is mainly related to mental power. Just like his own madness, his mind has always been very clear, but Cook can feel that this madness is to stimulate the potential of the body. Weakness is certain afterwards. If sober madness will take the initiative to calm down when it feels that the body can’t bear it. Even so, there will be a period of weakness. Of course, this madness time is related to physical fitness, just like Cook II. This madness lasts for a day at all, but the average is only ten or twenty minutes, half an hour is very remarkable.
"Huh?" The dwarf was obviously surprised when he heard Cook's words. You must know that the berserk dwarf warrior exists only a few people know, but it was unexpected that people who appeared in this remote place would know it.
"Haha, I didn't expect to see Dao violent dwarves, but the number is definitely not much." Cook laughed, but said with some regret.
"You, you are provocative." The violent dwarf shouted with red eyes.
"Boom!" With a loud noise, Cook threw the big sword in his hand directly in front of the violent dwarf.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu of the demon sheep mount, this is frightened.
"Do you pick up this big sword first?" Cook's voice came through the smoke.
"Huh!" The violent dwarf jumped down, kicked the mount angrily, and then stepped forward to take the big sword.
"Impossible, this is impossible!" But when the violent dwarf glanced at the two-handed sword, he exclaimed, and then directly dropped the weapon in his hand under everyone's surprised eyes, and then bent down and licked and touched again. of.
"It's impossible, how can this be done?" The violent dwarf was almost completely attached to the big sword, his face full of incredible.
Cook was also taken aback, but then Cook understood that, because this great sword had just been forged, several master forging masters of the dwarf kingdom, and even the master forging, were very surprised, and finally shocked the two masters of forging. After that, he shook his head, saying that he didn't have the ability to forge it out.
It’s a master forging, a level nine professional, but this great sword is forged with a forging hammer weighing tens of tons, and at level 9 we can say that we can swing these forging hammers weighing tens of tons, but this great sword is forged. Thousands of times, and each forging hammer requires at least tens of thousands of consecutive swings. Is this what the master forging can do?
"Cough!" The scepter priest coughed twice.
Cook looked at the scepter priest with his head tilted, and then asked, "Mastiff?"
Yes, this scepter priest looks like a mastiff, but just after Cook finished asking, the scepter priest said furiously: "I am a liger! Not a mastiff!"
"Oh, then the blood is too close." Cook immediately understood.
The scepter priest's face was pale, although what Cook said was true, he himself was a descendant of similar blood, and it was impossible for the Lion Clan to combine with the Tiger Clan, and the probability of dementia for the offspring was very high.
Cook ignored the question after asking. Instead, Cook looked at the berserk dwarf with interest. In comparison, a berserk dwarf is more attractive than a scepter priest, because Cook wants to find the reason for the dwarf berserk.
As for the priest of the scepter, Cook can only say a word, and a dozen is possible. To be honest, with the strong support of Cook, the number of priests in the Temple of War God currently controlled by Umei has shown a geometric increase because of the presence of the shadow crystal. That’s why Wu Mei teaches war songs and war dances. It’s extraordinarily easy. If you can’t learn it at a time, watch it a few more times. If you don’t have enough war songs, then you can cooperate with the war dance and you can still display the aura. Yes, the explosive period of priest development is approaching.
"How is this done? How is this done?" The violent dwarf charged up to Cook and asked loudly.
"Why should I tell you?" Cook looked unfamiliar with us.
"You, what do you want, gems, gold, as long as you say it, I will give it to you?" The violent dwarf jumped up and asked loudly.
"Do you want to know?" Cook walked over, picked up the big sword, and asked with a smile.
"Ahem, Lord Donuman..." The scepter priest felt very inappropriate from Cook's smile. You must know that the identity of this violent dwarf is not simple, and it is not his own follower, although it is in his own follower. There are also dwarves, but the berserk dwarves are the treasure of the dwarves, and in the underground world, the strength of the dwarves is the first, because the dwarves are not only high in strength, but also master the source of weapons.
"Think, this is almost an iron crystal that has been forged from white iron. How did this happen?" Donuman ignored the scepter priest and asked loudly.
"Wow!" When the dwarves behind heard this, they all slipped off their mounts and swarmed up to watch Cook's great sword.
"Really incredible?"
"Look at this pattern, shit, what a big hammer is this?"
"That is, from the size of the pattern, this hammer is at least two to three meters in size and diameter."
"Huh, you just have this vision. Seeing this pattern is not. I'm sure the hammer is almost a few seconds, and the time is very even. Seeing that there is no distance between the patterns, this is called level."
"Hmph, you are all wrong. I think the most important thing about this big sword is such a large size. It is forged without any flaws. Moreover, it needs to be forged thousands of times at least, and the time cannot be too long. , It seems to be continuously built."
"Tsk tusk, this is a baby, no one here can forge it yet, right?"
When the dwarves talked about it, it must be said that the dwarves are all proficient in forging. Although the level is different, there is no problem with vision.
"Shut up!!!" Donuman yelled, and the surrounding dwarves shut up quickly.
"Hehe, you guessed it right, this was forged with a heavy 30-ton hammer, and forged more than one thousand one hundred times." Cook looked at Donuman staring straight at himself, hehe smiled Replied.
"impossible?"
"Does it use machinery, but machinery can't make a 30-ton hammer swing tens of millions of times, it's worn out?"
"Hmph, you know what a shit, if you build such a machine with magical metals like fine gold, can't you make it?"
"You got kicked by a sheep?"
"That is, have you ever counted, how much fine gold do you need to dope?"
"That's right, do you do this when your brain is sick?"
The dwarves quarreled again, and Cook was stunned. He didn't expect that the dwarves were not fools.
"Beep! Beep! Clang, Clang, Clang!" At this moment, a loud beep sounded.
"Steam engine?" Cook watched five crawler-like vehicles suddenly stop in front of his people, and misty steam came out of these vehicles. The vehicles were more than three meters long and two meters wide, which gave people a feeling. Just like a tractor, but there are a few gnomes on the vehicle.
"Sure enough, it's steam powered." Cook found out with a sweep of his mental strength, and there were crossbows on this vehicle, which was actually driven by steam.
"Haha, Your Excellency Donuman, I don't know what I have gained this time, the blood wolf thieves group will be destroyed by you, have something come out quickly, I will not treat people badly." A dwarf jumped. The rest of the dwarves were on guard in the vehicle. Cook saw someone coming down to add fuel. To Cook’s surprise, the fuel here is not coal, magic crystals or the like, but a kind of gray Something, Cook became curious again.
"Lulu, you profiteer, you dwarf are all a business." The priest of the scepter first laughed and cursed.
"Haha, thanks for the compliment, our dwarf chamber of commerce is the largest chamber of commerce. There is nothing we can't sell, and there is nothing we can't buy." Lulu laughed.
"My God, my God, this is a perfect artwork?" Lulu finally saw the two-handed sword surrounded by dwarves, and the short figure jumped up and moved forward to stroke the sword.
"Go away, go away!"
"Who are you, so rough?"
"Dwarfs are not good things, profiteers! You insulted this sword by touching this sword!"
"Yes!"
But before Lulu got closer, he was pushed out by a group of dwarves, and Cook smiled. It seems that the relationship between the dwarves and the dwarves is not very harmonious here.
"What you said is true?" Donuman stared at Cook and asked word by word.
"Of course, do I have to lie?" Cook nodded and replied.
"I would like to meet the person who built this equipment, please mention it if you have any requirements!" Donuman said, patting his chest.
"Do you really want to see?" Cook asked with a weird face.
"Yeah!" Donuman nodded vigorously and replied.
"Then you have to swear that you can't tell what you see!" Cook laughed secretly, and finally someone took the initiative to get arrested. Cook didn't expect that a gap could be opened by a mistake. He was still worried about what happened. The fourth level of the world has opened up, and no one will come to the door.
"I Donuman, Chini Rosse..." Donuman swore immediately, then looked at Cook.
Cook pointed to Dajian and asked, "I put this thing here, right?"
"It's okay, I promised by Donuman." Donuman immediately patted his chest and replied. Donuman muttered in his heart that this sword is for others, and others may not be able to take it away. Just kidding, I just tried it myself. , I didn't even move.
"Well, come with me, Black Antelope, look at the door." Cook walked straight into the Black Antelope Clan’s discussion hall, which is actually a larger cave, where the affairs of the clan are usually handled. Fat was watching.
Then Cook directly took out the single teleportation formation in front of Donuman in the conference hall, adjusted the teleportation point under Donuman's wide-open eyes, and activated it.
"This, this is the magic teleportation array?" Donuman stammered.
"You swear!" Cook reminded meaningfully.
"Let's go!" Cook let Donuman go in first, and then Cook went in again.
Everyone looked at the door of the discussion hall curiously. After half an hour passed, Cook walked out with a smile, and Donuman's face was very complicated, and the look in Cook's eyes was a bit resentful, yes, it was a resentment.
Donuman saw dozens of tons of accessories constantly changing shapes under the huge forging hammer, and something made of 3,000 tons of white iron, which is 3,000 tons of white iron, Donuman wanted to join him immediately, but he was helpless. It was Donuman who discovered how terrifying the power in this little human body was, and he was carried back like a chicken.
"Cook!!!" Donuman shouted bitterly.
"Stop! Stop! Now that you're done, you can go." Cook took the big sword again and swung it in a circle.
"Ahem, then go..." The scepter priest of the liger tribe immediately nodded and said, facing a pervert like Cook, the scepter priest has nothing to do.
"No, although the Blood Wolf Thieves Group has been wiped out, the Thieves Alliance will definitely come for revenge. We need to defend the safety here." Donuman denied it.
"Yes, we want to defend here." The rest of the dwarves replied suddenly.
Lulu was discussing with the black antelope clan chief and others in a low voice. Obviously, Lulu was also for the harvest of the black antelope. Cook turned a blind eye, while Donuman stared at Cook with fiery eyes.
Cook was staring at him and was hairy, and Donuman regretted it now. Why didn't he think that he would actually return to the ground just now. The sunshine on the ground and the air on the ground should be fresher, Donuman regrets it now. I had known to look at the sun more, but then Donuman thought that Cook had a magic teleportation array. Once there was no second time, Donuman made up his mind to follow Cook~www.mtlnovel. com~ What about people, where about people? "At this moment, someone shouted loudly outside the Black Antelope.
"What are you doing?" The black antelope chief stood on the wall. The dwarves, dwarves, and even the scepter priests all entered the tribe, and the tribe had walls. The black antelope chief didn't care about these people like Cook.
"We are here to collect taxes." The visitor replied loudly.
"Tax?" The patriarch of the Black Ling clan was puzzled.
"We are in a lava town. According to the regulations, you need to pay taxes for hunting." The visitors are a group of pigeons, about a dozen people, all wearing leather armor and equipped with bows and arrows. Such equipment is already considered in the underground world. Medium level.
"Lava Town? We already paid taxes, so why do we need to collect them?" the patriarch of the Black Antelope clan shouted.
"It's the opposite, we have the mayor's order." The Pigman shouted sharply.
Cook heard clearly inside the wall, so he asked Donuman, "What is the tax?"