Dark Savages Come To the United States - Chapter 10 Interlude in the Long Forge

In fact, in addition to superb skills, forging requires a lot of patience and a strong enough physique.

Otherwise, the blacksmith who will fall in this ordeal will not have to expect any results.

But for Bourkesso, forging is just like playing around with him, like the material refining that is going on now, maybe it can be said to be a kind of relaxation?

"The fifteenth piece of metal."

Burkeseau silently counted the metal blocks that he had finished refining.

According to his estimation, the heavy weapon called "Blood of the Warriors of Bulkesso" would require about thirty pieces of metal material.

As for the materials that add magical power, it is not yet time to add them.

After all, forging is never something that can be done in a short period of time, and the goal of this forging is the weapon he wants to use, so he has to prepare more carefully.

The sky gradually became dark during the forging process, and the Supreme Mage did not know when he left this small blacksmith shop.

Maybe she was busy again.

"Guardian of the world? What a great title." Bourkesso said in a mocking tone.

Bourkessel once had a similar title, but in the face of death, no matter how great a strong man is, he will appear very powerless.

Maybe a dead life can have a chance to overcome death, but Burkeseau has no idea of ​​verifying this kind of thing.

The food on the table has cooled down, and although it is in a high temperature environment, it still retains some heat.

But the bread is sandwiched with sliced ​​meat and vegetables, and it never pays attention to the taste.

And the barbarians are not a group that pursues the ultimate delicacy. For them, as long as they can eat their stomachs, it is enough.

With a sound of "bang!", the door of Bourkessel's blacksmith shop was opened in an almost arrogant way. ,

A black-skinned guy in a jacket swaggered in.

"What do you need?"

Burkeseau was holding the sandwich in his thick palms, and it seemed that the food was very petite.

As for the way to open the door, Burkeseau didn't care.

When he was still a recruit, the strong and heavy wooden doors on the holy mountain of Harrogath, if he wanted to open them, he had to use such methods as ramming.

For Bourkesso, breaking the door to enter the room is the most common situation, because most of the time there is only a large group of demons waiting behind the door.

Who cares what the devil thinks? Politely opening the door is even more of a joke.

It's really hard to make his heart flutter about just kicking in the door.

"The barbarian's hammer? What's the name? Have you got permission to set up shop here?"

This guy speaks in that arrogant tone, and he doesn't look like a strong man at all, no matter which world he is in.

This guy is obviously not a guest, Bourkesso already understands.

Standing up, Bulkesso was more than two meters tall, and his sturdy muscles covered with scars fell into this guy's eyes.

"So, you are here to make trouble."

Bourkesso put the last bit of food into his mouth, clapping his hands in fear and walking towards this rampant guy.

Since he stepped into the battlefield, he has never seen anyone dare to challenge him.

Even those **** demon kings will give respect to the brave, and being provoked is a novel experience for him.

When Bourkesso's sturdy, non-human body walked towards the guy, the guy was already shivering.

This **** might be a member of some gang, and he might even have a few lives in his hands.

But that experience wasn't enough to make him fearless in the face of the barbarian king, even if he pulled out a pistol.

"You stop!"

The gangster said in a trembling voice, the pistol was held in his hand like a burning stick, and he even forgot to turn on the safety in his panic.

Looking at Bourkesso, who was two heads taller than him, and the body covered with scars, the thug began to regret why he didn't observe the situation inside before uttering nasty words.

"Is this a firearm? I know them and I'm a little curious, but you picked up a weapon and faced me, it's not a simple provocation that can explain it."

To take up arms and face the barbarians is a declaration of battle.

No matter how weak the opponent is, the barbarian will face this battle squarely.

But whether the barbarians will use all their strength is another matter.

It's as if the human beings in this world would not pick up a gun just to kill an ant that can be seen everywhere.

A savage wouldn't kill a weakling who couldn't even rub off his oily skin.

"Then go to Marthael to repent!"

Burkeseau has no interest in the purpose of this gangster, nor does he care about the so-called "trouble" that may arise.

In his eyes, the guardian of this world, the Supreme Mage, is just a little skilled mage, so there is no one who can defeat him in this world.

The sturdy big hand swiped at the bastard's head, as if driving away those troublesome flying insects.

Although barbarians are masters of using weapons, fighting with bare hands is definitely no match for monks who specialize in boxing, but this guy is just a weak person who can't even defeat a zombie. This is enough.

Bourcasso's hand landed on the round head, and he heard a muffled sound like a watermelon popping.

A decapitated head fell to the ground, and the blood spread.

"I'm not good at cleaning, it's a little troublesome."

Bourkesso looked at the messy ground and had a headache.

If it is on the holy mountain of Harrogath, the land will contain the corpse, and then return to this world as the power of nature.

But now, he could only lift the back collar of the corpse, and then threw it into the still burning furnace.

The flame ignited the grease, making a crackling sound, along with the stench that acts on the soul.

"Well, it tastes a bit like those chops from hell."

Bourkessel bit the tip of his tongue, took a sip of fine wine, and muttered to himself with some reminiscence.

Then he reached out and dug out a large handful of charcoal ashes from the bottom of the furnace, and sprinkled it on the ground to cover up the blood.

"That's fine."

Burkeseau looked at the picture in front of him, which was no different from his perception of cleanliness, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Food, it doesn't seem to be enough."

Burkeseau sat on the ground and said while looking at the vigorously burning fire in front of him.

Smelling the stench of the charred corpse made him recall the days when the demons were inexhaustibly slaughtered. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

But there is still hunger.

These days, he doesn't sell anything at all.

The "toys" he forged were given to those weak mages, and the money was spent by him two days ago.

"I hope the gold coins on my body can be used, at least I can exchange for some food."

Seeing that the fire began to weaken, a large handful of golden coins appeared in Bourkessel's hand.

The gold coins are bare and have no patterns.

After all, in that precarious world, the role of human beings as a stable currency is enough.

There is no need to put any anti-counterfeiting marks on the coins at all. When the survival of human beings is a problem, if someone goes to open a gold mine and mint coins, that is his ability.

In the world of Diablo, the strong naturally possess inexhaustible wealth.

The flame was finally about to burn out, and the corpse also had nothing left under the high temperature.

Only in this not very ventilated blacksmith shop, there is some terrible smell that indicates what is going on here.

Bourkessel opened the door and hung a huge iron lock on the door that he made easily.

There is nothing special about this lock, it only needs to be pulled vigorously to both sides.

There is absolutely no technical content at all, but for the thieves in this world, this lock may be a natural moat that they can't get through no matter what method they use.

Who can be as powerful as a barbarian?

There is no Crusader profession in this world, and even the power of a monk cannot open the lock.

Then there is no safer place in this world than using this lock to get a room, unless those guys use the barbarian way of opening the door.