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Seeing that Tulakov was in a rage and left impatiently with the sandworm pliers, we couldn't do anything about him. This guy is like this, he can't stop when he encounters something that interests him.
Putting the classified weapons and equipment aside, we quickly picked up the rest of the pliers materials and followed. In the distance, we could only see Tulakov's tiny back. When we followed his footsteps to the trading market , Tulakov has already chatted with a blacksmith, who I know, and is one of the outstanding blacksmiths in Rogge camp, and there are also a group of busybodies watching.
"Hey, hey, boss Tulakov, you shouldn't have come over happily with two dead branches." Seeing the blacksmith examining the pliers in his hand in front of the stove, he frowned and said nothing, and tolerated the onlookers. I couldn't help teasing him. In fact, anyone could feel the pressure emanating from the pliers and knew that they were not ordinary things.
"You kid, what are you looking at? What kind of eyes are you looking at? Didn't you see that Old Sike's eyes almost popped out of his head with fear?" Tulakov raised his fist as big as a sand bowl and glared angrily.
"Then why don't you tell us its origin? If you don't tell us, can't we just guess on our own?"
Everyone was making noises. It was obvious that they were already familiar with Tulakov's character. No, after saying this, Tulakov licked his dry lips. This was preparation for a long speech. What are barbarians best at? It's just bragging, not to mention that there is a real awesome story staring at him to brag about.
"Old Tu, where did you get this thing? It looks like it's part of the pliers of some kind of creature. But it's impossible..." Blacksmith Lao Sik opened his mouth just as Tulakov was about to talk. Finished.
In order to make it easier to carry, the little fox and I broke the tens of meters long pliers into dozens of pieces. The two pliers Tulakov led were the sharper parts near the ends. Therefore, it is natural that the blacksmith cannot recognize it. No, it is not so much that he cannot recognize it, but rather that he does not believe that there are such big pliers.
"Humph. Don't be shocked after hearing this." Old Sick's question was like adding fuel to the fire, which made Tulakov perk up, pretending to be mysterious, and ready to brag.
"This is actually part of a pair of sandworm pliers." At this moment, we arrived, and Shashik interrupted Tulakov's speech in a bad way, leaving his mouth half open, but he couldn't squeeze out a word. The whole tattooed face was red from suppressing it. Staring at Shashik fiercely, Sa Qili had used three aging fingers on him just now, but none of them were as hateful as they were now.
"Sandworm pliers? It's impossible, it's impossible. It's obviously not the same. Boss Shashik, you're lying to us. You have to treat us tonight." The other adventurers didn't care about Tulakov's feelings and chatted with Shashik with a smile. Got the word.
"If I didn't lie to you, please." Shahik smiled confidently.
"It's a deal." Everyone exchanged glances and smiled. One person invited a group of people and a group of people invited one person. This bet will pay off.
Shahik, who had seen through everyone's psychology, showed a sly smile: "No, I mean, you have to invite my teammates."
Teammate? Boss Shashik's team only has five people in total, so he still makes money. Everyone thought about it, and although they felt something was wrong, they still nodded.
At this moment, the blacksmith Old Sik spoke, his face was shocked and incredulous: "Shasik is right. These are indeed sandworm pliers."
"Uncle Sick, look at it more clearly. It obviously doesn't look like it." Seeing that they were about to lose, everyone refused to give up and asked the other party to look more accurately.
"You little bastards, are you doubting my vision?" Old Sick roared as his beard exploded.
"Are you deaf just now? Shahik has clearly said that this is just part of the sandworm's pincers."
"It seems so, but how can I say...how can the sandworm's pincers be so..."
Looking at the two one-meter-long pincers, they are already very big on the sandworm. It would take at least a three or four-meter-large sandworm to grow such pincers. Now it is actually said that they are just Part of it?
"That's why I say you have little knowledge."
With a proud smile, Shashik put all the remaining pliers sections into the ground. Some people were about to say that these might be the pliers of many sandworms, but when they saw that Old Sik had perfectly pieced together several of the sections, Everyone was dumbfounded.
"This...this is really a sandworm pliers."
After several sections are spliced together, they become two even larger pliers. Now everyone can see that these are really sandworm pliers. After all, unless you can fly over the Lugaoin area, it is impossible that you have never fought with sandworms. Experienced adventurers are naturally very familiar with the annoying pair of pincers of sandworms.
"Look carefully, this is just a part of the pliers. God, how big is the sandworm you encountered? Is it tens of meters long?" The attentive adventurer exclaimed even more.
"Wrong, wrong, wrong!" Tulakov was very proud, as if this was his trophy, and was about to start bragging, but it was Shashik again. It felt uncomfortable for the two of them not to fight against each other for a day.
"It's a large sandworm that's at least several hundred meters in size. The pincers alone are hundreds of meters long." Shahik interrupted again, making Tulakov's big face turn purple.
"Sha! Hi! Gram!"
"We are very busy. This is not a bar. No one has time to listen to your bragging." Faced with Tulakov's big and terrifying face when he got angry, Shashik was used to it. He picked his ears calmly and finally said: A flick of the finger.
"Count...hundreds of meters? Boss Shashik, you must be bragging this time. I didn't expect you to be able to brag better than Tulakov. You really dare to brag about a giant sandworm hundreds of meters away. Could it be?" It was transformed from Duriel? I have never heard of it on the mainland."
"Who said it was obtained in the mainland?"
"Is it possible that we are still in the hell world?" It was originally just a subconscious retort, but unexpectedly, everyone fell silent after saying it.
It seems that it may indeed be a product of the hell world, if it is that person.
"Ahem, Uncle Sick, do you think you can make something with these pair of pliers?" That man, Ben Druid, finally stood up at this time, responding to the focused gaze with an innocent face. Then hear the word.
"As expected, you kid did it. You did a good job. It has given face to our alliance. As for these pliers. I think... the problem is not big. The biggest problem is what do you want to use it to build? Great. Things, I’m afraid I’m out of my power.”
Old Sick raised his old, smoky brown face, his eyes flashed with recognition, and then he entered blacksmith mode again.
"What to build...I haven't thought about it yet. Uncle Sick, do you have any suggestions?"
"Looking at the shape, it is undoubtedly the most practical to make weapons such as long and short giant swords, scimitars, daggers, and flying knives, and can make full use of its shape and performance. As for the giant hammer, staff, etc., don't even think about it."
"Aunt Qili, what do you think?" I thought about it for a moment, but still couldn't grasp any inspiration, so I could only turn back and ask experienced people for advice.
"Old Sik, how good of equipment do you think you can make using it as a material?" Sa Qili did not answer me immediately, but first asked blacksmith Sik for some details.
"Well, gold-level weapons should be able to create some top-quality ones, but the attributes are ever-changing, and even top-quality weapons may not be suitable for everyone. Dark gold-level weapons are probably fine, but there is no way to create very good ones."
Sick pondered for a moment and said. It seems that this is a multiple-choice question. Choose one of the two, whether it is a gold-level weapon or a dark gold-level weapon.
"We have a whole pair of pliers. If we make them into dark gold flying knives, how many can we make?" Sa Qili suddenly asked an unexpected question that left me scratching my head.
"A whole section? Are you talking about the two pliers that are hundreds of meters long?"
"That's right."
"Let me think about it, let me think about it carefully. If it is a hundred meters long, according to this ratio... uh..." Blacksmith Sick kept gesturing with the pliers in his hand. It took a full minute or two before he raised his head.
"Get rid of the wasted and unused ones. If we just make a single flying knife, we can probably make close to three hundred of them."
"Three hundred dark gold flying knives?"
Even if they knew it was just an ordinary dark gold flying knife, everyone was stunned by this number.
"Little brother." Sa Qili pulled me aside and whispered.
"You know that Old Sick's level is top-notch even in the third world. Even if there is a better blacksmith than him, it probably won't be much better."
"Aunt Qili, you mean...really want to make three hundred flying knives?" I inexplicably thought of three hundred Spartans. Is it an illusion?
"According to Old Sick, this pair of pliers is considered a good material, but unfortunately, it is only limited to weapons, such as daggers, swords, and flying knives. You also know that we adventurers have the highest requirements for weapons, and we want to use them to create real weapons. Yes, it seems unlikely that even third world adventurers can use weapons."
For seniors who have been in the third world for thirty or forty years, Sa Qili's words are equivalent to authority. I believe it without any doubt, but it is still very inexplicable. This is different from building three hundred Spartans... Oh no, it is What does it have to do with three hundred throwing knives? Could it be that if you don’t use them, you will give up and make a lot of throwing knives and throw them at home every day?
Seeing the confusion on my face, Sa Qili smiled confidently, as if she already had an idea.
"Since it is of no great use, why not use it as a mark or symbol?"
"Mark? Symbol?"
"Brother, aren't you now the Demon King? Aren't you going to recruit the Demon King's Army? We certainly can't equip each member of the Demon King's Army with a full set of equipment, but since it's the Demon King's Army, I always feel that something like a mark that I agree with would be better. "
"You mean to use the flying knife as a token of the Demon King's army?"
I suddenly realized that it made sense. Although marking something like this is not a necessity, it is definitely better than nothing. Even if you are playing house, you have to prepare sand toys, right?
Three hundred flying knives should be enough in quantity. In my opinion, the Demon King's army is more expensive than more elites. One or two hundred people will be enough.
However, I still have a question: "Why does it have to be a flying knife? If the same material is used, it will be no problem to make a dagger, right?"
"Because everyone loves little flying knives." Sa Qili smiled charmingly and turned her little hand over. There were already several flying knives on it, which she played with skillfully. Just looking at this hand, she didn't look like a necromancer. , more like an assassin.
"Throwing knives is common to all professions. Think about it, how awkward would it be for a barbarian to use a dagger?"
That's right, it seems to be the truth.
"Furthermore, flying knives are very useful. They can provide long-range means for melee combat, and allow mages to have certain physical means against enemies with high magic resistance. Then, they can be used for last-ditch attacks."
"Last hit? Aunt Qili, didn't Uncle Sike say that the equipment he created couldn't be too good? Using it to last hit would be too much." I didn't understand again.
"That's what it is said, but as long as we add one attribute to the flying knife, as long as we have this attribute, for it, other attributes can be given up. I think everyone should be happy to use it to make up for the damage, oh, except maybe Except for you, my little brother.”
"What attribute?" Even though Sa Qili made it so obvious, I still didn't want to use my brain and asked stupidly.
"An attribute that increases the explosion rate of magic equipment."
"Oh, I understand!" His eyes lit up. What should I do? I also want a flying knife like this to use for last hits. Remote last hits increase the explosion rate. It is safe and guaranteed. Anyone who is an adventurer will like it.
No wonder Sa Qili said that everyone loves small flying knives. Indeed, equipment such as flying knives is useless and only assassins can play it smoothly, but if you think about it carefully, as a snake oil item, it can still be useful in many aspects. For example...well, when cooking and cutting vegetables in the wild, it can be used as a paring knife, a fork, or a skewer. If you are a savage, you might even use it as a toothpick.
This can be done!
As expected of Sa Qili, worthy of a senior with a hundred times more experience than me, I immediately made up my mind.
"But the throwing knives are consumables. If you use them remotely, they will decrease until they are used up."
"At this time, another attribute is needed. With these two attributes, the other attributes can be discarded."
"Recovery quantity?"
"My little brother is so smart." I was touched on the head by gentle hands and praised by warm eyes. I was a little happy, but I also felt a little indescribable that I was being looked down upon. Uh, forget it, it's rare for Sa Qili to help me. What a great idea.
Back to Uncle Sike, I told Sa Qili's plans and requests just now.
. . . (To be continued.)
