"Since you know, then give me money!" Sam stretched out his big hand: "A gold coin."

“I don’t have money.”

Wuming smiled bitterly. He had been in charge of hunting for two years in the village. If it weren't for Uncle Sam's words, he wouldn't have thought of the idea that he had to pay for buying things.

"No money?" Uncle Sam rolled his eyes: "If you don't have money, you can rob it! Aren't you humans the best at robbing things?"

"Rob?"

Wuming was really stunned. The dwarves that the villagers talked about occasionally were kind and innocent. There were dwarves who instigated others to rob. I am afraid that not many people would believe them if they told them.

"Uncle Sam! You are insulting a warrior with noble character! This warrior once saved Thom's life!" Thom angrily packed up the materials Wuming took out: "You actually treated a benefactor who saved Thom's life like this. Let's go. Although Thom's skills are not good, he will definitely try his best to create the best quality for you!"

"Since it's a hunting tool, just choose a set from the shelf and treat it as a thank you for saving Thom's life." Sam waved his hand and turned to his house.

Kaba...

Sam stopped walking towards the room. As the forging master, he could easily hear that the sound of the bow being pulled.

Wuming took the second hunting bow sent by Thom with a sorry look. After passing the broken bow just now, he didn't dare to use all his strength again, and this time he only used nine points of strength.

Kaba...

Sam turned slowly, looking at the two broken bows on the ground in surprise. He knew very well that even if it was a hunting bow that was casually forged with inferior materials after getting drunk, it could bear three hundred kilograms of strength. Even an excellent soldier would not be able to pull such a strong bow, and it was even more fantasy to pull it off.

Sam, who had not yet come back to his senses from his meditation, heard the familiar voice again, Kawa...

The third bow that Thom gave to Wuming has also become a waste product.

"How is that possible?" Sam stepped forward and snatched the excited smile on his face, intending to give the fourth bow to Wuming Thom, and looked Wuming carefully and said, "Wait a moment!"

Soon, Sam walked out of his room, holding a bow in his hand, from the outside, he knew it was better than the strong bows just now.

Kaba...

Wuming looked at Sam with apologetically, and silently returned the fourth strong bow broken in his hand to Thom.

"How is that possible!" Sam, who had a proud look on his face, widened his eyes and shouted to Wuming almost roaring: "You wait!"

Kaba...

"Uncle Sam, you have the nerve to call yourself one of the top ten masters after getting drunk?"

Thom's slightly joking words deeply stimulated Sam, who was almost in a state of rampage. The last broken strong bow just now could withstand at least 500 kilograms of force. Even the general of human beings could not pull it all. If you want to pull it off, you should not even think about it.

"Don't leave! Wait here!" Sam threw down a sentence fiercely and returned to his room again. Soon the sound of rummaging through the cabinets came from the inside.

"I have the kind of way to pull this bow!" A strong black bow was thrown out of Sam's hand: "Even the powerful tauren, I want to pull it all over..."

Kaba...

Before Sam could finish his words, Wuming slapped the other party again with the fact that he pulled the strong bow.

"How is it possible? You can't make a fool of yourself? That's a powerful bow of 700 pounds! Don't leave! Wait for me!"

Thom looked at Sam, who had long forgotten that he didn't plan to give Wuming a good bow, and walked into the room again angrily, and quickly said to Wuming in a low voice: "You must do your best to pull them all, and break them all!"

Wuming was surrounded by dwarves watching the fun at some point. Wuming could only shake his head and smile bitterly at this situation.

"Human! Try the good bow my father made back then!" A dwarf who was watching the fun ran home and brought a hard bow with a seemingly good texture.

Kaba...

The dwarves who were watching the fun suddenly became uproar, and many dwarves even returned to their homes to take out their most proud strong bows to test the bow for Wuming.

You should know that dwarves are a race that loves to build and are known as the first forging race on the mainland. Eight of the top ten craftsmen in the world are members of the dwarves.

Usually, no one is convinced by the forging technology among dwarves. At this time, they regard Wuming as a comparison platform, hoping to use Wuming to prove himself or his predecessors, and that they are the best craftsmen in the village ever.

Kaba... Kaba... Kaba... Kaba...

Wuming gave the broken hard bows to the dwarves sorry. Sam waited in the dwarves for a long time before appearing in front of Wuming again.

Kat...

After resisting a little, Old Sam's strong bow let out a broken moan again.

"It's a pity that the magic weapon I created was either cheated by humans or placed in the exhibition hall of Iron Fort." Sam murmured to himself as he looked at the strong bow that was being pulled again: "If I had known, I should have seriously forged a strong bow..."

"Human! Don't you need a set of hunter tools? That should not just require a strong bow, right? Spear throwing should also be needed! Try my best spear throwing?" After a dwarf was broken, he simply took out another hunter tool.

With the dwarf's reminder, the dwarves who were depressed by the folded bow ran back to their homes to get the equipment needed by other hunters.

Soon, the items the dwarves took changed from hunter equipment to war weapons used by soldiers, including many of them of good quality. Unfortunately, they were defeated in the face of unknown strange forces.

Thom looked at the group of depressed dwarves and deliberately raised his voice and said, "Wu Ming, let's forget it. I think you should go to Iron Fortress to find the suitable tools for you."

"Wait a moment!"

As soon as Uncle Sam's voice fell, the other villagers also roared: "You can't leave! For the honor of our dwarf village!"

"The tools you forged are real..."

Thom looked like he wanted to speak but stopped. Wuming, who was standing beside him, realized that the dwarf he rescued was actually not stupid at all, but was very good at using people's psychology.

"Human, you stay in the village first! Don't leave! Wait for us!"

A group of dwarves threw down their harsh words, went home and took out their mining tools, and walked out of the village in groups.

Sam took the mining tool he had not used for many years and kicked the ogre bones: "These bones can only be used as the main pole of arrow feathers at most. They can definitely not bear your strange power when used as a bow."

After the dwarves walked away, Thom was so excited that he ran home and took two sets of mining tools, and pulled Wuming to the bottom of the mine outside the village: "Let's go, mining cannot be missing us. When you make tools that suit you, the resources you dug are the items you exchange. This is the tradition of our dwarves."

Wuming shook his head and smiled bitterly. If he had known that such a thing would happen, it would be better to continue to rely on his left hand and hunting in the village. If he left now, it is estimated that the dwarves would probably go to the village 300 miles away and ask themselves to continue the competition.

Amidst the random thoughts, Wuming was taken by Thom to the busy dwarf mine.
Chapter completed!