"Wu Ming, I'm optimistic about how Thom mines."

A basic mining tool used in Thom's hand was just right, and hard ore fell from the walls.

Unfortunately, there is no drilling machine... Wait! What is the drilling machine? Wuming was once again puzzled by the strange noun flashing in his mind. After adjusting the strength of the mining tool in his hand, he began to dig.

Ding...dang...ding...dang

The monotonous and chaotic mining sounds in the mine gradually stopped. All the dwarves stopped working in their hands and looked at Wuming's selfless work style in surprise.

Given that one pick is too slow to mine, Wuming borrowed another pick from Thom after digging a few times and began to dig with both hands.

With two pickaxes in hand, Wuming waved his arms like a windmill rotating at high speed, which quickly attracted the attention of other dwarves around him.

More than a dozen vehicles used to load ore have been occupied by the ore mined by unknown ore.

"Tom, are you sure you brought back a pure human?"

Sam had already stopped digging and looked at Wuming, who was more quickly than a dozen dwarves digging together, curiously.

"This... should..."

Crack...clang...

The two pickaxes in Wuming's hand broke, and a graceful parabola was drawn in the air and fell to the ground, interrupting Thom's answer.

"It's broken..." Wuming stared at the strange red metal mine in front of him in a daze, and never realized that the location of his mining was completely different from the beginning.

At that time, almost all the mining personnel were on the same parallel line, and now Wuming's position has pushed five meters away from the wall, leaving far away from other dwarves who were originally on the parallel line.

"What a big piece of Fenghuo copper!" Thom slapped Wuming's back: "The metal extracted from this ore is a little harder than steel. Although it cannot be compared with the legendary metal, it is also considered a high-end metal."

"Is that right?" Wuming smiled: "I just need to forge a dagger for cutting prey leather. I don't need the remaining ore. Give it all to you. As for these other ores, except for the payment I need, they will also give it to everyone in the village."

The dwarf in the mine once again made a noise about Wuming's generosity. Uncle Sam looked at Wuming for a long time in confusion: "It seems that you are really just a hunter, not a soldier or a ranger, and come to ask me to build a weapon."

Wuming chuckled: "I was a hunter."

"Are you a hunter after you retired from the army?"

"Retired from the army?" Wuming felt once again that he had a sense of inexplicable resistance to this word. After a moment of silence, he said, "I have no experience in joining the army."

"A taller than a soldier, he is not a soldier." Sam shook his head and walked out of the cave: "Today I want to make a little more serious forging tools."

Thom's eyes emitted a ray of excitement. Although the light emitted in Wuming's eyes also had hope, it was more of a hopeless one. The defective product that he hoped not to use was broken by himself.

The dwarves pushed the ore back to the village with a load of ore. During this period, many dwarves came to Wuming and persuaded the human excavator to stay in the village to live together. Some even played the marriage card and wanted to marry their daughter to Wuming to retain this upright and generous young man.

Wuming smiled bitterly and refused these invitations. Compared with the dwarf village, another village needs itself more.

Ding...dang...ding...dang

The sound of hammers hitting metal sounded everywhere in the dwarf village. In order to create the weapons that Wuming needed, and for the reputation of the dwarfs, the dwarves created every hammer with unprecedented seriousness.

Under Thom's explanation, Wuming realized that if you want to create a truly high-quality utensil, whether it is a weapon or a hoe, it will take less than just one or two days.

In such a huge village, everyone except Wuming is seriously creating the tools he needs. In this way, the food that the entire village needs every day naturally falls on Wuming's shoulders.

Fortunately, Wuming's hunting skills were extremely superb, and the dwarf village had a large number of traps such as hunting clips to help Wuming. A dwarf village with hundreds of people relied on him to hunt and feed the dwarfs for a week.

In addition to hunting, Wuming would stand beside the dwarves when he was bored and quietly watched their forging tools. Whenever Wuming stood beside Uncle Sam and watched his forging weapons, Sam would always talk to himself, constantly talking about the things to pay attention to when forging, as well as various forging techniques, and even talk about everything needed to forge a real magical artifact.

Wuming just listened quietly, never asked questions, and Sam was just talking nonstop, never asking Wuming if he understood.

Wuming also felt very strange. Why did he immediately learn everything the other party said after listening to Sam's story? Even the iron hammer that he had never touched before, Wuming had a feeling that if he picked up the hammer to forge tools, although he was not as skillful as Sam, he should be able to forge good tools, which were better than the tools used by people in his village.

The sun sets in the west and the bright moon rises in the east. When night falls, Wuming returns to the dwarf village with two boars. Even though he is strong, he feels quite tired after being busy this week.

The sound of the intersecting iron tools has long stopped these days. The dwarves excitedly stood in the center of the village with their highest masterpieces of the years waiting for Wuming's return.

"Wu Ming! Let's try Uncle Kara's wide-back extended hunting knife! This is much better than the quality of a general in the Dragon Empire!"

"Wu Ming! Come and try these thirty finger darts of Uncle Jesta. Even if the ogres encounter it, you can easily shoot through it with your strange power!"

"Wu Ming! Hunting can be dangerous sometimes, so I'd better wear Aunt Ram's set of velociraptor skin metal close-fitting soft armor!"

The dwarves shouted in a verbal manner, bags of hollow iron bullets, and well-made guns... All kinds of dwarves' best-made works appeared in front of Wuming.

Uncle Sam looked at Wuming with a smug smile. There was a pitch-black longbow on the stone table beside him, and there were many strange patterns on the bow. Although Wuming didn't know what it was for, he also knew that such ugly carved patterns should not be used for decoration.

Pull the bow and take the arrow.

"Swoosh"

The powerful arrow left the bowstring, and few people could see the shadow of the arrow. Almost at the same time as the bowstring was released, the powerful arrow was nailed to the human-shaped target five hundred steps away. The iron armor made by the dwarf did not play the defensive role it should have. The arrow released by Wuming forced through the human-shaped target wearing iron armor.

The dwarves were stunned. Many dwarves in the village had tried to pull the longbow not long ago. Not to mention pulling the bow, no one even pulled half of them. Although Wuming was very strong, he still felt a little incredible to pull the entire bow so easily. Shooting through the target wearing iron armor was something they could not imagine.

Sam smiled and handed Wuming a pot of extended special arrows: "The arrow body is fine steel, the arrow is velocity, the teeth of the raptor, remember to recycle this pot."

"Good bow..." Wuming had contacted the dwarves these days and knew that they could make metal into a bow body that would not be easily broken. Only Sam could do the entire dwarves village.

Sam chuckled and said in a low voice: "There are all the concentrates I brought back from Iron Fortress. Although they cannot reach the level of artifacts, they are rare in the world, so they are naturally good bows."

"Wu Ming! It's time to try our weapons!" The dwarves came to their senses and hung all the tools they made on Wu Ming. These dwarves are also masters of creation, so they naturally know where the weapons are usually hung, so the owner of the weapon is more convenient to use.

After being carefully dressed by the dwarves, Wuming had eight throwing javelins inserted behind him, and a bag of hollow iron bullets hung around his waist. Thirty darts were closely arranged around the dwarves' waist. Wide back swords, long swords, flying hammers... Various weapons were hung on Wuming's body. To a certain extent, Wuming was simply a moving arsenal.

A dwarf said with a pity: "Ah! When Wuming left, when will we eat that delicious barbecue?"

When the dwarves heard this, they sighed. These days, the nameless barbecue completely conquered the stomachs of every dwarf in the entire dwarf village.

Sam patted Wuming's belly and smiled, "Let's go, the minerals you dug have enough prey to exchange for all this. People like you cannot live in Wuming's life in the mountains and forests. If you leave Daxinganling, go to Tielu Castle if you have time, and I believe someone will receive you."

"Leave the Great Xing'an Mountains?" Wuming shook his head with a smile: "I never thought of leaving the forest."
Chapter completed!