Dark Savages Come To the United States

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

Otherwise, the blacksmith who would fall during this ordeal would not even want to get any results.

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

"Fifteenth metal."

Bulkelso silently counted the pieces of metal he had refined.

According to his estimation, the heavy weapon called "Bulkasso's Warrior's Blood" would need to use about 30 yuan of metal materials.

As for the materials for adding magic 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 this time the goal of forging is the weapon he wants to use, so he needs to prepare carefully.

The sky gradually darkened during the forging process, and the supreme mage didn't know when he left this small blacksmith shop.

Maybe she was busy again.

"Guardian of the world? What a great title." Bulkelso said with a mocking tone.

Bulkelso also had a similar name, but when facing death, no matter how great and strong he was, he would appear very powerless.

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

The food on the table has cooled down, although under the high temperature environment, there is still some heat inside.

But bread with sliced ​​meat and vegetables in it never pays much attention to the taste.

And the barbarians are not a group that pursues the ultimate delicacy. For them, as long as they can have a full stomach, it is enough.

With a sound of "哐!", the door of Bulkasso's blacksmith shop was opened in an almost brutal way. ,

A dark-skinned guy wearing a jacket walked in swaggeringly.

"What do you need?"

Bulkelso was holding the sandwich in his thick palm, which looked very petite.

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

When he was a new soldier, he had to use methods such as ramming to open the solid and heavy wooden doors on the holy mountain of Harrogath.

For Bulkelso, 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? Opening the door politely is even more of a joke.

It is really difficult for him to be disturbed by the mere matter of kicking in the door.

"Barbarian's Hammer? What's that called? Do you have permission to set up shop here?"

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

This guy was clearly not a guest, Bulkelso had figured it out.

Standing up, Burkasso was more than two meters tall, and his shirtless, muscular muscles covered with scars fell into the guy's eyes.

"So, you're here to make trouble."

Bulkelso stuffed the last bit of food into his mouth, and clapped his hands in fear and walked towards the rampant guy.

Ever since he stepped into the battlefield, no one has dared to challenge him.

Even those demon kings of hell will give respect to the brave, and being provoked by others is really a novel experience for him.

When Bulkelso's strong, non-human body walked towards the guy, the guy was already trembling.

This gangster 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 had his pistol drawn.

"You stop!"

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

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

"Is this a gun? I know them and I'm a little curious, but you picked up a weapon and pointed it at me, so it can't be explained by mere provocation."

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

No matter how weak the opponent, the barbarian takes the fight seriously.

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

It's as if humans in this world don't pick up guns just to kill an ant that can be seen everywhere.

Barbarians will not be fully armed to kill a weak man who can't even scratch his oily skin.

"Then go to Malthael and confess!"

Bulkelso has no interest in the purpose of this gangster, and he doesn't care about the so-called "trouble" that may arise.

In his eyes, the supreme mage, the guardian of this world, is just a mage with a little skill, so there is no guy in this world who can defeat him.

The big thick hand waved towards 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 not as good as monks who specialize in boxing, but this guy is just a weak person who can't even defeat a zombie, and this is enough.

Bulkelso's hand fell on the round head, and he heard the muffled sound like a watermelon bursting.

A decapitated body fell to the ground, blood spreading.

"I'm not good at cleaning, so this is a bit troublesome."

Bulkelso looked at the messy ground and felt a headache.

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

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

There was a crackling sound as the flames ignited the grease, along with that stench that worked on the mind.

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

Bulkelso bit the tip of his tongue, took a sip of the fine wine, and muttered to himself somewhat reminiscently.

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

"That's fine."

Bulkelso looked at the picture in front of him, no different from his perception of cleanliness, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Food doesn't seem to be enough."

Bulkelso sat on the ground, looking at the burning fire in front of him and talking.

Smelling the stench of burnt corpses, he began to recall the days when demons could not kill them endlessly.

But hunger remains.

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

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

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

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

The gold coins are bare, without any patterns.

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

There is no need for any anti-counterfeiting marks on the coins. When the survival of human beings is a problem, if someone opens a gold mine and casts coins, that is his ability.

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

The flames were finally about to burn out, and there was nothing left of the corpse under the high temperature.

Only in this poorly ventilated blacksmith shop, the somewhat horrible smell indicated what happened here.

Bulkelso opened the door and hung a huge iron lock that he made conveniently on the door.

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

There is no technical content at all, but for the door thieves in this world, this lock may be a natural moat that they can hardly cross no matter what method they use.

Who can be as powerful as a savage?

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

Then there will be no safer place in this world than the room with this lock, unless those guys use the barbarian's way to open the door.