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Seeing that Turakov was in full swing, we were so impatient that we were carrying sandworm pliers and we couldn't take him. This is the way this guy is. He can't stop when he is interested.

Putting the classified weapons and equipment aside, we quickly took the rest of the pliers to keep up, and far away, we could only see the back of Tulakov’s Pingding, when we followed his footsteps to the trading market Tulakov has talked to a blacksmith. I know this blacksmith. He is one of the excellent blacksmiths in the Rog camp, and there are a group of good people watching.

"Hey hello, boss Tulakov, you should have taken the dead branches at both ends and rushed over." Seeing the blacksmith looking at the pliers in his hand at the front of the furnace, he frowned and did not speak. Can't stop ridicule, in fact, anyone can feel the pressure from the pliers, knowing that it is not a mere mortal.

"Roll the calf, what is your vision, what is this? Didn't you see the old Sick scared eyes almost glared out?" Tulakov raised his big fist in the sand bowl, glared.

"Then you will tell us the origin of it, don't you say, can't we just guess for ourselves?"

Everyone cheered, and they could see that they were already familiar with Turakov’s character. No, so to say, Turakov licked dry lips. This was preparation for a lengthy discussion. What a barbarian is best at, is not Bragging, besides there is still a real Niu X story staring at him to blow.

"Old picture, where did you get this thing from, it looks like it is part of the pliers of some kind of creature. But it is impossible..." Blacksmith Old Sick opened while Tulakov was about to move his mouth. Talked.

At the beginning, for ease of carrying, the little fox and I severed the tens of meters long pliers into dozens. The two led by Tulakov were the sharper and sharper parts near the end. Therefore, the blacksmith recognized It’s natural to not come out, no. It's not so much that you don't recognize it, but that you don't believe that there will be such big pliers.

"Humph. Don't be shocked if you hear that." Old Sick's question was like adding fuel to the fire, but it also made Turakov tremble, pretending to be mysterious, and ready to play a big blow.

"This is actually part of a pair of sandworm pliers." At this moment, when we arrived, Shahick interrupted Turakov's speech with a bad taste, leaving him with a half-mouthed mouth, and couldn't squeeze out a word. The whole tattoo was blushing and he stared fiercely at Shahiq. Just now Sa Qili used three fingers of aging on him, and there was no hate now.

"Sandworm pliers? Impossible impossible, this is obviously not like, boss Shahik you are lying to us, you have to treat tonight." Other adventurers can not care about Turakov's feelings. He grinned and talked to Shahick.

"If I didn't lie to you, please." Shahick smiled confidently.

"It's a word." Everyone exchanged their eyes and smiled. One person invited a group of people and a group of people invited one person. This bet they made a profit.

Shashik, who saw through everyone's psychology, smiled cunningly: "No, I mean. You have to invite my teammates."

Teammates? The team of Shahik's boss is not a total of five people. It still makes a profit. Everyone wondered, although they felt something was wrong, they nodded.

At this moment, the old blacksmith Blacksmith spoke, and he was shocked. The look is incredible: "Shahik is right, this is indeed sandworm pliers."

"Uncle Sick, you can see clearly, this is obviously not like it." Seeing that it was about to lose, everyone did not give up, and asked the other party to look at it more accurately.

"You little bastards, are you doubting my eyes?" Old Sick's beard exploded and yelled.

"Aren't you ear-deaf just now, as Shahike clearly said, this is only part of the sandworm pliers."

"It seems to be, but how to say... how could the sandworm's pliers be so..."

Looking at the two pliers that are more than one meter long, it looks very big on the sand bug. At least it is a big sand bug that is three to four meters in size to grow such pliers. Now it is actually said that it is only Part?

"That's why you have little knowledge."

With a smug smile, Shahick put all the remaining pliers segments underground. Someone just wanted to say that this might be many worm pliers, but as soon as he saw old Sikk put together some of them perfectly, Everyone was miserable.

"This... this is really sandworm pliers."

Wait for several segments to be spliced ​​together and become two more huge pliers. Now everyone can see that this is really sandworm pliers. After all, unless you can fly through the Lugaoin area, there can be no sand worms. The adventurous fellow is naturally very familiar with the annoying pliers of the sand bug.

"Look carefully, this is only a part of the pliers. God, how big are the sand bugs you encounter, are they dozens of meters long?" the attentive adventurer exclaimed even more.

"Wrong, wrong!" Turakoff triumphantly, as if this is his booty, just about to start bragging, or Shahik, the two of them are uncomfortable all day.

"It's a giant sand worm at least a few hundred meters, and the pliers are hundreds of meters long." Shahick interrupted again, making Turakov's big face sullen purple.

"Sand! Hope! Gram!"

"We are very busy, this is not a bar, and no one has time to listen to you bragging." Facing the terrible big face when Turakov was angry, Shashik was accustomed to it, and he dug his ears lightly. Gently flick.

"Count... hundreds of meters? Boss Shahick, you must be bragging this time. I didn't expect you to be able to blow more than Turakov. Huge sand worms that are hundreds of meters, you dare to blow it. What happened to Durrell? I have never heard of it on the mainland."

"Who said it was obtained on the mainland?"

"Is it still possible in the world of hell?" It was just a subconscious rebuttal, but unexpectedly, everyone calmed down.

It seems that it may indeed be a product of the **** world, if it is that person.

"Cough, Uncle Sick, can you make something with these pair of pliers?" The man, Benderui, finally stood up at this time, responding intently to the concentrated vision. Then smelled.

"Sure enough, you guys did it, well done, and gave us a long face for the alliance. As for the pliers, I think... the problem should not be big. The biggest question is what do you want to use it to create something? Too good Something, I’m afraid it’s not enough."

Old Sick raised his old, smoky brown face. A glance of applause flashed across his eyes, and he entered blacksmith mode again.

"What to build... I haven't figured it out yet. Uncle Siker, what advice do you have?"

"Looking at the shape, it is undoubtedly the most practical to build weapons such as long and short giant swords and scimitar daggers, and it can make the most of its shape and performance. As for the giant hammer staff, don't think about it."

"Aunt Qili, what did you say?" I thought about it for a moment, but I still couldn't grasp any inspiration. I had to go back and ask the experienced person.

"Old Sick. How good do you think it can be built with this material?" Sa Qili did not answer me immediately, but first asked some details like blacksmith Sick.

"Well, the gold level should be able to create some top grades, but the attributes are ever-changing, even if it is the top grade. It may not be suitable for everyone. The dark gold level weapons are probably not a problem, but there is no way to create a good color."

Siker pondered for a moment and said, it seems that this is a multiple choice question, in the end it is the best of the golden level. Or a general weapon of the dark gold level, choose one of the two.

"We have a whole pair of pliers. If we make a dark gold flying knife, how many can we build?" Sa Qili suddenly asked a sudden question that made me feel unsure.

"A whole paragraph? Are you talking about the two pliers that are hundreds of meters long?"

"Yes."

"Let me think about it, let me think about it, if it's a hundred meters long. According to this ratio... uh..." Blacksmith Sick kept on drawing the pliers segment in his hand and used it for a minute or two before raising his head.

"You can't get rid of the waste. If you only make a flying knife, you can probably make about 300."

"Three hundred dark gold flying knives?"

Everyone was stunned by this number even if they knew that they were just ordinary dark gold flying knives.

"Little brother." Saqili pulled me aside and whispered.

"You know the level of Old Sick. It is also first-class in the third world. Even if there is a better blacksmith than him, it probably won't be much better."

"Aunt Qili, what do you mean...I really want to make three hundred flying knives?" I inexplicably thought of three hundred Spartan warriors, is it an illusion?

"According to Old Sick, this pair of pliers is a good material, but unfortunately, it is only limited to weapons, daggers, swords, flying knives and the like. You also know that our adventurers have the highest requirements for weapons, and want to use it to create real It seems that even weapons that can be used by third-world adventurers are unlikely."

For seniors who have been mixed in the Third World for 30 to 40 years, Sa Qili's words are equivalent to authority. I believe it without any doubt, but it is still inexplicable. This is to build 300 Spartans...oh no, yes What does the 300 flying knives have to do with it? Can it be said that if you can’t use it, you will arbitrarily make a lot of flying knives and throw them at home every day?

Looking at the doubt on my face, Sa Qili smiled confidently, as if she had already had an idea.

"Since it's not very useful, why shouldn't it be used as a mark or a symbol?"

"Mark? Symbol?"

"Don't you be the demon king now? Isn't it to recruit the devil army? We certainly can't configure each devil army member with a full set of equipment, but as the devil army, I always feel that some kind of agreed-upon things will be better. "

"Do you mean to use the flying knife as a token of the Demon Army?"

I suddenly realized that what I said was reasonable. Although marking this kind of thing is not a necessity, it is definitely better than nothing. Even if I have played with each other, do I have to prepare sand toys?

Three hundred flying knives, the number should be enough. In my opinion, the devil's army is not expensive, and it will be about one or two hundred people.

However, I still have a question: "Why does it have to be a flying knife? Is it okay to build a dagger with the same materials?"

"Because everyone loves the small flying knife." Sa Qili smiled charmingly, her small hand flipped over, there were already a few more flying knives on it, she was playing with it skillfully, and just looking at this hand, she was not like a necromancer. , More like an assassin.

"The flying knife is common to all classes. Think about it. How awkward should a barbarian use a dagger?"

The same is said, it seems that this truth.

"Furthermore, flying knives are of great use, allowing melee combat to have long-range means, allowing the mage to have certain physical means to face enemies with high magic resistance, and then it can be used to make up for knives."

"Making up the knife? Aunt Qili, didn't Uncle Sick say that the equipment you made could not be too good? Using it to make up the knife would be too much." I didn't understand.

"The words say this, but as long as we add an attribute to the flying knife, as long as such an attribute, for it, other attributes can be discarded, I think everyone should be happy to use it to make up the knife, oh, probably except Brother you are not."

"What's the attribute?" So clearly Sa Qili said so clearly, I still didn't want to use my brain and asked silly.

"Attribute to increase the explosion rate of magic equipment."

"Oh, I get it!" As soon as my eyes lit up, what should I do? I also wanted to use such a flying knife to make up for the knife. The long-range make-up tool has an explosion rate and is safe and secure. Anyone who is an adventurer will like it.

No wonder Sa Qili said that everyone loves the small flying knife. Indeed, although the equipment of the flying knife is tasteless, probably only the assassin can play it, but if you think about it carefully, it can be useful in many aspects as a million oil item. Yes, for example... uh, when cooking and cutting vegetables in the wild, it can be used as a peeling knife, as a fork, or as a skewer. If it is a barbarian, it may be a toothpick.

This can be there!

It's worthy of Sa Qili, and it's worthy of being a predecessor with a hundred times more experience than me~lightnovelpub.net~

"But the flying knife is a consumable item, and it will be reduced when used remotely until it is used up."

"At this time, another attribute is needed. With these two attributes, other attributes can be discarded."

"Number of restorations?"

"Little brother is really smart." The feeling of being underestimated by the tenderness, er, forget it, it's rare that Saqili helped me with such a good idea.

Back to Uncle Sick, I will speak out Sa Qili's plans and demands just now.

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