He swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on Mark's skin.
"That thing...that treasure! Now that you've got it, do you know how to use it? Do you know its true value?"
He took a deep breath, as if to muster up all the courage in his life:
"I...I'm going to trade you a legendary treasure! A true legendary treasure! Not some sleazy thing! I'm losing money!"
Before he finished speaking, he moved so fast as if performing a magic trick that it left an afterimage.
He took out pieces of equipment that emitted astonishing magical fluctuations from an inconspicuous animal leather bag at his waist, and slammed them onto the rocks at his feet with a clang, splashing a few sparks.
"Look! The 'Lava Core Ring'! Wear it, and your fireball can roast a full-grown Rock Ankylosaurus! It has a built-in flame shield and can absorb fire elements!"
He pointed at the first ring, which was as red as solidified magma and had a core that seemed to have flames flowing.
"'Shadow Fang Cloak'! Wearing it, I can slip through even the brightest holy light without leaving even a shadow! I can even flash short distances in the shadows!"
As he spoke, he spread out a cloak that seemed to be woven from the night and was flowing with a faint glow.
"Titan's Grip! Amplified strength! With these, I can break mithril veins with my bare hands! And they even deal recoil damage!"
"'Star Whisper Necklace'! Speeds up mana recovery and increases the power of star spells! Meditate while wearing it to double the effect!"
"And this! 'Earth Resonance Boots'! Put them on and the earth will be yours! Run faster, jump higher, and even walk on lava for a short time!..."
Five pieces of legendary equipment!
Each piece exuded a powerful and heart-pounding fluctuation, shining brightly in this dim cave, almost suppressing the light of the holy light shields on Mark and the other two.
The dark-skinned dwarf was breathing heavily, with a mixture of pain and pride on his dark face.
He pointed at the pile of treasures on the ground that were enough to drive any adventure group crazy, and his voice was shaking:
"I...I'm going to trade these five for the pillar in your bag! Just for it! I've lost everything! You...you're definitely going to make a killing! How's that?!"
Anna's eyes lit up and her breathing quickened. Legendary equipment! Five pieces at that!
Just as the legend says, the dwarves are extremely rich!
Mark's eyes swept across the pile of glittering equipment on the ground, and he glanced at the dark-skinned dwarf with a look of surprise.
The scene before him really made him unable to tell whether this dark-skinned dwarf was cunning and sly, or innocent and cute.
If you say he is simple, he knows that he can lure people to deal with the Star Rock Bone Leech King and take the opportunity to steal the treasure. Moreover, he does not keep his promise and forgets it right away, which seems very cunning.
But if you say he is cunning, when his strength is obviously inferior to several three-person teams, he still dares to boldly expose the fact that he has space equipment and at least five legendary equipment!
He is really not afraid of death!
Seeing the surprise in Mark's eyes, just when the dwarf thought there was a chance and a glimmer of hope appeared on his face.
A cold, flat voice pierced his ears like a venomous snake:
"hammer."
Monica took a step forward at some point, her dark purple pupils cast emotionlessly on the small adamantine hammer he held tightly in his other hand.
"Don't take anything else. Bring us your hammer and trade it." Her voice was unquestionable, as if she would not allow the dwarf to bargain.
“Wh…what?!”
The dark-skinned dwarf jumped up suddenly like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and almost dropped the hammer in his hand.
He gripped the hammer handle tightly, his purple face flushed red in an instant, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and his voice was so sharp it could pierce the eardrums:
"No! Absolutely not! You crazy woman! This is the Rune Forging Hammer! It's my lifeblood! It's my livelihood! It's the thing I make a living from! It's my ancestor... well, absolutely not! Don't even think about it! Pick any other! Five pieces! Five legendary pieces of equipment! The hammer won't do!"
He was so excited that saliva was flying everywhere. He held the ordinary-looking hammer tightly, as if he was holding his newborn baby, and glared at Monica.
The previous fear was temporarily suppressed by this huge anger and protective emotion.
However, as he looked at her, he no longer dared to look into Monica's eyes.
"I won't change it! I won't change it! You're a bunch of robbers! Bandits! You even want to steal my food! I'd rather throw this treasure into the furnace at the center of the earth and melt it than give it to you!"
He roared in frustration and bent down to take back the legendary equipment on the ground. His movements were filled with the determination of being completely enraged.
He turned around and was about to rush towards the shadow of the crack in the rock wall again. His short legs moved very fast, and his back was filled with grief and despair.
However, this time, he didn't even take ten steps.
He suddenly stopped and turned around again, the anger on his face fading like the tide.
Instead, there was an extreme entanglement and distortion, which finally turned into an almost flattering... shrewdness?
"Hey! Wait!"
His voice was dry, with an attempt at reasoning in it, "Human brat! Captain? And two... uh, powerful ladies! Listen to me! Just one sentence!"
He walked back a few steps quickly, trying to stay as far away from Monica as possible, but his eyes were fixed on Mark:
"That thing! That treasure! You took it, really! It's really not very useful! It's not meant to be used in fighting or as a magic prop!"
He pointed at Mark's skin, his tone full of regret, as if saying, "You are wasting God's gift."
"That thing, if I'm not mistaken, its real name should be 'Mithril Marrow Core'! It's a rare item that can only be born from the essence of the ore and special magic power in extreme environments!"
"Its sole function is forging! A supreme forging artifact! It can transform ordinary iron into divine weapons, imbue transcendental equipment with spirituality, and even potentially reach the threshold of 'myth'!"
The dark-skinned dwarf became more and more excited as he spoke, his saliva flying everywhere, and his dark face was glowing with fanaticism:
"The most you can do with it is treat it as ordinary mithril, turning it into a common enchanting material, or using it as a glowing pillar! That would be a waste! A huge waste! It's blasphemy!"
He patted his chest hard, making a dull "bang bang" sound, and his small eyes flashed with strong confidence and desire:
"But I'm different! Who am I? I'm the youngest and most promising rune forging master in the Holy Dragon Continent! A prodigy the Graybeard Clan hasn't seen in a century!"
"Only I! Only I can bring out its true value! Integrate it into the forging and transform decay into magic!"
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