226. Chapter 226 What is the use of forging stone?

Chapter 226 What is the use of forging stone?

"You said that anyone who enters the town will be sent here every time they are teleported!?"

"No way! My people are still outside!"

Stellan shook the shoulder of someone in front of her, with complex emotions flashing on her face: one part nervousness, two parts anxiety, three parts helplessness, and four parts wanting to laugh.

Hey, you want to laugh?

How could one not smile when one thought of how much they would have suffered without my guidance?

"Why don't you write this kind of thing into your strategy?" She pretended to be angry and punched the man opposite her on the chest. "Now my people are going to suffer."

The author of the guide, Luluwo, who somehow appeared here, shrugged helplessly and said, "We just wrote it in the latest version and haven't had time to send it out yet. Everyone should take a break, right?"

There are no competitors of the same level yet, so the Skyrim Raiders team does not feel a sense of crisis yet.

She stretched her neck to look back and asked, "Oh, oh, are Leon and the others here? I have good news."

"It's not like I follow them around every day."

Without her relatives around, Stellan relaxed inexplicably and didn't even have to keep her back straight.

It's impossible to go out and look for them. Who knows where they were teleported to. I hope they can reach the safe zone as soon as possible.

She looked around. In front of the academy, there were many colorful tents of all sizes set up in the town. These belonged to the adventurers who were temporarily stationed here. Some people simply slept in the open air, gathering some water plants, drying them on the campfire, and then using them as blankets to sleep with.

From this perspective, adventurers are just like cockroaches. They can find ways to survive no matter what environment they are in. This kind of vitality of "I must survive" is truly touching.

But hasn’t anyone thought of renovating the empty house and making good use of it?

"Is that forge stone?"

She suddenly realized that the things many people used to press down tents looked very familiar. After careful observation, she found that they were not ordinary stones, but forging stones!

Because no one knows how to use the forging stone produced in the Sen Dungeon, everyone treats this thing as waste. The glowing stone is more valuable than it.

"It's a bit of a waste," Stellan shook her head. She had always believed that everything produced in the Sen Dungeon must be useful, but they just hadn't discovered the correct way to use it. The same must be true for the forging stone.

Didn’t a cute cat forging master appear in the forest area recently? Maybe there is also an afterimage with similar functions that can use forging stones waiting for everyone to discover.

But there is no point in saying this at the moment.

The number of people wandering around here roughly seemed to be over fifty, but the town was too big, so when they were scattered around, there seemed to be only a few people, and it was estimated that many of them were out there making their way around.

There was a queue in front of the counter of the wandering trader Kalie, where people were buying all sorts of goods. If someone took too long to choose a product, they would be scolded by the people behind them.

There are several intact houses near Kale, with similar decorations. This place has been transformed by the Skyrim Strategy Group into its temporary base. Several ordinary-looking anvils and forges are placed outside, as if they were cleared out of the house.

Stellan observed and found that everyone seemed to buy ordinary jerky. Could it be that they didn't bring enough food when entering the dungeon?

"Did you notice? This is a big business opportunity, right?" Luluwo noticed her gaze and said with a smile, "If we can bring food and other supplies here to sell steadily, we will definitely make a lot of money."

"It's only possible to make money during this period of development. When the Earl reacts, he will definitely build up the land around the portal. By then, these businesses will still belong to the big chamber of commerce."

Stellan looked far away. She turned her gaze back to Luluwo and asked, "What good news did you want to tell me just now?"

"It's okay to tell you in advance."

Luluwo snapped her fingers and a confident smile appeared on her lips.

"After our deep thinking, we have come up with a preliminary idea of ​​the solution for the Crystal Elder."

“It all comes down to numbers.”

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The sky is vast, the wilderness is vast. The wind blows the grass low and I can see that there are no cattle or sheep, but there is plenty of aquatic products.

“Crackle!”

On a hill that had emerged from the water, a bonfire crackled. It was just an ordinary flame, a fire made by magic.

A large lobster claw was roasting on the fire. It looked so delicious with its bright red color that it made people forget how brave and heroic its owner was.

Looking around from the hill, the scenery is all the same. The fog is so thick that it is impossible to see the scenery in the distance clearly. I don’t know what danger is hidden in the fog.

By the way, what kind of person would be so bold as to have a BBQ on a hill surrounded by dangers?

"Do you really want to eat this?" Melgar showed a look of disgust. "Aren't we promoting ourselves as vegetarians?"

"You're just kidding me, you really think elves are the embodiment of nature that only drinks nectar and chews leaves?" Liznai cracked the claw shell, revealing the white lobster meat. "Only when you're full will you have the strength to set off on your journey."

"I won't eat it. I want to be true to people's beautiful imagination of elves." The cool elf named Kunan had a determined look on his face and pulled up the weeds on the ground with his own hands.

Everyone is used to this kind of scene, and they are all honest about their desires, gathering around the fire and waiting for the food to come out of the oven.

It seems like someone is missing, where did Weinmah go?

"It tastes a bit bad." Melgar took a bite of the white lobster meat and then stuck out his tongue. "It's not as good as lobster or fish."

"Hey, Melgar, are the things in the gourmet area really as delicious as you said?" an elf couldn't help but ask. They always heard Melgar bragging about how delicious the food in the gourmet area was.

"Haven't you gone to check it out in these days?" she asked curiously.

"I was busy doing other things and forgot about it." The elf scratched his head embarrassedly.

"I'll take you there next time."

Melgar's words brought cheers. As long as there is a little benefit, the elves will become very optimistic, but this is only limited to the traditional elves.

For elves like Stellan who have been out there, their values ​​have long changed. Just like normal people, they want more after getting some benefits.

After a while of chatting, when the huge lobster claws were almost eaten up, Weinmah's figure slowly emerged from the thick fog.

Satisfaction was written on her face, and the dirt on the hem of her skirt disappeared under the effect of the cleaning spell.

During the time when everyone was resting, she went out alone to find food, no, to explore the way. Now that she came back, everyone knew it was time to set off.

Time went back a period of time, and just after passing the seal, they found that Stellan was missing. After losing their guide, they could only grope their way forward on their own.

Then they encountered monsters. They couldn't see the road clearly because of the thick fog. Dodging the monsters' attacks attracted more monsters instead. It took them some time to clear the surroundings and they found a hill as a temporary resting point.

"I can't find the way." Wei'enma shook her head. There was lake all around and no clues at all.

The optimistic elves were not discouraged and just found a path and set off.

But

"We're going the wrong way." Gong Qiying, who was peeping at everything from behind the crystal ball, sighed and wondered if these elves were all directionally challenged.

In fact, the place where they were initially teleported to was not far from the town in front of the academy, but the periodic foggy weather obscured the traces of the campfire.

The luck of these elves was comparable to that of the spearmen, so naturally they went in the opposite direction.

It’s not scary to go the wrong way, what’s scary is that they don’t know they are going the wrong way, and still talk and laugh while walking on the wrong road.

"Just because you have green hair, do you have to be as directionally challenged as some green-haired guy?"

Gong Qiying had originally placed high hopes on this group of elves, counting on them to collect the fragments of Topps' paintings, but the fragments were basically hidden in the academy. If these people couldn't enter the academy, nothing he said would be of any use.

Find another way to guide them? Never mind, just let it go. It's impossible for them to never find the town in front of the academy in their lifetime.

He flipped through the map of Lake Lienia that he had drawn and said to himself:

"It can't be said that they are completely unlucky. At least if they continue walking, they will encounter new afterimage characters, provided that they don't change direction again."

In the image of the crystal ball, the elves walked firmly on the path they believed to be correct, heading westward.

If you walk towards the northwest, you will encounter the pyroxene dragon and the academy pyroxene key, but they are heading due west. If you keep walking in that direction, you will only encounter insurmountable mountains, which are commonly known as the border.

Generally speaking, adventurers with normal minds will not try to cross something that is obviously a border. Everyone knows that there will be borders in any dungeon, and there is no benefit in exploring places beyond the borders.

Gong Qiying watched as they encountered a battle-hardened lobster that was out for a walk with a group of them, and then were frightened by the extremely long range and power of the high-pressure water cannon - it seemed that every adventurer would have this reaction after coming in, and at this point it no longer interested him.

Although these elves have weird personalities, they are quite powerful. A little girl chanted and released a deafening explosion magic, which killed a battle-hardened lobster in one blow. As a result, she collapsed to the ground powerlessly.

Following the lobster, the next to appear is the dumpling (crossed out), which refers to the insect family. Its disgusting appearance, devilish movements, and magic that forced the elves to move taught them a lesson.

The elves can only see cute and handsome creatures in the Elf Forest. Even the monsters have appearances that conform to the aesthetic tastes of many people. Who has ever seen something like a finger bug that is designed purely to disgust people?

Except for Vainma and Melgar, the other elves looked uncomfortable.

Then came the ghosts, puppet soldiers, and giant crabs, which could be regarded as a welcome ceremony for the newcomers in the lake area.

Monsters in the lake area will be attracted to people of similar strength, so strong people will encounter strong monsters, and ordinary people can only fight a medium-sized lobster at most.

Relying on the law that strong people attract each other, Weinmah and his companions encountered the elite monster [Mud Fish Dragon] in an open space.

There is nothing much to say about the battle process. No matter how strong the Mudfish Dragon is, it is not as strong as Mugram. At most, its skin is a little thicker than that of the Kalia Knight.

But

"call."

Slowly climbing up from the ball of mud thrown out by the mud dragon, Weinmah revealed a terrifying expression like a devil.

The strong murderous intent made the monster tremble, feeling that it had awakened a ferocious beast.

"Run, the old woman is angry!" Someone shouted, and the elves fled in all directions. About two seconds later, the ground began to shake.

When people looked over there again, they found that the small lake had turned into a forest, as if a corner of the forest had been roughly transplanted here.

The mudfish dragon was bound by thick branches and could not move at all, like a salted fish.

"We're having grilled fish today." Wei'enma spat out a mouthful of mud, her face so gloomy that water could drip out of it.

Looking at the hideous-looking mud dragon, everyone wanted to refuse, but they didn't dare.

"Well, well, why don't we find a place to rest first? We are all tired." Kunan ran out to smooth things over. With cold sweat dripping down his face, he pointed to a place not far away and said, "Let's go there. I just saw a small house over there."

Liznai took the initiative to use the Cleansing Technique to help Vienma remove the dirt, and also tried to secretly use the Calming Technique, but was shrunk by a glare from Vienma.

Damn it, you are just a few years older than me and your magic attainment is a little higher than mine. When I grow up, I will definitely kick your ass. Her face showed a little depression.

There was indeed a house not far away, but when everyone got closer, they found that there was a big pot over there, and bubbles were bubbling in the pot, as if something was cooking.

Melgar walked over to take a look, but suddenly a strange voice came from the side.

"Want some shrimp?"

(End of this chapter)

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