Chapter 56
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Frost Axe's calloused hands touched the surface of the Magic Machine. It was very smooth to the touch. Years of experience in polishing crystals and jewelry allowed Frost Axe to instantly sense the raw materials used to make this Magic Machine.
All of them were very common Primordial Crystals on the market, and some of the components were even made of very inferior materials.
In the past, Frost Axe wouldn't even spare a glance at this kind of low-quality Primordial Crystal product when he was walking on the streets.
But he swore he had never seen the functions of this machine in his life!
"Did … you make this?"
Frost Axe stroked the smooth surface of the Magic Machine. When his fingers moved a card, Frost Axe retracted his hand as though he was electrocuted.
But under the influence of curiosity, he once again extended his hand to a card on the table.
"To be precise, it was made by me and two friends. One of them is right in front of you."
Josiah pointed to Hiri beside him. Frost Axe glanced at Hiri, then at Josiah. Be it Josiah or Hiri, both of them looked so young that he realized that 'times have changed'.
"What's the use?"
Frost Axe racked his brain for hundreds of years, hoping to find the principle behind the strange scene projected on a flat surface by the magic-guided machine.
Although he didn't have as deep an understanding of Inscriptions as human spellcasters, he dared claim to be the best in this city when it came to understanding crystals and magic machines.
This was because the existence of Magic Machines came from the Underground Ruins. It was a product of that ancient civilization. A hundred years ago, when Frost Axe was exploring the ruins, he discovered a giant made of steel. It could be driven by magic power and possessed great destructive power.
Back then, the Dwarven exploration team sacrificed 12 warriors to destroy the giant. After so many years, its iron head that was close to a meter long was hanging in Frost Axe's house.
Compared to the magic machines produced by the underground ruins, Noland's research on magic machines was still in its infancy. Noland's spellcasters had only scratched the surface of the knowledge.
It was a pity that the magic-guided machines in the ruins were all damaged, and the ones that were still useful were practically nonexistent.
After so many years, it had been too long since Frost Axe saw a magical machine that shocked him like the Iron Giant.
The one in front of him made him feel incredulous because he couldn't understand the principle behind it!
Why would there be images on the surface of the raw crystal? Why would there be changes when his hand touched the images?
These questions made his rotten brain start working again. Also, what was the use of this thing?!
"This machine only has one simple function."
Josh sized up the dwarf before him. The dwarf appeared to be several times Josh's age. There were many age spots on his face, but he still didn't appear to have aged in the slightest. The suit of armor he was wearing weighed at least 30 kilograms at the very least.
"Hurry up and say it."
Frost Axe urged impatiently. The dwarves' thirst for knowledge was no less than that of human mages. Otherwise, they wouldn't be exploring the underground of Noland.
"Play."
Under his urging, Josiah gave a very simple answer.
"Play?"
Frost Axe admitted that it was interesting to touch the images on the surface with his finger and get feedback, but the purpose of such an exquisite magical machine was actually to provide entertainment?
"That's right. This thing is called Hearthstone, and the gameplay isn't like what you're doing."
Josiah watched as the old dwarf pointed at the cards on the screen and dragged them here and there.
It was like a cat playing with a tablet computer, and the cat was using its little paws to tap on the screen meaninglessly.
"Let's start a round as a demonstration. I'll go find something to eat."
Hiri gave up her seat and took on the role of a spectator. At this moment, Ino brought over the wine that the dwarf ordered.
"Alright, young man. I hope this thing of yours is more interesting than arm wrestling."
Frost Axe didn't stand on ceremony and sat down. Dwarves didn't have many forms of entertainment. Drinking was one of the greatest joys in dwarven life, and there was also mining.
Whether it was drinking or mining, Frost Axe had been doing this for hundreds of years. No matter how much he liked it, he was still a little bored.
He wandered around in Noland to find something new to do, and this tavern's Hearthstone game attracted him.
"…"
At this time, Josiah still didn't answer. Compared to words, Josiah preferred to use actions to prove himself.
Frost Axe picked up the wine that Ino brought over and downed it in one gulp. The moment he put down the cup, Josiah also started a new round of Hearthstone duels.
The screen on the table was divided into two, and the one closest to Frost Axe had two portraits floating in the air.
"What's this?"
Frost Axe felt that he might have used up the most "what" in his life today.
"Classes. One is a Warrior, and the other is a Mage."
Josiah pointed at Mage Jaina and Warrior Garrouch, both of whom were famous figures in World of Warcraft.
Frost Axe didn't know the story of World of Warcraft, but he knew about the two classes of Mage and Warrior. He was a Warrior himself, a Warrior who relied on his own body to beat those stupid spellcasters into meat paste.
But …
"He's an orc?"
Frost Axe pointed at Warrior Garrouch and asked in a doubtful tone.
In this era where various races intermingled, orcs might be the only race that didn't fit in. A large number of them lived on the border of the Land of Frost and had no intention of communicating with other races.
If humans' impression of dwarves was rude, then their impression of orcs might be barbaric.
Even the Kingdom of Saints had recently spread the opinion that orcs were actually minions of demons.
However, it seemed that Garrouch was really despised wherever he went …
"You don't hate orcs?"
Josiah found that Frost Axe only asked one question before choosing Warrior Garrouch without hesitation.
"Hate? They're just a bunch of homeless guys. "
Warrior, orc.
Frost Axe recalled that hundreds of years ago, before he discovered this underground relic, he and his clan wandered around this war-torn continent. During their wanderings, they had dealings with orc clans. The process wasn't pleasant, but the outcome was pleasant.
He wondered if the old guy who knocked off the dragon's head with him hundreds of years ago was still alive. No … he must be alive.
When Frost Axe chose 'Warrior Garrouch', Garrouch's portrait instantly fell on the hero position, and he shouted, 'Victory or Death!'
This sentence was originally lok 'tar.ogar in the orc language of World of Warcraft. To make it easier for people to understand, Josiah directly translated it into Victory or Death!
The elderly dwarf was clearly moved by this line, which was filled with the courage to face death unflinchingly.
Who didn't have a story when they were young?
"Let's begin."
Josiah glanced at his starting hand and decided to attack first.
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