Humans were weird.
After living in the Frogmen Village for a little while, Ironfelt found the behavior of the people around him hard to understand.
First of all, they used something called 'game coins' to trade … Come to think of it, didn't humans on the surface use copper coins, silver coins, Rions, and gold coins issued by the Treasury of the Church of Gaglomeia, the Goddess of Wealth?
He had even sold his beloved little anvil in exchange for a considerable amount of Rions from the Craftsmen's Guild, so that he could live on the surface smoothly …
Still, money was fine since he wasn't planning to open a blacksmith shop on the surface — it was fine as long as he had enough.
Moreover, he found the behavior of the believers weird.
They were passionate about killing murlocs that dared to attack the shore, and would even argue over the number of murlocs they killed.
Moreover, the believers' attitude toward death surprised Ironfelt as well. They did not fear death, and even saw it as a … uh, method?
Before this, he had seen a few believers who were fearless even if their limbs were severed so that they could kill the murlocs faster. They even lay prone in shallow waters and used their remaining arms to poke the murlocs, and ended up drowning right in front of him.
That believer's teammate wasn't surprised either, and simply said things like 'I'll bring a cleric next time' while carrying the drowned believer back to the Frogmen Village, laughing and chatting away. The entire process left Ironfelt's hair standing on end …
Even the dark dwarves who were passionate about fighting and saw death as a form of honor would never behave like that!
If not for the divine decree that led him to this place, he would have thought that it was a gathering place for cultists who were mentally unstable …
Another thing that left Ironfelt puzzled was that the believers of the God of Games did not like to forge weapons. Almost all of them had their own weapons, although they were of all shapes and sizes.
For example, some of them were ordinary longswords, but the edges of their blades split forward, making them look like tridents. While they looked cool, they weren't practical at all!
If he stabbed, the power would be dispersed by the blades. Without the support of the staff, he wouldn't be able to stab deep into the enemy's body. If he slashed, only the two small blades would be able to deal effective damage. Moreover, there wouldn't even be a health bar. In fact, it was obvious that the center of the sword wasn't stable. Wielding it would be more strenuous than wielding a normal weapon. Compared to the decorative swords of nobles, it was even more rubbish …
And yet, the believer of the God of Games who wielded such a garbage weapon confidently declared that 'I've finally gotten an Excellent weapon, and now I'm going to beat ten teeth out!' The group of believers around him had looks of envy on their faces.
That thing of his is too strenuous to even fight one. Apart from being more handsome and good-looking, it's not as easy to use as the ordinary longswords in your hands. Ironfelt could not help complaining inwardly.
Apart from that, some people's weapons even flashed with a strange light. It was not the kind of light that could blind the enemy's eyes, but a more gentle light. Other than looking cool, it was completely useless … Were they afraid that the enemy would not be able to see the trajectory of their swords? Or were they planning to use that thing to make your enemies laugh themselves to death so that they could inherit their weapons?
Of course, it was up to the believers of the God of Games what they wanted to use to cut people down. If they wanted, they could bring a cucumber or an eggplant and have nothing to do with Ironfelt, and he couldn't wait for his work to be a little easier.
The problem, however, was that Ironfelt's work wasn't getting any easier.
Ever since Ironfelt took up his post, many Players would bring their weapons to him every day to strengthen him.
Regarding the aspect of weapon strengthening, every Gold Emblem Blacksmith would obtain a skill after he was promoted to Grandmaster. It was by praying to Stoff, the God of Craftsmanship and Fine Wine, before crafting an item to confirm that there was no mistake in their crafting method.
The gist of it was:
— "God, do you think it'll work if I add some molten acid first and then some black crystals?"
— 'It will explode.'
That was the feeling.
It wasn't a direct communication with the gods since divine decrees were a big deal for the Blacksmith Guild. Instead, it was an ability that skipped the process of reading books and directly obtained the answer, and Grandmaster status was equivalent to gaining the clearance to use that ability.
To put it simply, it was Baidu.
Strengthening the weapons of the God of Games' believers in the God of Games' domain was different from Magma City. While the process was to infuse divine power into the weapon to improve the quality of the weapon, it was usually Stoff's divine power that was infused into the weapon. Even when the leaders of other churches invited dwarven master craftsmen to strengthen their weapons, it was still Stoff's divine power that was infused into the weapon.
On the other hand, in the Frogmen Village, it was the God of Games' divine power — although it wasn't explicitly stated, Ironfelt could sense energy similar to Stoff's divine power from the gems his believers gave him and instructed him to strengthen his weapons. Moreover, he couldn't use that energy for anything else apart from strengthening weapons and equipment.
What troubled him even more was that it wasn't easy to strengthen the weapons of the God of Games' believers.
Of course, this didn't mean that he wasn't skilled enough. In fact, he was quite accomplished in the aspect of strengthening weapons. It was just that when he strengthened the weapons of his believers, he would often smash the entire weapon with a single strike of his hammer.
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