After returning to Baiyu City, Zhang Yang took out the Heavy Injury skill book and couldn't help but smile. He slapped it on his body and learned it.
[Heavy Injury] (Passive): When your attack causes a critical hit, there will be an additional bleeding damage equivalent to 30% melee damage. Lasts for 6 seconds.
This was a very good passive skill. As long as any attack caused a critical hit, it would automatically activate! Although 30% melee damage wasn't much, firstly, it was a free skill. Secondly, bleeding damage wasn't reduced by armor.
Of course, for Zhang Yang who had the Eagle Eye skill, this effect of not being reduced by armor was of little value. However, in PvP, unless it was a tank fighting against a tank, there wouldn't be that much time for you to use Broken Armor. Bleeding damage ignoring armor was still very useful.
Defeating Charvo didn't take much time, but the time spent on the road was very long. This trip took more than an hour. Zhang Yang thought for a moment and took out the "Falling Moon Bow" from his bag. He decided to complete the "Relic" quest and return this sacred item of the Dwarves.
Stonehammer Fort was quite far from Baiyu City. It was across two 30 + leveling maps and was located in Shival Mountain in the Red Cloud Plains.
Baiyu City didn't have a direct "flight" to Stonehammer Fort. Zhang Yang had to first fly to the Red Cloud Plains' Alliance Town, Huta 'an, and then walk through Shival Mountain to reach Stonehammer Fort.
After paying, Zhang Yang sat on the Gryphon. It took him nearly an hour to reach Huta 'an. The journey was so boring that he wanted to sleep. While flying, other than chatting, players couldn't do anything. They couldn't even rub potions to pass the time.
After getting off the "plane", Zhang Yang summoned the Skeleton Warhorse. With a push of his legs, the warhorse immediately started galloping.
Although the Crimson Cloud Fields was a rather remote leveling map, Zhang Yang still saw a few players grinding along the way. When these players saw Zhang Yang's eye-popping Mount, they could not help but stare at him, their eyes brimming with envy.
The monsters in the Red Cloud Plains ranged from Level 30 to Level 39. Because Zhang Yang was only Level 31, he instantly attracted the aggro of many Level 35 + monsters, who chased after him. However, the Skeletal Warhorse directly increased the character's Movement Speed by 300%. How could those monsters possibly catch up to him? They chased after him for a distance before escaping the aggro and returning.
After another 40 minutes of rushing, Zhang Yang finally arrived at the Stonehammer Castle, a castle meticulously built by the dwarves.
The castle was huge, but it was only three stories tall, unlike human castles that had more than ten stories. It was not tall, but the castle occupied a large area, giving off a heavy and solid feeling. Sort of like a dwarf: not tall, but fat.
In terms of city defense, Dwarven Castles didn't rely on natural defenses and moats like humans did. This Stonehammer Fort's main entrance didn't have a moat or a drawbridge. The two gigantic iron gates were wide open, with eight Dwarven Warriors patrolling the area. Taking a closer look, they were all Level 60 Elites. They could probably kill any current player in an instant.
However, this did not mean that the Stonehammer Fort's defenses were weak. On top of the city walls, there were cannons placed at intervals. Who knew how much damage they would cause if they were to be bombarded!
It was said that because the Dwarves were a race that liked to dig underground, many years ago, they had actually dug up an Upper Rock Ruin and obtained many advanced technologies! In addition, the Dwarves were the most outstanding craftsmen, hence the appearance of cannons, ballistas, and other great killing weapons.
"Halt, this is the Dwarven Race's territory, you are not allowed to enter!" At the castle's entrance, Zhang Yang was stopped by the eight Elite Guards.
Zhang Yang didn't want to test if the other party would use violence. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't deal with eight Level 60 Elites!
Obediently dismounting the warhorse, Zhang Yang walked forward and said, "I am an adventurer from the Alliance. I am here to return Baojia Mead's belongings by his will!"
"What, Master Baojia!"
"Didn't he die in battle 20 years ago!"
The eight Dwarven Guards immediately whispered to each other.
After a while, a Dwarf Guard said, "Warrior, Master Baojia died 20 years ago. You look like you're only 20 years old. Would Master Baojia entrust a baby to complete his will! Hahaha! "
The Dwarves all laughed.
It was so hard to even enter the door!
Zhang Yang took out the Falling Moon Bow from his backpack and held it with one hand, saying, "Baojia indeed died a long time ago, but his soul didn't die. So after meeting me, he gave me the Dwarven Race's holy relic and told me to give it to his son, Singh Mead!"
"This, this is the Falling Moon Bow?"
"One of our Dwarven Race's seven great holy relic, the Falling Moon Bow?"
"Oh my god, I can feel the aura of a great craftsman surging on it! That's right, only our Dwarven Race's great craftsman can create such a holy relic! "
The eight Dwarven Guards couldn't stay still anymore, they all showed extremely excited expressions.
"Young warrior, please forgive us for our rudeness earlier! You have brought back a long lost holy relic for our Dwarven Race. You are our race's most distinguished guest and friend! Please follow me, I will immediately bring you to see Sir Magrian! "
A Dwarf Guard bowed to Zhang Yang. His change from arrogance to humility made Zhang Yang feel a little satisfied.
The Dwarf Guard led the way in front and brought Zhang Yang into the castle. After passing through several corridors, they went up the stairs to the third floor.
Along the way, they met many Dwarven children and Dwarven aunties. When they saw Zhang Yang, a human, they all looked at him strangely. If not for the Dwarf Guard accompanying him, Zhang Yang reckoned that these NPCs would have rushed up to beat him up.
Although the four major races had formed an alliance to fight against the invasion of the Demons and the Undead, this did not mean that they were as close as a family! In fact, before the Demons and the Undead became a disaster, these four major races had always been fighting to dominate the continent. It was only because they were beaten so badly by the Demons and the Undead that they had no choice but to unite.
Arriving at the third floor, the Dwarf Guard led Zhang Yang to a stone room and said in a very respectful tone, "Sir Magrian, a human adventurer has brought the holy relic Falling Moon Bow, saying that it is the will of Sir Baojia Mead!"
Ka!
The door of the stone room immediately opened, and a male Dwarf with red hair and a red beard walked out. His long beard hung down to his crotch, enough to be tied into a few braids.
[Great Craftsman Magrian, Leader of Stonehammer Castle] (Gold Leader, Humanoid)
Level: 80
Health Points:???
A Gold Leader NPC, he could not even see his Health Points!
"Young warrior, welcome to Stonehammer Castle. You have worked hard! Please take a rest first. Later, we will hold a banquet for you and listen to your story in detail! "Magrian said in a very friendly manner.
Zhang Yang hurriedly said, "Sir Magrian, I have received the will of Baojia Mead to hand over the Falling Moon Bow to his son, Singh Mead. Please allow me to fulfill my promise to the dead first!"
Magrian revealed a trace of a smile and said, "Young warrior, you have a noble heart! Alright, Tuma, bring our distinguished guest to see Singh! "
"Yes, Lord Magoan!" The Dwarven guard saluted Magoan.
Magrian returned to the house, while Zhang Yang was led by the Dwarf Guard from the third floor of the castle to the fourth underground floor.
The Dwarven Race naturally liked to dig holes. Even their buildings were more underground than on top! From the outside, this Stonehammer Castle was only three floors high. However, in reality, it had five floors underground!
The three floors above ground were where the Dwarves lived, while the five underground floors were all workplaces. Many Dwarven craftsmen were working, clanging their hammers until they flew into the air.
The Dwarf Guard led Zhang Yang to the front of a young male Dwarf and said, "Craftsman Singh, there is a distinguished guest who wants to see you!"
The young male Dwarf was designing some kind of blueprint. Hearing this, he turned around and said, "Hmm, who is it?"
[Craftsman Singh Mead] (Normal, Humanoid)
Level: 40
Health Points: 4,000
Zhang Yang took a step forward and said, "Mr. Singh, my name is Zhan Yu, an adventurer from Baiyu City! A few days ago, when I was exploring the Misty Valley, I came across the soul of your father, Baojia, and received his will to pass the Dwarven Race's holy artifact, the Falling Moon Bow, to you! "
"What, my father's … will!" Singh revealed an inexplicable expression.
After a while, he said, "Respected Warrior, please follow me. I want to know everything in detail!"
F * ck, I can't even hand in the quest directly!
Zhang Yang had no choice but to follow Singh back to the third floor of the castle and enter a room. After the Dwarf Guard completed his quest, he returned to stand guard at the gate again.
Singh poured a glass of wine for Zhang Yang and said, "Respected Warrior, please tell me. My father … how did he die?"
Dwarves loved wine. Wine was their drink, just like how humans used tea to entertain guests.
Zhang Yang took out the Falling Moon Bow and placed it on the table. Then, he said, "Your father was transformed by the evil Wizard Portria using necromancy spells into … an Undead. However, because of the Falling Moon Bow's protection, his soul was never completely controlled. That was why he was able to pass the Falling Moon Bow to me and asked me to bring it to you!"
"Thank you …" Singh stood up and bowed to Zhang Yang.
"Ding! You have completed the quest: Relic. Obtained 50,000 Experience Points! "
F * ck, I only got 50,000 EXP after traveling for so long? If I had known, I wouldn't have made this trip! Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel regretful.
Singh picked up the Falling Moon Bow on the table and gently stroked the bow. He revealed a nostalgic expression and said, "My father was the greatest archer in the race when he was young. That was why the King bestowed the Falling Moon Bow to my father and let him use this holy artifact!"
Could there be a follow-up?
Zhang Yang had originally planned to tear open the Teleportation Talisman. However, after hearing this, he couldn't help but pause, intending to observe the situation.
"My father —" Singh had only said three words when the Falling Moon Bow suddenly shot out a dark light and entered his body!
"Ah!"
Singh immediately let out a deafening roar!
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