Episode 121
“How dare this bastard orc dare to wield that vicious weapon without thinking that it’s safe!!!”
“I accepted a lowly orc bastard, and the arrogance pierced the sky!!”
Shyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
When Damian turned his head to the sound that filled his cavity, two figures fell out of the air.
It was a dwarf with a brown beard braided down to the floor, and a massive elf with platinum hair pulled back into a ponytail.
Although they have different appearances, if there is one thing they have in common, they have a muscular body without any flab and are holding a huge hammer!
So, on the other hand, Damian feels that the common air is overflowing with their appearance.
He was able to instinctively notice that now was his only chance to survive.
“Oh hello! Mr. Muradin, Mr. Oberon!”
“…hmm?”
They seemed to be swinging their hammers at Rexxar at any moment, but their attention was drawn to them at once.
Thus, it was the moment when all the true masters of Ulduir’s furnace were gathered together.
“human?”
“Human?”
“yes. As you can see… Human.”
Poof! Whiik!
Damian stroked the back of his head embarrassedly as he felt the two old eyes staring at him as if they were looking at a strange object.
It was thanks to the memory of the previous life.
The reason why he was able to save his life against Rexxar, an orc who was no different from a personality breaker.
Also, the reason why I decided to leave behind the Book of the Black Covenant that brought about the end and take on an unmatched quest.
It was a decision made possible because of a certain confidence that he would be able to pull himself out if necessary, but in another way, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was because these dwarves and elves existed.
Simply put, it was a minimal safety device.
If it was Rexxar alone occupying Ulduir’s furnace, Damian would not have even thought of requesting the item in the first place.
‘You really almost died.’
gulp!
In other words, from the beginning, Damian had in mind that these dwarves and elves would appear in Rexxar’s commotion.
Even though he knew that his life was at stake, he was able to say without hesitation that he had come to ask for an item from Rexxar.
“What is this human? Rexxar?”
“Is it your pet?”
“What are you talking about?”
Rexxar frowned as the dwarves and elves muttered as they glared at Damian.
It didn’t sound like words.
If you hit it, you killed it. A pet?
Of course, from the point of view of these two old men, who wished they had lived longer than Rexxar, but never lived less, it was not unreasonable to think of Damian as a pet.
That would also be the case, in their view, Rexxar raised the Immortal King’s hammer to play (?) Damian.
“By the way… how can humans name this body?”
“How did you know my name?”
“Why are you asking me that?”
As the dwarf and elf turned their heads as if they had promised, Rexxar raised his voice as if he was uncomfortable.
In fact, it was because even he did not know how Damian knew their names.
It’s been close to hundreds of years since they entered the furnace of Ulduir and went into hiding, and the probability that a human with a lifespan of only 100 years or so knows this place is extremely low.
Moreover, Rexxar, who had to stop the work he was engrossed in because of Damian, did not wonder about such things and had no reason to wonder.
It was enough to kill him right away.
So, I tried to avoid the trouble by killing the humans in front of me before the two gnomes who divided Ulduir’s furnace into
thirds appeared. The best artisans of the recognized races gathered at one time to determine superiority, so the one who wins the thousand-year competition will become the best artisan on the continent. I’ve come this far following that tradition. Is that correct?”
“…That’s not wrong.”
Suddenly, Rexxar couldn’t shake off the awkward feeling that he was getting involved with the human being in front of him.
As Damian said, the nickname < Tubalcain > was one of the names he got when he disbanded the union and toured the continent, and it was a term used to refer to himself and the two old monsters, along with < Buland > and < Vulcanus >.
For him, who had no intention of listening to Damian in the first place, it was nothing more than a frowned upon story.
“Oh, Vulcanus… It’s been a while since I’ve heard that name. Does this name of the main seat have already spread to humans? I didn’t know such an oral tradition existed.”
“You said my name before you! You empty chaff-like elf bastard!”
“What are you saying? Like this invisible, short-bodied drunkard?”
“…”
Jureuk!
Damian was speechless as he watched the dwarves and elves quarreling while he spoke.
They couldn’t have been crazy people.
Muradin Radatosque II. The first mountain king of the great dwarf kingdom under the mountain < Durin > and the leader who led the Black Anvil tribe to its heyday.
Oberon Perahav Royen. The last son of Elianyar, the fairy of light, and the fairy king who protected the land of fairies from Balak, the primordial evil.
All of them were noble origins who had nothing short of comparison to Rexxar, and even looking at their backgrounds, they could be said to be people who would go down in the history of the continent.
It was said that they were not people who could argue with each other like children fighting here and now.
The reason Ulduir’s furnace was a hot place that everyone wanted to find in their previous life was because of the excellent performance of the < Random Craft Item > that came out of them.
Damian also had no doubts about their skills, so he went all the way to this place instead of the Book of the Black Oath that brought about the end.
If there was one thing he had overlooked, it could be said that they were competing for a thousand years.
To put it simply, they were “hikikomori.”
As they competed to see who was the best craftsman on the continent, their social skills naturally declined.
Of course, because he was immersed in only one purpose, his personality went beyond being eccentric and broke down.
The blacksmith’s unique single-minded personality has become extremely dark, and they have become a tribe with destructive personalities.
It was a fact so clear that it was unnecessary to say that their illness(?) would become serious due to the long competition.
“Are you not ashamed in front of a blue-haired man with no blood on his head, since he is like an uneducated and lowly person? It’s very nonsensical.”
“…Are you done talking now? fairy old man? Sounds like you want to get into the coffin and leave Middle-earth right now?”
“I’ll make you a muk bowl first!!!”
Quaang!
As Muradin roared and jumped in, Oberon lit a twin wick in his eye and swung his hammer.
It was a lightning-fast response.
The moment when even Damian sensed that he had barely moved with < Sixth Sense >, and the air between them instantly turned violent.
“…huh?”
“…hmm?”
Damian spit out doubts at the same time as Muradin and Oberon.
It was later confirmed that Muradin’s hammer, which Oberon had bounced off, was inserted into Rexxar’s jaw.
“Are you the owner?”
“Uh…”
Ku-gu-gu-gu-gu!
The speculation that fills the plaza makes you automatically step back.
Thus, a dangerous intuition as if faced with a powder keg on the verge of an explosion swept through his whole body.
– Kwoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Before long, Rexxar’s roar began to rumble through the cavity.
* * *
“DIE!!!”
Perong!
As Rexxar’s hammer hit the floor, a storm erupted in the cavity.
It was a shock wave on a different level from the mana vortex that was in conflict with the appearance of Muradin and Oberon.
If Damian had not deployed his body’s mana with both legs planted on the ground, his torso would have been caught up in a mana storm at once and turned into a handful of lava!
Moreover, when it was a clash between transcendents comparable to Rexxar, Damian’s hiding in a corner of the plaza was an extremely instinctive move.
“Lord master bastard! Save the bundle—!!”
“Hold tight!!”
It was because the entire furnace in Ulduir was vibrating due to the clash between the three spirits, creating a scene of the end of the century.
‘Wake. If I get caught up in it, I will die…!’
Kururrureung!
As the heavens and earth shuddered and lava and stone fragments surged up in all directions, Damian opened his eyes and fully deployed < Sixth Sense >.
A battle to be reckoned with was taking place here at the base of the Utah Mountains.
A clash reminiscent of the battles fought in the old days when he was a god of war, and a clash to the point of instilling awe in the viewer.
Their fight was so fast that it was impossible to even follow it with the eyes at a tolerable level.
Along with that, the shockwaves that burst out in succession were so strong that if they were not protected with mana, they would cause bloodshed and die.
“Is this a true story about the fighting level…?”
bang! bang! bang! bang! bang!
The battle that is currently taking place in front of my eyes is not just a clash of metal against metal.
It was a terrifying inaction to the extent that a mere force-to-force clash could cause a natural disaster in the community.
‘It can’t go on like this. No matter what the cost…!’
Crunchy!
Damian crossed his arms and gritted his teeth at the thunder and gusts of wind that erupted from the round square.
Even holding on, let alone stopping the fight, was beyond my strength.
No matter how much he has < Wolf Totemic Set > and level 71 specs, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the three characters he is facing are at an unmeasurable level.
Considering that a level 900 ranker in his previous life slaughtered users below level 100 with a single gesture, the fact that Damian was now enduring like this was a miracle in itself.
[Notice: WARNING! Warning!]
[Notice: A powerful mana storm is brewing in < The Furnace of Ulduir >!]
[Notice: The player’s vital signs are unstable beyond the standard! Be careful about logging out!]
[Notice: Synchronization with players is dropping below the standard! Be careful about logging out!]
In other words, like the system message floating in front of Demian’s eyes.
In this space where three legendary figures collide, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a space of death, and an exercise of terrifying power was taking place.
“Come together!!!”
“Why is that, Master!”
“Quickly throw things away!!!”
Quaaaaaa!
As Damian shouted, using a rock as cover, the group began to search his arms.
It sounded crazy, but it was inevitable.
In the meantime, countless treasures made by squeezing numerous masters of the Principality of Parma while spending astronomical amounts of money and time.
And it was prepared for this very moment, and if he died here and now, it would be no different from a swordfish.
Therefore, it was said that if not used now, the items are no different from trash.
Besides, the owner said that once he died due to the misinformation system, he could never come back to this world again
. Absolutely free!!!!!
Cheek!
The fact that Moonggi threw the object and Damian screamed at the same time was truly a moment created by the perfect combination.
It happened at the same time as the binge drinking in the cavity.
