blueteamnovel Chapter 490 The Forger
Chapter 490 The Forger
In the blink of an eye, the sharp claws of the two giant-clawed gray wolves penetrated the body of the black-faced sheep and chopped it into several pieces.
Although the two of them had been penetrated by the black-faced sheep body in front of them, their faces did not show the slightest joy or excitement.
Because when their sharp claws penetrated the black-faced sheep, the feeling was very outrageous.
It didn't feel like cutting into a flesh-and-blood object at all, but like cutting into a piece of cotton-like air, with almost no sense of reality.
Just when the two giant-clawed gray wolves were surprised by their poor handling, the body of the black-faced sheep that they chopped into several pieces suddenly began to melt, collapse and melt.
The entire body of the black-faced sheep was like a melting ice cube, gradually submerging into the ground.
Looking at the scene in front of them, the two giant-clawed gray wolves looked horrified and froze in place in great surprise.
What's happening here? How could this be? ?
What on earth is this black-faced sheep? How could it suddenly melt and disappear?
Before the two giant-clawed gray wolves could react, the entire plateau began to collapse and melt, centered on the place where the black-faced sheep melted, including the two giant-clawed gray wolves.
The entire ground turned into a huge swamp, softening in an instant, swallowing up and submerging the two giant-clawed gray wolves.
Faced with this horrific turn of events, the two giant-clawed gray wolves instantly started a crazy struggle, and their crazy and harsh roars could be heard endlessly.
The giant-clawed gray wolf, who was originally a hunter, instantly fell into despair and was no longer as cruel and cold-blooded as before.
However, no matter how hard the two giant-clawed gray wolves struggled and fluttered, they could not break away from the collapsed ground beneath them. They could not find the surrounding points of strength at all, and could only sit and work in vain.
Just like this, the two giant-clawed gray wolves watched helplessly as their bodies sank into the earth, and their despair had brought them to the point of collapse.
In reality, the two giant-clawed gray wolves were staying where they were just now, their bodies stiff and motionless, like sculptures.
The black-faced sheep had already left the spot and walked in another direction.
Not long after, the two giant-clawed gray wolves that were frozen under the big tree began to melt, and their entire bodies melted.
Start with the skin, muscles, fat, and bones viscera.
The two giant-clawed gray wolves were like two melted ice cubes. Their bodies were flowing all over the ground, and the smelly blood dripped down and merged into the soil beneath them.
Under this horrific scene, within a moment, the two giant-clawed gray wolves turned into two pools of blood and disappeared without a trace.
From the time these two giant-clawed gray wolves appeared until their death, the black-faced sheep didn't even turn its head.
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There is a special area in a desert in the Gobi Desert.
The desert here is full of green and cacti are everywhere.
But unlike ordinary cacti, these cacti growing here are not only unusually large, but the needles of these cacti also reveal a special metallic luster, which looks unusually sharp and strong.
As the sealing formation under the Imperial Capital gradually collapsed, a cactus that was tens of meters high suddenly shook a few times, and then fell to the ground, creating a huge hole in the sand.
After the cactus fell to the ground, a thick arm suddenly appeared at the root of the giant cactus.
It was the force of this thick arm from under the giant cactus that caused the cactus to topple over.
Then, a dwarf wearing a tattered turban and a body of strong tendons suddenly crawled out from the roots of the cactus.
This dwarf is none other than a super-level creature of the dwarf race, a dwarf race known as the God of Forging.
When the God of Forging emerged from the roots of the cactus, he did not look at the surrounding environment immediately, but turned his head to look at the giant cacti around him.
The God of Forging slowly walked to the cactus that he knocked down. After getting closer, he carefully observed the spikes all over the cactus.
Just observing was not enough. The God of Forging also reached out his hand and flicked one of the spikes twice.
"Buzzing..."
Listening to the sound coming from the spike, the God of Forging raised the corners of his mouth slightly and murmured to himself:
"It's such a good material for forging. It would be a shame not to use it to make a hammer."
After saying these words, the God of Forging immediately started to forge, collecting the spikes on the cactus one by one, and gathering them together.
Unlike all other super-level creatures, the God of Forging actually started forging his own weapons immediately after breaking the seal.
It seems that to him, these mere Ten Thousand Years seals are not worth mentioning at all.
Only forging weapons and items is the meaning of his life.
Under the busyness of the God of Forging, he quickly collected all the surrounding cactus spikes and piled them into a huge hill.
Looking at these huge spikes in front of him, the God of Forging was slightly silent.
What a pity. How great would it be if Balrog was around?
In this way, I can use the heat in his body to melt and forge these spikes.
Even though there are no tools or forging furnaces for the God of Forging to use, this little trouble cannot trouble him at all.
The God of Forging just snapped his fingers, and an extremely bright flame ignited in his right hand.
The flames carried a terrifying high temperature, twisting and melting the surrounding air.
Looking at the flames igniting in his hand, the God of Forging gently felt the temperature on it, then threw it into the desert in front of him.
When this small flame fell onto the desert, a magical scene appeared.
The originally hard and dry sand suddenly turned into a piece of molten magma. The sand was bubbling like boiling water.
Looking at the boiling gravel magma in front of him, the God of Forging nodded with satisfaction, then stretched out his hands and inserted them directly into the molten magma. He lifted and rubbed the magma to feel the changes in temperature and texture.
This magma is so hot that it melts, and is enough to burn living things into ashes. In the hands of the God of Forging, it is like a lump of molasses, without any threat at all.