Chapter 1619 [God of the Hills—Anweimar]

smoke"

As Jiang Bai pressed the draw.

The entire interface started spinning "swish".

Jiang Bai was dazzled by the sight, and finally the cursor stopped on a shiny skill icon.

"Ding! Congratulations on obtaining the SSS-level skill [Thinking Explosion], let us congratulate this guy!"

"Think explosion?"

Jiang Bai was stunned for a moment.

Then open the skill book.

"Warlock skills?"

After seeing the skill interpretation, Jiang Bai was not disappointed, but overjoyed.

"I, Cao, finally got a copy of the feed."

It just so happens that this useless skill can be used to integrate tasks, and no one in my team can use it.

In this way, Jiang Bai felt at ease when using it.

Thinking about it, Jiang Bai threw the skills directly into the skill furnace given by the mission.

"Ding! Congratulations on successfully smelting the SSS-level skill [Thought Explosion]. The progress of the current task [Peering into the Power of Gods] is 20%!"

"There are still eight books left."

Jiang Bai's eyes darkened when he thought of this number.

Eight SSS level skills, how difficult it must be.

If warlocks all over the world knew that they had refined the 3S skills they dreamed of, they would probably be thinking of killing people.

"Yo? Where is this?"

Suddenly, Noel appeared like a ghost and looked at Lordaeron who was in full swing.

Then he frowned and shook his head in disappointment.

"What kind of place is this horse riding?"

"They all look crooked and cracked, and those women are as thick and black as black buckets. What the hell are you doing here?"

"I want to return to Hong Romance!"

"Shut up!"

Because of Noel's existence, Jiang Bai began to doubt the sacred attributes of the dragon clan.

"Fuck, why should I shut up? Who do you think you are? Don't forget me%@￥@#@..."

Noel was speechless after that.

Because Jiang Bai found a very good way to punish Noel.

That is to imitate Long Teng Ao and stuff it directly into Ya's crotch.

“Old dream in an empty city, my M!!!”

In his crotch, Noel howled.

…

"Oh? An old dream in an empty city?"

It can be seen that the old blacksmith Brent is very happy living in Lordaeron.

The iron is gone, and the novice players in Novice Village who are waiting for support have no guidance.

Follow Muradin all day long.

"Would you like a nice big ale?"

Brent held a dirty wooden beer glass, his cheeks were red, and he handed it to Jiang Bai with a smile.

"It must."

Jiang Bai drank it all in one gulp, feeling like he was drinking horse urine again.

“Delicious!”

Jiang Bai returned the beer glass to Brent.

"Are you here to upgrade your equipment again?"

Noel glanced at the long bow in Jiang Bai's hand and frowned.

"I can't fix this thing, and you are wearing 110 equipment now..."

"Art, do you know Anvilmar?"

Jiang Bai's words.

Brent and Muradin were stunned for a moment, as if they had been struck by lightning.

After a long silence, Muradin pushed Brent away, took a step forward, and looked at Jiang Bai with burning eyes.

"You actually know Anvilmar?"

"Nonsense, that's what I told him!"

Noel's voice came from Jiang Bai's crotch.

"Who is speaking?"

Brent suddenly became wary.

"It's okay, just ignore him. My friends have learned to talk in the past two days."

Jiang Bai punched his crotch with a bang, and Noel became honest at that time.

"Is this okay?"

Brent looked at Jiang Bai's crotch in shock, expressing that he had learned a lot.

"Ahem."

"Let's talk about Anvilmar's story!"

"You are not allowed to call the great [God of the Hills] that way!!!!"

Muradin was emotional and shouted with a red face.

"We can only call him the great [God of the Hills]! No one is qualified to call Anvilmar by his name, no one!!!"

"Then you also mentioned his name."

Jiang Bai keenly captured the key point.

"I don't!"

Muradin argued with a thick neck.

"Forget it, Aden, then tell me the story of the great [God of the Hills]."

We talked for about an hour.

Jiang Bai roughly understood the situation.

As mentioned before, [Hill Dwarf] is the royal bloodline of the dwarf race, and [Hill God - Anvilmar] is the ancestor of the hill dwarves and the first generation dwarf king.

He lived in ancient times, the [ancient dwarves] that Brent had mentioned several times.

There are probably some conceptual similarities with ancient humans.

It is rumored.

Anvilmar's weapon [Hammer of the Gods] is the ancestor of Brent's [Hammer of the Ancestors].

Only the [Hammer of the Gods] is qualified to forge divine weapons.

Because of the level of [Hammer of the Gods], it is said that it has surpassed the existence of a divine weapon.

"What level will it be above the artifact?"

Jiang Bai inquired curiously.

"Um……"

Muradin shook his head solemnly.

"To be honest, I don't know about this, adventurer."

"So, how can we find Anvilmar."

Jiang Bai asked the key point.

"It's hard."

Muradin paced slightly, seeming to be thinking about something.

After a long time, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Bai.

"Brent should have told you about the [Ancient Dwarf Ruins]. The only thing I can confirm is that the clues to the great [God of the Hills] are in this ruins."

"How can I enter the [Ancient Dwarf Ruins]?"

Jiang Bai asked.

"You finally plan to help us open the [Ancient Dwarf Ruins]."

Brent said very pleased.

"It's not difficult."

"If you are fully prepared, Muradin and I will send you there personally."

"Go now."

Jiang Bai felt that he didn't need too much preparation, because there was nothing to prepare.

"OK."

Jiang Bai followed Muradin and Brent all the way to a map called [Black Iron Abyss].

Dark.

Under the sky covered with dark clouds, a dark mountain range stretched in front of us, giving people a very depressing feeling.