Chapter: 523
The blacksmith gave up its hammers.
Next, it grabbed two of the skeletons. Years or forging made its grip unbreakable.
Sweeper and Lamp had no choice as they were crushed against its body while it jumped into one of the stone ore containers.
All the skeletons could do was wriggle against its strength.
Red and Blue were trying to free their comrades as they stood at the edge of the stone container and smashed away at it, but it was all for nothing.
The wall suddenly opened and a familiar orange glow flowed out, accompanied by heat.
Slowly but surely, the stone box flipped backwards; the blacksmith, two skeletons and two bone-metal hammers all fell into the intense heat coming from the wall.
[Your skeleton has been slain]
[Your skeleton has been slain]
[800 Exp]
“Dammit…” Jay thought as he saw the notifications.
“Pretty lame way to die.” he pursed his lips.
Crafting those two bone hammers cost him two metal ingots. Sure, losing two skeletons was annoying but it was now considered a small thing to Jay. Hundreds of thousands of skeletons remained in his gauntlet, but he would have to leave the dungeon again if he wanted more of the hammers.
Anya was quite pleased with the large experience boost, but she saw Jay only frowning after the notifications. They split the experience, but it was still a lot nonetheless, so she assumed it was because of all his skeletons suffering.
“Hmm, he must really care about his skeletons.” she thought, deciding to say nothing about it.
“Hmm…” Jay looked at the forge area, an idea crossing his mind.
The glowing lava was mesmerising as it floated up and down on top of the enchanted stone cube.
“I only need some ingots to make more hammers right? So why not?” he thought as he approached it.
As Jay drew near, the heat coming from it was intense. His face was immediately dried out and some traces of steam wisps were leaving his clothes.
Jay grabbed what seemed like an industrial ladle from the tool rack near the forge. Pulling out the two chunks of sparkling ore he grabbed, he dropped them in but realised it simply wouldn’t be enough.
For a moment he frowned, but then he looked at all the tools around him and his lips began to curl. Unlike the stone weapons, these were still made of metal. Jay was glad that Helvetia’s curse only affected weapons.
With a smile he hopped around and grabbed them, adding them to the large ladle he was going to melt them all in.
If the blacksmith could see Jay now it would probably forget all about helvetia’s revenge and come back from the dead just to murder him.
These were his precious tools, his life-long accomplices that he took care of, and which took care of him. Now they were being used to make more poorly-crafted hammers for some undead – they wouldn’t even appreciate them. How could someone do this?
As Jay brought the ladle near the floating lava on top of the rune-covered cube, the lava all moved as it responded to the approaching ladle. It turned into a bowl shape so the ladle could sit on the top.