Chapter 370: Mining Operation Master Edition, Do You Want to Know About It? (Red Comet Marswand Rewards Additional Update 2)

Gretel was thrust into the king-selecting team with his eyes darkened.

Can't mine, can't smelt, can't cast. The only thing he knows is healing and magic. If his teammates are not injured, he is actually of little use.

...In order to ensure his safety, Bernard must occupy an additional hole.

Due to all this, Gretel always felt that he would not be too popular in the King Selection Team. Unexpectedly, as soon as he and Bernard stepped into the hall, warm applause came from all around.

"Mr. Nordmark!"

The candidate of the Fire Hammer Tribe, the third prince of the Dwarf King, Rotherga, walked over first. His smile was bright and sunny. Although his height only reached Grete’s chest, the strength he held his right hand while shaking it up and down was not light at all:

"Thank you for your help in the next month!"

Grete shook it back hard. His Royal Highness's hand was very strong, but he restrained his strength so as not to hurt his hand. After shaking it twice, he turned to Bernard again:

"welcome!"

Grete resisted and did not turn his head. The scene in front of me was truly horrific: the dwarf prince was only slightly more than half the size of a barbarian. When two people shake hands, Rotherga has to stretch his arms upward, and Bernard has to bend down...

Here they shook hands, and over there Gavin had already pulled Gretel and walked forward happily. While walking, introduce to him:

"This is Feilai, the strongest shield warrior in the Royal City Guards. He can lift the tower shield with one hand!"

Feilai grinned. His face is covered with beard, and even when he speaks, his mouth is buried in the beard, and it is almost impossible to see clearly:

"Mr. Master, thank you for your hard work! I heard what Gavin said about what you have done. You are his friend and a friend of all of us!"

"This is Hanna, the son of Master Flor. The best warriors in the royal city are clamoring for the weapons he forged!"

Hanna craned her neck and listened to them. After listening for a while, he straightened his face and stretched out his hand to Gretel. A pair of eyes may have been staring at the fire for a long time, and they were always slightly squinted, and it was no exception when looking at Grete.

Gretel quickly stretched out his hand to hold his hand, and when he spoke, he also spoke in an especially loud voice. Gavin looked at him with a smile and pulled him to the next person:

"This is Jin Na, she is... my fiancée!"

"fiancée?!"

Gretel was startled and looked at Gavin with new eyes. How old are you, buddy? Master Tarbot is 352 years old. You are his grandson, so you should be over 100 years old!

Well, Immortal Seed, willful...

Jin Na immediately received his gaze. The female dwarf took a step forward and raised her head high:

"What, you're surprised?"

"I just didn't know he actually had a fiancée." Gretel smiled and stretched out his hand. Jin Na shook his hand hard, her strength no less than that of the previous ones:

"Even though I'm a woman, if I want to design machinery and make some novel things, none of them can do it for me! Mr. Master, I've seen that steam engine, it's very interesting. Can I ask you for advice when you have time?"

Women in the dwarf kingdom spend most of their daily life spinning, cooking, making furniture, and raising livestock. Jin Na refused to admit defeat and insisted on learning mining and blacksmithing like her brothers. She is not as strong as a man, but she loves to think and has a talent for mechanics. It was also because of this ability that Prince Rosega brought him in when he organized the team.

"Of course!" Gretel held her hand and shook it vigorously:

"But I'm not mechanical, I just have some ideas. Don't laugh at me then!"

The seven people stayed together in Wangting that night, and set out from Wangting together early the next morning. The King Selection Ceremony is a grand event that occurs once every few hundred years in the Dwarf Kingdom. Seven teams lined up in a square formation at the entrance of the palace.

The seven candidates stepped forward one after another. This time, it was not Prince Rothega who took the lead, but the candidate who stood out last at yesterday's banquet was the first to step forward. He took out a silver lot from the gold box in the king's hand, looked at it, held it in his hand and stepped back.

The seven candidates drew lots in turn, and in the hands of Prince Rosega, only the last one was left. Gretel was standing in the second to last row and had no idea what they were smoking. He only saw Gavin poking the person in front of him on the lower back:

"Where? Where?"

"Later! Let's see when we get out!"

The man in front of him turned to answer. As expected, the team quickly began to move, one team at a time, filing forward. The king and the elders poured the wine themselves and handed it to everyone one by one.

Grete looked around in the team, and sure enough he saw barbarians, the blond orcs he had dealt with, and a priest who looked familiar. Wearing a black robe, with curly brown hair, he held the holy symbol on his chest with his eyes lowered. It was as if he was just immersed in a conversation with God.

emmm... If he remembered correctly, he had met this priest before when he was treating the little boy with Peutz-Jeghers Syndrome in the hotel?

Gretel took the wine bowl from the old king. Fortunately, the bowl is not big and the alcohol content is not high, not much better than fermented rice. He drank it in one sip, followed the team, and moved straight forward. The cheers around him were already rising in waves.

From the gate of the palace, the streets were deserted. A straight avenue leads to the central melting pot, and then goes around the melting pot. The roadside was lined with people. Not only were the candidates calling out their names, but outsiders like Grete were also greeted constantly:

"Mr. Pastor, my son's fever broke last night!"

"Mr. Pastor, my father did as you asked and he is much better these days!"

"Mr. Pastor..."

After finally walking this way, when they came out of the cave and saw the light of day, a few dwarves gathered around them. Gavin was the first to come forward:

"Where where?"

"Which mine are we going to?"

Grete stood aside blankly. On the other hand, Prince Rosega smiled and explained to him:

"Seven teams, each digging their own mines, cannot all be crowded together. Each time, the ministers and elders inspect together and select seven similar mines, and the candidates draw lots one by one."

The Dwarf King's Court was originally located on a mineral vein, and there were countless mines of various sizes within dozens of miles around. The types and grades of ore in the mines extracted in this way are all very different. As for how much ore can be dug out after entering the mine, and whether the mine is good or not, it depends on each team.

After leaving the royal court, the seven teams exploded like fireworks, each going to their respective destinations. The sign that Prince Rosega got said that the Arenbei Mine requires climbing two hills from the royal palace. The group arrived at their destination and were still settling in. Prince Rosega rolled up his sleeves and dived into the mine.

"Let him go in alone?"

Gretel's eyes followed his back, dumbfounded. Gavin spreads his hands:

"It's okay, this guy is the best at mineral processing. Let him decide which area to dig first, and then we go in and start work. This is the fastest."

Well, I don’t quite understand the skill points of your dwarves. Gretel felt relieved and silently used his mage's hands to sort out the wood, light a fire and boil water, and prepare to take a bath. The water in the cauldron had just boiled and before it was poured into the bucket, Gavin suddenly jumped in with an angry look on his face:

"asshole!"

"What?"

Gretel and Bernard stopped together. Gavin glanced at the room and immediately twitched the corners of his mouth:

The bones of a dwarf's body are made of iron. As long as they are not seriously ill, anyone who takes a bath will carry a bucket of cold water and pour it directly on their head. Only Gretel not only had to take a hot bath, but there were buckets floating around the room and invisible servants carrying water for him!

What exactly is cleansing used for?

He looked away from the bucket. There were noisy footsteps, and several other dwarves followed. Gavin said angrily:

"That guy from the Black Rock Tribe brought a Digger to their team! This is simply cheating!"

Grete was startled. He had seen digger bugs in the council's atlas. Adult bugs are two feet in diameter and can be four to five meters long. They live on ore. It eats and poops in the mine, and can eat as much ore as its body weight in ten days.

The hard shell formed on its body is the metal extracted from these ores by the instinct of the demonic insects. You can cast it directly by knocking it off, no need to bother to smelt it. The only problem is that this kind of demonic insect is quite rare and not easy to tame. Only the caster can control it——

That Kai of the Black Rock Tribe could work with diggers. Without even thinking about it, Grete felt that it must be the conspiracy of the Lord of Glory Church.

"Is the news correct?"

he asked. Feilai, Hanna, Jinna and others also asked confusedly:

"How big is that digger?"

"Is it an adult insect?"

"How long does it take for a shell to form?"

"The news must be true!" Gavin patted his chest:

"You don't know me yet. I have brothers everywhere! It's a letter from the brothers in the mine over there. The patrol just brought it! I don't know how old the bug is. They only released it after they entered the depths of the mine. My brother just took a look at it from a distance. If you want to know the details, you have to wait until tomorrow."

This is still a little communicator! Gretel was impressed. Everyone was talking about it, and Hanna frowned and said:

"If the worms are big enough and have enough shells, they can wear a full set of armor. In that case, the advantage will be huge..."

"Don't we wear a full set of armor?" Gretel couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this for the first time. The dwarves turned to him:

"It's very difficult to fight with a full set of armor!"

"There's too much ore to dig out! We don't have enough time to dig it out!"

"Even if we can dig out so much ore and transport it back to refine the molten iron, we still have to hammer it out!"

Gretel lowered his head and thought. According to the rules of the King Selection Battle, candidates can only fight with newly forged equipment. There is a huge difference between just holding a weapon and wearing a full set of armor. If the combat levels of both sides are similar, there is almost no chance of a fight!

"I found a good mine!" Prince Rosega suddenly walked in, with bright eyes and sweat on his forehead. Seeing that everyone looked unhappy, he stopped and lowered his voice:

"What's wrong?"

The dwarves answered each other word by word. Prince Rosega listened silently, smiled, and patted Gavin on the shoulder:

"It doesn't matter. What others do is their business, we just have to do our best - since we need a lot of ore, let's start digging from now on!"

"good!"

The dwarves stood up one after another, including the female dwarf Jinna. Only Gretel sat still, watching them get the tools one by one, and raised a hand:

"I said...do you want to try mining methods other than iron pickaxes?"

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