After get off work, I started speedrunning through the other world

The blindfolded nun looked down at the skewer of grilled fish in her hand, and then looked at the indifferent Xi Mu beside her, just in time to meet his eyes.

"Don't get me wrong, it's just grilled fish." Ximu looked away coldly, picked up another skewer of grilled fish, handed it to the little mare's mouth, and fed it patiently.

The little mare ate the grilled fish in silence, looking at the blindfolded nun next to her who was so moved, she had a feeling that she was just being sentimental.

But this strange nun... does not seem to be in danger. Otherwise, with her strength, she would have killed Akhtar long ago, instead of being so moved by the string of grilled fish that Ximu casually sent her now.

A human woman who is surprisingly easy to understand and easily deceived.

Thinking of this, the little mare withdrew her attention and began to enjoy Akhtar's feeding with peace of mind. She originally planned to leave after confirming that Akhtar was safe.

But since this human will take the initiative to feed her, it doesn't matter even if she stays for a while. Human lifespan is short anyway.

After this human being dies, he can still wander alone.

"Thank you, Master Ashes." The blindfolded nun's voice was soft, with a hint of imperceptible joy, "This is the first time I have received...a gift."

"..."

Ximu was silent for a moment after hearing this. He seemed to be surprised. He turned his attention to the blindfolded nun again and said:

"For a beauty like you, there must be many people pursuing you. Are there any shortage of gifts?"

The blindfolded nun next to him is undoubtedly a beauty. Even though she is blindfolded, it does not lose her charm, but brings a unique sense of mystery.

You don't need to do much. As long as the blindfolded nun sits quietly, you can attract people's attention and admiration, and thus receive gifts from admirers.

The blindfolded nun was silent for a moment, looked at the cracked wood in the bonfire, and said softly: "Lord Ashes, do you know...the Twilight Order?"

Xi Mu nodded slightly.

There are several fixed villains in the early stages of this game, and the Twilight Order is formed by the followers of the fire giant Surtur.

As a well-known villain force in the game, apart from being unable to unblock the fire giant Surtur, it seems that any bad thing can have something to do with them.

"In order to understand the outline of Ragnarok and confirm the coming end." The blindfolded nun raised her hand and touched her eyes, "The Twilight Order will look for talented children from all over the world and train them into nuns who serve fire. ”

She lowered her hands and spoke softly.

"To come into contact with the Twilight of the Gods and obtain the revelation of destiny is a very sacred thing for the Twilight Order."

"Any nun who serves fire must undergo rigorous training. Children who are not talented enough will die in the process. Only a very small number of children survive and successfully obtain the destiny guidance of Ragnarok."

Speaking of this, she faced Ximu with a smile.

"Lord Akhtar, you are the destined Lord of Ashes, the master I am destined to serve."

"Boring." Ximu commented indifferently while leaning on the stone. The blindfolded nun beside him smiled lightly when he heard this and did not offer any rebuttal.

From the perspective of ordinary people, this matter... may not be understandable.

"So the Twilight Order also knows that you...approached me?" Ximu asked suddenly, his voice seemed a little wary.

In response, the blindfolded nun shook her head.

"Lord Ashes, after receiving the revelation of fate, I have left the Twilight Order and came to you out of my own will."

"Really?" Ximu nodded. He didn't know if he believed it or not. He just fed the two grilled fish to the little mare and then fell asleep leaning against the stone on the river bank.

Although everything the blindfolded nun said seemed easy, the actual process was quite tortuous and not as simple as it seemed.

For example, the blindfolded nun did not say why she... blindfolded her eyes, nor did she say whether she was hunted down for betraying the Twilight Order, nor did she say how she was caught by the Twilight Order when she was a child, and how cruel and inhumane her training she went through.

Being imprisoned in a dungeon where you cannot see your fingers, if you cannot perceive the outline of Ragnarok, you will endure the erosion of hunger and loneliness in the endless darkness, and slowly step into the abyss of death.

Even if they can sense the outline of Ragnarok, the nuns who serve the fire will die within a few years because they are infected with the fire of Surtur.

The blindfolded nun beside him was already dying.

In a sense, the first normal person and kindness that the blindfolded nun really came into contact with was himself.

The night is as cold as water.

Except for the gurgling river, the whole world was quiet. The blindfolded nun looked at the bonfire that was about to go out, and seemed to feel a chill.

You will catch a cold if you sleep like this.

She took out her cloak and gently covered Lord Ashes. After confirming that Lord Ashes was not awake, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Well, this way you won't catch a cold.

The little mare next to her witnessed this scene the whole time, and after confirming that the blindfolded nun had no intention of attacking, she was really just covering Akhtar with her cloak.

She also closed her eyes and fell asleep.

This human woman seems to be quite gentle, but it's a pity that she can't figure out why she wants to serve fire and pursue the destiny of Ragnarok.

What a waste of beauty and strength.

The bonfire goes out.

A night of silence.

The next day.

It's...well, it's still dark.

In the underground world, there is no concept of sunrise and sunset, unless magma flows here, or artificial light sources are created.

Otherwise it would have been darker.

However, after a night's rest, the state was completely restored.

Ximu stretched his body, and all the negative states on him disappeared, and he was completely restored to his peak state.

"Partner, let's go!" He turned over and rode on the mare, then glanced at the blindfolded nun, only to see her keeping a peaceful smile, standing quietly aside, smiling at him.

There was a silence.

"Thank you for your cloak last night." Ximu thanked him, and then left with the mare, while the blindfolded nun stood there, watching their disappearing backs.

She raised her hand and gently stroked her chest, as if she felt joy, as if Lord Ashes was not very resistant to her existence.

He also thanked her.

...

...

Leave the jungle.

Keep running towards the deeper underground world.

Because the fire giant Surtur was sealed in the deepest part of the underground, the overflowing power dissolved the earth and turned into magma.

This leads to the deeper underground world, the stronger the power of magma is, and naturally more suitable for making powerful weapons.

Therefore, powerful dwarf forgers usually like to live deep underground and use the power of magma to make weapons.

Of course, the closer you get to the deeper underground world, the more dangers you will encounter, the stronger the monsters will be, and there will be crazy dusk believers.

Anyway, ordinary people will definitely not be willing to go to the deep underground world.

"Ha~ You can find this place, you are also here to forge weapons."

At this time.

In front of the forging house, a white-bearded dwarf, with a cigarette in his mouth, looked at the silver-armored knight riding an eight-legged horse in front of him, and said casually:

"It seems that you are not an ordinary guy, tell me your forging needs."

The silver-armored knight in front of him can ride a powerful monster, which means that his identity and ability are not simple, and the things he wants to forge should attract his interest.

After all, forgers at his level have already felt indifferent to wealth, and money... is too vulgar.

Or interesting inspirations are more attractive to him.

Unfortunately, no one has been able to come up with a design that he finds interesting for a long time, so naturally he is too lazy to make one.

"I want to make a great sword." Ximu got off his horse and handed over the design of the Great Sword of Death, and the white-bearded dwarf took the design and looked at it for a while.

He put down the design with a serious look.

"Where did you find this design?"

Others may not be able to see the value of this design, but he is the top dwarf forger and immediately saw that there is something wrong with the design.

This is clearly the legendary Great Sword of Death, a weapon given by the Witch of Death to the Familiar of Death. In the distant past, only one Familiar of Death had held the Great Sword of Death.

And now he actually holds the design of the Great Sword of Death in his hand.

"I researched it myself." Ximu lied without changing his face, and the white-bearded dwarf smiled disdainfully.

It is impossible to deceive him.

"Well, a beautiful lady gave it to me." Ximu changed his tone and asked with a puzzled look, "Is there anything wrong with this weapon design?"

The problem is serious.

The white-bearded dwarf twitched his mouth. He thought about many things at this moment, from the identity of the Silver Armor Knight, to the recent assassination of the Plague Goddess, and whether the Witch of Death had escaped.

Then he sorted out a line of logic.

"I can't make this weapon." He returned the design to Ximu and planned to move now and find a place to live in seclusion.

Now he dared to help the Silver Armor Knight make the Great Sword of Death, which would be a betrayal of God, but if he didn't make the Great Sword of Death, it would offend the Witch.

No matter which choice, it would be very bad.

"To be honest, there is a big problem with my... hand." The white-bearded dwarf raised his palm and kept shaking.

"Even if I used the highest level of healing prayer, it would be useless." He sighed, his beard trembled slightly, and choked:

"I can't make weapons of this level anymore."

This is a lie. In fact, he is very healthy. Not only can he smoke and drink, but he also goes out to find a beautiful dwarf lady to relax every once in a while.

But he can only pretend to be sick, otherwise he will offend the Witch of Death, and I'm afraid he won't even have the chance to go to hell.

After all, the Witch of Death likes to collect souls to play with.

"Really?" Ximu sighed in disappointment, looked at the trembling hand of the white-bearded dwarf, and handed over a dagger, "Can you still hold the hammer?"

Test me?

The white-bearded dwarf looked at the dagger handed over, held it with a slightly trembling hand, and looked melancholy, "It's no problem to just hold it, but it can't be refined."

"If that's the case, there's nothing we can do." Ximu held the white-bearded dwarf's hand, looking melancholy and helpless.

Then he suddenly thrust the dagger into his palm.

What happened.

The white-bearded dwarf was stunned for a moment. He didn't want to attack the knight. It was the silver-armored knight who used his palm to hit the dagger.

Blood flowed.

Dripping.

Ximu looked at the confused expression of the white-bearded dwarf, showing a painful look, but did not let go of the white-bearded dwarf's hand.

"Despicable, he even poisoned me."

White-bearded dwarf: "..."

What did this human want to do? He wanted to frame me, but there was no one else here.

And at this moment.

Click.

The bracelet broke and fell to the ground along Ximu's wrist, while the dwarf master looked down at the bracelet on the ground.

He felt... a strong omen of death.

"Dare to hurt my beloved disciple of the "Witch of Destiny", listen carefully, don't think that death will end it." The pleasant female voice revealed a terrifying murderous intent.

The air seemed to solidify at this moment.

The white-bearded dwarf opened his mouth and felt as if he couldn't breathe. He wanted to shake off Ximu's hand, but found that his body could not move.

No... it was an inexplicable force that forced everything nearby, ordering everything not to move, but to stay fixed.

The wind stopped.

The fire condensed.

The smoke in the air stopped moving.

Until behind the silver-armored knight, a mature and elegant beautiful woman appeared. She looked at the white-bearded dwarf with cold eyes, and then set her sights on the palm of the silver-armored knight.

It wasn't me who hurt your apprentice.

The white-bearded dwarf wanted to explain, but he did hold the dagger and pierced the palm of the silver-armored knight.

This...explanation is probably not believed by anyone.

"Teacher, you are here." Ximu turned his head and looked at the witch Hecate who appeared beside him, and quickly took a step back.

He covered his bleeding palm and frowned slightly.

"Sorry, teacher, I saw my embarrassed side."

"Disciple, you don't need to be strong in front of the teacher." Hecate shook her head gently and held Ximu's bleeding palm.

Then Ximu's pierced palm began to heal, and it was restored to its original state in an instant.

"Is this the power of fate?" Ximu moved his palm, then cast his eyes on the white-bearded dwarf and asked:

"Master, are you so reluctant to help me forge a weapon?"

Without waiting for an answer, he added another sentence.

"Is it because the weapon is the Great Sword of Death?"

"... It turned out to be the Great Sword of Death, isn't that a legendary weapon!" The white-bearded dwarf was silent for a moment, and then showed a surprised expression, "Then I want to forge it anyway, this is the honor of the forger!"

He stretched out his palm that was no longer shaking.

"Ah~ I'm so excited that I'm not shaking anymore."

"So the master is willing to help forge the Great Sword of Death?" Ximu seemed a little surprised, and the white-bearded dwarf looked at the witch standing next to the silver-armored knight.

He smiled kindly.

"Of course I am willing."

"Disciple, are you going to let him go like this?" Hecate seemed a little dissatisfied, staring at the white-bearded dwarf with cold eyes, and said:

"Master, I think it's not bad to extract his soul, put it in the wick and light it forever, and listen to his wailing."

White-bearded dwarf: "..."