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

Blacksmith shop.

"Why do you know this news?" The dwarf frowned, looking at the mysterious man in front of him wearing a black cloak.

For some reason, the Red Dragon Blood Armor he collected was known by this man, and he offered a high price to buy it. Naturally, he was tempted.

But he was more concerned about why this man knew it.

"Your destiny is shown in the starry sky." Ximu lowered his head, chuckled and stretched out his hand, "You sell the Red Dragon Blood Armor to me, this is destiny."

This dwarf blacksmith collected armor stained with red dragon blood, which was the armor of the dragon-slaying hero Camor five hundred years ago.

In terms of performance, at the same price, you can buy better armor than the Red Dragon Blood Armor, but the hidden attribute of the Red Dragon Blood Armor is specialized in defense against dragons.

If someone wants to slay a dragon, buying the Red Dragon Blood Armor is naturally profitable.

"Are you an astrologer?" The dwarf blacksmith asked, and his hand holding the hammer loosened slightly. The mysterious and elusive man in front of him did have the temperament of an astrologer.

In response, Ximu nodded calmly. For second-round players or multi-round players, the identity of an astrologer is very useful.

Why can you know all kinds of secret information in advance? As long as you apply the identity of an astrologer, you can get an explanation.

After all, the fate of humans in this world... no, the fate of all life, is reflected in the starry sky. As long as you have the corresponding ability, you can observe the fate of everyone.

From birth to death, it's clear at a glance.

"Whose fate do you want to promote?" The dwarf muttered, "You astrologers are always happy to create heroes and epics."

"No, I want to create my own epic." Ximu shook his head and raised his hand to point at himself, "The hero who slays the dragon is me."

"...Ah...Hahaha!" The dwarf was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. The astrologer who has always created heroes actually wants to become a hero himself. This is very interesting to him, and even the inner vigilance is temporarily put down.

"It's really rare to find an astrologer who wants to be a hero."

"Since you want to create a hero, why don't you become a hero yourself? It's easier." Ximu explained.

The dwarf thought about it and felt that it made sense.

Compared to trying hard to push fate, so that the fate of the selected target shifts in the desired direction, it is better to do it yourself and become a hero in the myth.

Although the result of doing so is that the astrologer has to fight on his own. If he is not capable enough, he may die on the road to becoming a hero.

But if he has enough ability, it is obviously easier to do it yourself.

"Anyway, sell me the Red Dragon Blood Armor. I will write about you in the story later." Ximu took out the bank card from the black robe.

The dwarf hesitated slightly, looked at the bank card in front of him, and chose to accept the bank card handed over. Why not make money?

Not to mention that there will be a chance to appear in the hero story in the future.

"Wait for me." He put the hammer on the table, turned around and walked into the blacksmith shop, and took out a set of armor.

This set of armor is silver, with many scars on the surface. From head to toe, every joint is well protected, and it can be said that it is wrapped tightly.

Compared with other games, the less fabric, the higher the defense. The design of the armor in the early stage of this game can be said to be very rigorous.

If the parts without armor protection are cut, it will really hurt.

"It's real." Ximu knocked on the Red Dragon Blood Armor and started to wear it directly. The dwarf who sells the Red Dragon Blood Armor sometimes takes out fakes to deceive players. They paid stupidly, and when they found something wrong afterwards, the dwarf had already run away with the money.

Even if you want revenge, you have to get the main storyline in the later stage to have a chance to take revenge.

"Don't worry, dwarves are the most honest." The dwarf blacksmith patted his chest, his voice was very generous, and he seemed to be very proud of his honest quality.

In this regard, Ximu did not comment, and paid the money readily. The wealth that was enough to make people rich for a lifetime was emptied at the moment the bank card slid.

But thanks to Anastasia's gift, he still had a lot of money in his other bank card, enough for his short-term expenses.

"Guest, I hope to see you slay the dragon successfully next time." The dwarf smiled and waved enthusiastically at Ximu, who turned around and left without hesitation.

Originally, he did have a plan to take out a fake red dragon blood armor to fool the other party and test whether the other party was a real astrologer.

But in the end, he didn't want to take risks.

And now he is very satisfied with his decision. The other party obviously noticed his little thoughts and said it in an inadvertent word.

If he dared to take out the fake red dragon blood armor, he would use the astrologer's ability to push fate and make people go to a dead end.

I'm afraid he would really be in big trouble.

At the same time.

On the street.

Ximu looked up and observed the sky, identified the direction, slowly quickened his pace, and started running.

It is naturally impossible for him to defeat the dragon now. The attribute gap between the two sides is too big. Even if he tries his best to cause damage, it is not as fast as the other party's recovery speed.

So, he raised his level, and then found an opportunity to kill a dragon and change his job, becoming a human with dragon power.

And now he planned to do a side quest first.

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"Princess, run!"

Accompanied by a panicked voice, echoing in the wandering forest, a girl with short golden hair, holding up a gorgeous long skirt in both hands, ran out of the darkness.

Then, behind her, there were wailing and the collision of weapons, and occasional bursts of lightning and flames tore through the darkness of the night.

"Damn, what is going on!" The girl gritted her teeth, cursed in a low voice, and tried her best to escape.

She was clearly going to see the God of Plague at her father's suggestion, but she was ambushed halfway.

"When I find you out later, I will kill you all!" Her stern green eyes revealed anger and stubbornness.

Fear and panic were not reflected in her at all. Except for the anger she should have, she was a little scary calm.

This princess is not weak, nor is she a vase.

"Princess, you have to survive!" In the shadows, a man in black ran out and threw a few flying knives at the girl's back.

"Wind, answer my call!" The girl turned around and waved at the flying knives that were coming, and the air seemed to have received an order and flowed instantly.

The flying knives were deflected at this moment.

However.

With a whoosh, the girl's body was pierced by arrows, her wrists, ankles, and left shoulder were instantly pierced.

The flying knife was just a means to attract attention.

"Pah!" The girl fell to the ground, her wrists and ankles were pierced, and she had lost the ability to escape.

"It's a pity, Princess." The man in black came to the girl with a dagger in his hand, "I will dig out your eyes and appreciate your stubbornness and unwillingness to admit defeat."

"You should have shot my head directly with an arrow." The girl supported the ground with one hand and looked at the man in black beside her coldly.

"It seems that your master wants to capture you alive."

"No... you misunderstood, this is our personal decision." Shaking the dagger in his hand, the man in black's eyes revealed a playful look.

"Your Highness, you have neglected that you are a very attractive woman."

"Can't the copywriter spend a little more time on the script of a third-rate character?" The dissatisfied complaints came, and the man in black and the princess looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a man in silver armor walking out with an exaggerated sword.

"A hero saving a beautiful woman?" The man in black sneered, but soon restrained his smile. The man's exaggerated sword was stained with blood.

Judging from the freshness of the blood, it was just stained.

And now the companions who were ambushing around did not shoot any arrows, which means that they were likely to be killed.

The blood stained on the sword was his companions.