The years when I would transform

"Take a walk and take a look at this high-level defensive armor made by the craftsmen. Wearing it will not make you lose money if you sell it, and you will not be cheated if you buy it..."

Standing at the door of a shop selling equipment was a dwarf, who was shorter than Frevogon. Wang Xiao approached curiously. When the dwarf saw someone coming, he hurried over to greet him.

"Handsome man, come here, come and look at these delicate patterns. Every stitch and every thread contains the craftsman's painstaking efforts and wisdom. Today we are offering a big opening promotion. Not 998, not 888, but only 388..."

The dwarf introduced the armor in his hand with great enthusiasm. It was an evolved energy armor with flowing light all over. It looked very gorgeous and was estimated to be no ordinary item.

Wang Xiao was stunned when he heard this familiar line and asked, "Have you been to Earth?"

This slogan is so familiar, just like the era of live streaming with goods a few decades ago. At that time, all kinds of live streaming platforms were flooded with live streaming with goods, and there were all kinds of live streaming plots...

"I have never been to Earth, but I have signed up for a course. I learned my eloquence from the Yanhuang live class..." The dwarf patted the armor in his hand and said with a little pride: "It is made by the craftsman tribe, absolutely exquisite. My dwarf tribe never cheats my family."

What a good one, they won’t cheat their family members. Of course they won’t cheat their family members, they will only cheat fools.

Wang Xiao waved his hand, signaling the dwarf to stop talking, and asked, "How much is this armor?"

When the dwarf heard Wang Xiao asking about the price, his eyes lit up, he coughed twice, and said, "Today it's 3.88 million universe coins, and tomorrow it will return to the original price. I think we are destined to be together. If you buy the armor, I will give you ten bottles of healing potions produced by the Phantom Star Clan. The original price was 230,000, but now it's free..."

Freyvogon, who was standing by, was immediately curious when he heard this. "Dwarf, is your armor really that magical? Let me try it. If it's really as you said, I'll buy it."

A dwarf called another dwarf a dwarf. I don’t know how Freyvogon had the nerve to call him that.

The dwarf was delighted when he heard this, and quickly responded, "Don't worry, handsome boy. This armor of mine is absolutely the painstaking work of the craftsmen. It has super strong defense. Put it on and you will be the immortal cockroach on the battlefield! Come on, try it on. If you are not satisfied, you don't have to pay!"

Even Xiaoqiang knows this dwarf. Could it be that he has seen Stephen Chow’s movies?

It seems that the Yanhuang wind is blowing towards the entire universe.

When Frevogon heard the words "No money if you're not satisfied", he grabbed the armor and put it on. Unfortunately, the armor was too big, and Frevogon couldn't even get his head out of the armor.

This is so fucking embarrassing!

"Hey, your armor won't shrink?" Frevogon asked in a muffled voice inside the armor.

The dwarf replied, "My armor is all custom made. If you like it, handsome, I will go to the store and find you a set of clothes that will fit you."

After saying that, the dwarf was about to turn around and walk into the store. Before he took two steps, he heard a voice coming from behind.

"What good armor can you craftsmen have? They are just a bunch of broken copper and iron."

A group of people with dark green skin came over. The one who spoke was the man walking in front. The skin color of this group of people was dark green, and there were long and soft tentacles on their foreheads.

The dwarf's face changed slightly when he heard the voice, but he quickly regained his composure, turned around and said with a smile: "Everyone, let's talk it over. The armor of our craftsmen is fair to everyone. If this handsome boy really wants it, I will naturally find him a suitable set."

The dark green-skinned man walked forward slowly, his tentacles swaying gently, his eyes revealing a hint of disdain: "Battle armor? Humph, with the craftsmanship of your craftsmen, you are worthy of being called a battle armor? We, the workers, are the real masters of battle armor."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiao quietly entered the names of the Workers and Artisans on his bracelet. Immediately, the information of the two races appeared in his mind.

The Workers and Artisans are both well-known armor-making races in the universe. Although they are not as good as the Mechanicals, they each have their own unique craftsmanship and technology. The Workers are known for their sophisticated technology and innovative capabilities, while the Artisans are famous for their traditional craftsmanship and extreme pursuit of details.

Worker armor: made of high-tech materials, focusing on actual combat effectiveness and intelligent design, often incorporating the latest scientific and technological achievements.

Artisan Armor: Mostly made of rare materials and handcrafted, each piece is a unique work of art, emphasizing defense and comfort.

The two races are enemies because their technologies are almost the same, they dislike each other, and because one side's business is always taken away by the other side, small-scale fights often occur.

The dwarf was obviously unwilling to show weakness. He puffed out his chest and retorted, "The armor of our craftsmen has been tested in countless battles. It has super strong defense. Wearing it, you will be an immortal cockroach on the battlefield!"

"Immortal cockroach?" The dark green man sneered, "That's just your boasting. A real battle armor should be like our worker tribe's 'Ink Scale Battle Armor', which not only has unparalleled defense, but also can give the wearer great power."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a worker warrior behind him stepped forward and showed a set of armor covered with dark green scales and gleaming with metallic luster. This set of armor really looked extraordinary, and each scale seemed to contain mysterious energy.

The dwarf's expression turned a little ugly, but he still insisted: "Our armor is also unique, such as this set of evolutionary energy armor, which can evolve as the wearer grows and provide continuous protection."

"Evolution? Humph, that's just a gimmick." The worker man said disdainfully, "Real battle armor should be able to make a qualitative leap in a soldier's strength from the moment it is put on."

Seeing that the two sides were arguing, Frevogon suddenly broke free from his armor.

"Hey, stop arguing." Freyvogon interrupted, "I tried on this suit of armor and it feels good, but it's a bit big."

As soon as he finished speaking, the worker man cast a contemptuous look at him: "Humph, a guy who can't even put on a battle armor properly, is qualified to comment on the merits of a battle armor?"

"Oh my god!" Freyvogon cursed. He never thought that he would be shot even when he was lying down. He cursed immediately: "I don't deserve it? I don't deserve you? Who do you think you are? You are like a green toad. Do you know what a green toad is?"

As he spoke, he nudged Wang Xiao with his elbow and continued, "Old Wang, explain to these green toads what a toad is."

Before Wang Xiao could say anything, the worker man suddenly dodged and punched Frevogon in the face.

The workers don't have good tempers, on the contrary they are a bit irritable. On the contrary, the artisans have very good tempers. Does it mean that the smaller they are, the better their tempers?

That’s not right either!

Freyvogon is also small in stature, but he is known for his bad temper.

"Dare to fight me?"

Freyvogon was so angry that he laughed. A worker tribe that was not good at fighting dared to be an enemy of the Pearl tribe that was good at assassination. Was this an act of contempt for him?

He then flipped his right hand, and a black energy gathered in his palm, instantly condensing into a pitch-black dagger.