Different World Online

Standing beside the anvil with hammer in hand, Thorin's demeanor changed instantly;

Originally, he exuded an arrogant and unruly aura, but standing by the stove, he gave Steve the feeling of being reliable and professional.

"Steve, your spear is so corroded that it's basically useless."

Looking at the spear with holes in it, Thorin gave his professional opinion.

“In my opinion, there is absolutely no need to repair your gun!

The workmanship is mediocre to begin with, and even if it is repaired, it won’t last long;

Why not melt it down and forge a new weapon, how about a long-handled battle axe?"

Hearing this, the smile on Steve's lips froze instantly.

“A long-handled...battle axe?

Thorin, are you sure I can swing that thing?"

"You can't!" Thorin replied straightforwardly, and then continued to ask:

"What about the one-handed axe?

A one-handed axe is great for chopping, and can be used as a throwing weapon if you keep your balance well."

"Then I might as well use daggers and throwing knives!"

"That's right! Then why do you need a spear?"

"all!"

"Do you have any specific requirements?"

Upon hearing this, Steve instantly became excited and asked back in surprise:

"Can you make any specific requests?"

"Of course, dwarves never make standard equipment without any characteristics!"

"Well!"

Steve rubbed his hands excitedly, then picked up a piece of coal at his feet and started writing and drawing on the ground.

After a while, the sketch of a long-handled weapon that looked strange to Thorin appeared on the ground;

Next to the sketch, Steve thoughtfully marked the size of the weapon;

Looking at the sketch on the ground, Thorin glanced at Steve with a strange expression;

"Are you going to put a broadsword on the end of a gun and stab someone?

So is this thing a gun or a sword?"

"Horse lance!" Steve answered firmly.

"Why don't you install an axe blade then?"

“I can’t swing an axe, but I can swing this thing!

The most important thing is that the axe blade cannot stab, but I like stabbing!"

Hearing Steve's answer, Thorin smiled dryly and muttered quietly.

"Normal people like to poke female humanoids, but you like to poke bugs!"

......

After leaving Thorin's 'room', Steve spent the whole afternoon training in dodging under the supervision of Old Pete.

It was not until after dinner that he received the lance he had been longing for from Thorin, whose face was covered in black and gray.

This is a long-handled weapon about 10 feet (about 3.3 meters) long, shining with the dark luster of meteorite steel ingots, with a 3-foot wide blade at the front and a weight ring at the tail;

Reluctantly handing the strange weapon to Steve, Thorin raised his head and said seriously:

"Muradin!

I feel sad every time I hand over a weapon I forged with my own hands to her wielder;

To me, they are like my own children!

I use a hammer to teach and change their stubborn souls, making them tough and reliable!

Now, Steve, I leave her to you, come up with a name for your girlfriend!"

Hearing Thorin's serious nonsense, Steve's eyes twitched violently.

And old Pete, who was standing next to Steve, laughed unabashedly and kept urging him on;

"Yes, yes, come up with a name for your girlfriend!

I can't wait to see you and your girlfriend together!"

Seeing this, Steve's face turned even darker. He hesitated for a long time before finally saying the name he had been thinking of for the whole morning.

"Alex."

As soon as the words came out, Old Pete started clapping in a sarcastic tone.

"Oh my lucky lady!

Alex, what a beautiful name, it suits you perfectly!

I mean, her beautiful name is worthy of your bravery!

Am I right, my nephew Thorin?

“You kobold!

Old Pete, you are forbidden to take advantage of me!

Don't think I don't know, your grandfather's grandfather is one year younger than me!"

Thorin responded without hesitation.

Looking at the two people who were about to start fighting, Steve shook his head speechlessly and carried Alex back to the bedroom.

Why quarrel with a dwarf when there is no one else to quarrel with?

These guys with heads harder than stone live longer than elves;

If you offend them, they are so narrow-minded that they will hold a grudge against you for centuries!

Damn, centuries! What the hell is this?

Of course, this is not the most horrific situation;

The most terrifying thing is that you offend a dwarf and at the same time, this dwarf is your neighbor.

They will keep watching you, your son, your grandson, and your entire family;

When he is chatting with your grandchildren one day, he can make up a jingle about your ancestors' embarrassing stories in one breath that will make you angry to death;

Especially after your grandchild dies, this rhyme will have a lot of new content added;

Then, this guy will tell your great-grandchildren this jingle that can be used as a family heirloom;

The most disgusting thing is that he...will tell this rhyme to his son!!!

The way these damn shortys have fun is enough to make you jump out of your grave!

Thinking of this, Steve made up his mind not to have conflicts with the dwarves in the future: even if he had to have a conflict, he would use the pseudonym Pete.

.....

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, a quiet night was over.

The next morning, Steve's precise biological clock woke him up;

Steve got up, put on the Wanderer's armor and cloak, and walked out of the room carrying his beloved 'girlfriend'.

In the dining room, Miss Helen had already placed a breakfast consisting mainly of bread on the table;

At the dining table, Captain Shudeman and Mr. Andrew, both fully armed, were eating breakfast in silence;

Seeing this, Steve leaned his weapon against the table and began to eat as well.

We will set out today to carry out patrol and cleanup missions;

It can be expected that the enemies he will face will definitely be far more than before!

Therefore, eating enough is particularly important.

Let's put it this way, if we compare his skills to spells and him to a spellcaster, then his spellcasting attribute is Constitution;

The higher the physique, the more spells can be cast and the longer they can last.

So, food is Steve's spellcasting material.

Soon, the team members arrived one after another.

The warlock Yang, wearing half-plate armor, abandoned his huge backpack and instead carried a huge tower shield. People who didn't know him might have thought he was a purebred warrior!

When Yang put down the tower shield, sat down and started to eat, Old Pete and Thorin also walked out from the corridor.

Soon, the group of six finished their breakfast, carried the food and supplies that Miss Helen prepared for them, and set out on the road to patrol outside the city;