Rumlow greeted Rasuk who was wielding a casting hammer in front of him. Rasuk was still in the process of replicating the car.
In the end, he had to ask Bulcasso for some gems as a source of power. After all, he rarely had anything other than metal in his hands.
"Ah, it's you! When I was alive, I said that washing hands before eating can prevent many diseases. None of those guys believed it. Did you bring that textbook? I want those guys to understand how good hygiene is.
An important thing."
Rasuk looked up at Rumlow and complained loudly.
In addition to being a blacksmith, Rasuk may also be regarded as an inventor.
Qualkek said during a chat: "Rasuk is a skilled blacksmith, but his head is full of strange ideas. One day he came to me and told me a plan that could break the siege.
He wanted to fill the big tube with explosive powder and steel balls, and then..."
When Rasuk was alive, medicine bottles had not yet been developed that could be used repeatedly.
Then, he was sent to Aunt Mara by the unstable explosion, where she lay there for two weeks.
If Rasuk had not died when the Holy Mountain was blown up by Tyrael, he would most likely have invented explosives, cannons, and hot-air balloons, and made remarkable breakthroughs in the field of infectious diseases.
When Nilasek was a barbarian, he had always expressed doubts about Lasuk's claim that "his good luck in not contracting the epidemic came from washing his hands before each meal." He even thought it was some kind of useless magic.
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"That's something that science has proven, maybe it's classified in immunology?"
Rumlow took out a piece of material from his pocket and shouted to Rasuk. He didn't care what discipline it was classified into, he just needed a new weapon now.
As for the so-called textbook, Rumlow didn't remember it at all.
"I need a strong weapon, you know."
He threw the materials to Rasuk casually, and then stood aside and stared at them closely.
"Why don't you go to Bulcaisuo? If you want to forge weapons, he is the best choice now."
Rasuk took the material and looked at Rumlow with squinting eyes. He didn't seem very happy...
"I asked him to build me a toy for him. What do you think he would say?"
Rumlow said angrily, he was too embarrassed to tell Bulcasso that his weapon was useless.
"Okay, bring me something interesting to the next festival. Don't forget it this time. Although I think you might get a weapon directly if you go to him, so there's no need to wait."
Rasuk waved away Rumlow, turned around and continued to forge.
Forging an ordinary weapon is not even a hassle for Rasuk, and it probably doesn't take more than an hour?
After all, the weapons that Rumlow can control now are quite weak.
Matthew, who was training with Leiko on the other side, felt a little uncomfortable. He felt like he was being stared at all the time. This kind of gaze was not considered kind.
"Ancestor Leiko? Is there something wrong with me?"
Matthew said awkwardly, that kind of scrutinizing gaze is not a good experience for anyone, especially his senses are more sensitive than ordinary people.
"You may be more talented than Luke and Rumlow, at least those two guys haven't ignited the Nephalem bloodline yet."
Leiko held her hands in front of her body and wore a helmet with sharp horns on her head. Her entire face was blocked. Only a few strands of orange messy hair stretched out from under the helmet.
But Matthew wouldn't care about this. No matter what Leiko looked like, he couldn't see her.
"Perhaps they haven't encountered a battle that they have no time to think about."
Matthew put down the weapon in his hand and faced Leiko's direction.
"When can I try to accept your trial?"
After experiencing an overwhelming danger, Matthew's pursuit of power was unprecedentedly intense, so he spoke with a hint of eagerness to try.
"Let's wait until tomorrow. It just so happens that tomorrow Luke and Rumlow are going to try out a team in the secret realm. You can also go and experience how difficult those named demons are."
Leiko looked back at Vader, who was acting a little sneakily, and felt as if someone had said something bad about her.
"Okay Matthew, go find Madoc. He should be waiting to give Luke and Rumlow an advance warning. It's not a bad thing if you go and listen."
Leiko walked towards Vida, but she still didn't care much about Matthew.
"I want to see my teacher!"
"Snapped!"
As Casillas shouted, a piece of black bread broke off on his axe.
There was not even a slight deformation in the movements of Casillas' hands, and he neatly chopped the flying black bread into two pieces.
Under Canuck's high-pressure training, Casillas has made great progress.
"Boy, you should forget that you are a mage. With your little skills, you cannot be called a mage."
Kanuk took out another piece of black bread from his arms and threw it out with some strength.
This time Casillas lay firmly on the ground.
"Who are you! My teacher is the Supreme Mage, how dare you do this to me!"
Casillas shouted in a low voice, tears welling up in his eyes. Although he had some guesses about the current situation, he still wanted to give it a try.
"Your teacher sent you here because you were trying to explore some dangerous power."
Canuck was bored and picked up a handful of snow, rolled it into a larger blood ball and threw it out.
"If you ask me to say that power is power, what kind of power is not dangerous? That's just an excuse. When you walk, you may get hurt by your waist. What kind of power can be safe?"
Kanuk thought of the scene where he was smashed into Azmodan's stomach, and felt his body tremble a little. He really wanted to experience that hearty charge again.
"If eating demon flesh could make me stronger, I would have done it a long time ago."
Canuck is full of nonsense.
After leaving the Temple of the Elders, he was a little irritable.
"Teacher, has Dormammu's existence been your lie all along!?"
Casillas finally couldn't hold back his tears and flowed to the ground from the corners of his eyes.
He already understood the identity of the Lord of the Dark Dimension he had contacted, and now his heart was filled with regret.
After being "cheated" by a "non-existent" monster for so many years, his resentment towards his teacher was particularly strong.
"How strong can I become by training like this! Can I defeat my teacher!"
Casillas rolled to his feet and spoke aggressively to Canuk. Although he was resentful of Gu Yi, he still habitually called Gu Yi his teacher.
"She does have the courage of a barbarian, your teacher? Her current strength is still lagging behind my dead self. As long as you want to become stronger, no one can stop a barbarian."
Kanuk recalled what he saw about Ancient One's power. In fact, that kind of power was not much different from that of the dead man.
If he were still alive, Kanuk would have been confident of crushing the mage's fragile body with a violent charge, just like when he crashed into Azmodan.
