After using the cheat, I traveled through time with a full-level account

Ichabod was stunned, looked at his armor, then looked at Chen Yang, and chose to keep silent.

Puka rolled down from the kang, ran to Ichabod without even putting on his shoes, and looked around at the giant sword in Ichabod's hand, and was amazed.

"This workmanship, this pattern, this enchantment, wow, wow, wow, it's amazing, amazing!"

Ichabod looked at Chen Yang again, and silently put away the idea of ​​killing him.

"Hey, brother, this is a strong man who killed 'Big Beard' John. He is at the same level as me, and we are all the boss's younger brothers."

"Where did you get this armor?"

"Oh, okay, okay, brother, this is a secret, don't ask around."

Thoron leaned down and pushed Puka's back, and several people entered the house.

Chen Yang then looked at the dwarf in front of him. He had a long beard, a big nose, and a lot of body hair. He was a very classic dwarf.

But this guy's face is always red, and no one knows how much he has drunk. There are thick calluses on his hands. To be honest, Chen Yang feels that he won't feel anything even if he stabs him with a knife.

Puka, who was already sitting on the kang and poured a large glass of beer, took a sip and asked in a rough voice: "What are you doing here? Forging?"

Being disturbed on a rest day is very unsatisfying. He swears that if the person who came in today was a jerk who wanted to give him more money to process, he would definitely not mind the other's toes having close contact with his hammer.

"No, I just want to see what the guy who can become a brother to Soloen looks like."

"Alas..."

Puka slapped his forehead, his face full of helplessness. It can be seen that he had tried his best to correct the relationship between the two with Soloen, but it was useless.

Chen Yang was actually the same. He was already easy-going and could say whatever he wanted. Now Soloen called him the boss, and he was too lazy to even fart.

There is no way, stubborn people are like this, especially this kind of stubborn fool who lives in his own world.

"Want to drink beer?"

Chen Yang waved his hand.

"Do you mind if I smoke?"

Chen Yang shook his head.

This world also has cigarettes, but the difference from Blue Star is that this thing is strong, and one puff can make you dizzy for a long time, and it takes a long time to get used to it.

Anyway, Chen Yang tried it and couldn't accept it at all, and he himself is not a smoker.

Holding an oxygen pipe is already his limit.

"You want to go to Aetherion too? Oh... You don't look like a criminal."

"Well, I'm a traveler, just touring the Novarian continent. I just came out of the Augustus Empire and thought about going north, so I came here."

"Hiss-Augusus, that's a good place, I've been there."

Puka took a deep breath and exhaled thick smoke, then looked at the frosted window, as if recalling some past events.

"Aetherion is not a good place. If you just like to travel around, I advise you to stay away from it. There is nothing to see."

"Isn't the purpose of traveling around the world to explore the unknown? If you can't go to the places you want to go, you haven't really lived."

Chen Yang smiled and gave his opinion.

Puka's eyes suddenly became bright, and he nodded in agreement: "Yes! You are right! The meaning of life should be like this!"

Although he seemed to think of something, his eyes quickly dimmed.

"I don't think you are a criminal. Why are you doing the forging business here?"

"Well, I have been doing it for hundreds of years because of someone's entrustment."

Puka grinned, showing his big yellow teeth and smiled, and said nothing more.

This person has a story...

Chen Yang glanced at the task panel. The tasks related to the August Empire have dimmed. Instead, there is a task called "Gambler's Carnival" and a special branch called "The Blacksmith Who Dreams of Traveling Around the World".

He couldn't help but glance at the bearded old man in front of him, but didn't ask much.

He didn't look like he wanted to say more.

"Very good, you should stick to it. It's a thousand miles from here to Aetherion. Not only will you be exposed to the wind and sun along the way, you will also have to face countless monsters and cross a forest, two plains, and a mountain range."

Puka rummaged through his backpack for a long time to find a map and pointed it out to Chen Yang.

"It's here, this godforsaken place is Aetherion. There's nothing but gambling. Oh, and there's also the world's largest sex industry. You can only lose everything there, or make a little money and spend it all on those women, and then lose everything again."

Puka then poured himself another beer and asked seriously, "Are you confident that you can get there? The road is not easy."

"Haha, I happen to be a little confident in my own strength. Under normal circumstances, my subordinates will handle everything."

Chen Yang pointed to Ichabod standing next to him, who nodded politely to Puka.

The Undead King only appears polite when he is with his own king.

"Yes, yes, I believe that your subordinate is incredible. His sword is extremely powerful, and you can see it at a glance. Well... I wanted to ask since he came in. Can I see it?"

"Of course, Ichabod, show this gentleman your sword. He is too curious."

Ichabod placed the giant sword steadily on the table. In fact, he secretly used magic to hold up the giant sword, otherwise its weight could easily collapse the kang.

"Haha, this is really, really a miracle."

Puka was more and more amazed as he looked at it, and a huge wave of emotion surged in his heart.

"I don't understand the craftsmanship, it's too perfect. I think this must be the work of the great forge master Tolkien, the legendary Tolkien masterpiece."

"Tolkien masterpiece?"

Chen Yang knew clearly that this [Throat of the Underworld] was definitely not a Tolkien masterpiece. He had worked hard and spent a lot of brain cells to modify it based on the only artifact [Dawn of Pain] dropped from the only copy - the Tomb of the Dead.

"That is the lifelong dream of all dwarves. Once, only Lord Tolkien, the god of forging, could make it. But the great Lord Tolkien passed on the forging technique to the dwarves. If a dwarf's forging is recognized by Lord Tolkien, he will descend his divine power and upgrade the forging to a Tolkien masterpiece."

"A Tolkien masterpiece is enough to change the pattern of a world."

"Is that so?"

"Well, Tolkien masterpieces are extremely rare. There are only a handful of them in the entire history of the dwarves. The dwarves who can create it are all the best of the times."

"Is that so."

Chen Yang nodded, very interested in this Tolkien masterpiece.

"By the way, is there no Tolkien masterpiece in the world now? Why have I never heard of it?"

"Yes."

Puka stretched out his thick finger and pointed to the northernmost part of the map. That was the only facility in the Winter Plains and the most important facility in the entire Novaria continent - the Proka Fortress.

"Right here, in Proka Fortress, the only existing Tolkien masterpiece is there, it's a shield, I don't know what it is exactly."

He paused and said a fact that made Chen Yang raise his eyebrows.

"The only thing that is certain is that this thing came from the Sunken Sea, lying on a deck on the legendary captain's ship, and was discovered by a boatman who went out to sea to fish..."