These are not elves

What appeared in front of the childish magician was a hall. Inside the hall were pieces of anvils and molds. In the aisle of these tools, there were two things that looked like sinks. What glowed in the distance was a slowly flowing stream. Lava river.

"My dear, this place is not simple." The childish magician took a breath, shocked by this magical existence built in the volcano.

The system prompt came, and the naive magician knew that this was an arsenal, and only arsenals could be so huge.

However, the naive magician is more concerned about whether equipment can be made here. After all, this thing is too important. At present, the output of equipment can only rely on players to hand-made stone tools, but the efficiency of stone tools is too low. Why do players buy them now? In the mine, the purpose is to start the Iron Age as soon as possible.

Walking into the hall cautiously, a wave of heat came over me. I don't know if it was the high temperature of the magma or something else, but the anvil was still spotless.

Walking deep into the hall, there is a small room. You can see that there are bookshelves in the room, but there is nothing on the bookshelves.

Walking into the small room, a heat wave hits your face. The temperature inside is more than ten degrees higher than outside. People can feel the burning sensation on their skin just by staying inside.

"I'll go, who would work in this place? Aren't you asking for trouble?" the childish magician complained. If humans can more or less bear the temperature in the hall, then no one can endure the temperature here for a long time. Stay or you will definitely become dehydrated.

As the saying goes, a thief never escapes empty-handed, so the naive magician began to carefully search for anything he could use in the room. Unexpectedly, he actually found it after searching.

Under the bed in the house, the childish magician found a stone slab.

As soon as the slate was pulled out, it turned into a ball of ashes, but the system prompts also came.

Now the naive magician finally understood why the temperature here was so high. It was all due to work requirements. Besides, the molten dwarves sounded very hot when they heard it.

When he clicked on the Molten Dwarf Blacksmithing Technique, the childish magician's originally excited face suddenly elongated. There was not a single design drawing in the production list, and it was completely empty. In other words, the Blacksmithing Technique was just a decoration. The childish magician Now I only know the core technology of molten dwarf forging, but unfortunately I don’t know how to make it.

But this was also an unexpected gain. The childish magician calmed down, but he had to learn to be satisfied with whatever he did, otherwise he would easily become angry to death.

The childish magician clapped his hands with satisfaction and was about to get up and go out, but the moment he stood up, the magician suddenly saw a handle on the ground.

This handle is just under the stone slab I just found. This bed is made of stone. You can't see it if you don't pay attention. Let alone the joy of acquiring skills.

The childish magician grabbed the handle and pulled it upwards, but it didn't move.

I tried again, but still couldn't move.

He dragged it like this for a long time, but the handle didn't move at all and he ignored the childish magician.

"Hey, why isn't this moving? It shouldn't be." The childish magician sat on the ground and gasped, taking out a piece of bread from his backpack and biting it.

After eating and drinking, the childish magician stood up and began to think about how to open the handle. Suddenly, a light flashed in the childish magician's mind.

An ominous premonition surged into his heart. The childish magician squatted down tremblingly and grasped the handle, then pulled it back violently. Hearing a hula, a downward staircase appeared in front of the childish magician. In front of the teacher.

"Pa!" The childish magician slapped himself on the forehead. What kind of evil was this?

There was lava flowing beside the stairs, which the naive magician could clearly see, but the temperature inside was even higher.

-3 (burn damage, absorb damage 7).

As soon as the childish magician put one leg in, an injury appeared. The childish magician was so frightened that he retracted his leg again. The temperature below was already enough to cause blood loss, and it seemed that a lot of blood had been lost, and he was lava again. The breastplate has lost three points of blood, which means that without this breastplate, it will lose at most ten points of blood, which is terrifying to think about.

I thought about it, childishly.