Players' NPC boss

The headless dwarves surrounded Hawkins, and Hawkins raised his hammer.

Bang——

The hammer hit the cold blacksmith's table, and dazzling sparks splashed out.

The furnace burst into flames, and every headless dwarf was burning. Their bodies were lifelike in the flames, but Hawkins's body was smoking and melting.

That was the frenzy that only the dwarf's body could withstand, and the metal body would only dissolve, but Hawkins seemed not to notice it, muttering, reveling as if he had lost and found it.

"Go crazy for forging iron, celebrate the birth of life!"

"Let my sins end today!"

The flames tore open the dark and sinful headless dwarf workshop, and turned into a huge furnace in Asgard.

He declared as if he was going to forge a weapon that could kill the god in front of the god.

The god just took a glance and turned his eyes away. That glance saw through everything and saw the end of Hawkins. This dwarf with only a head and wisdom will eventually have nothing, and nothing will be born in the furnace of fire.

The pain given to him by the all-seeing eye is that the dwarf's last creation will bring death.

The all-seeing eye never makes mistakes, as evidenced by the dwarf's forging in the past and the awakened [Surtur] who cannot hurt him now. And the last creation of the dwarf Hawkins, the discarded metal flower, has been destroyed, and the dwarf Hawkins can no longer create anything, and this fate has also been crossed by him.

"Foolish God, you have lost your eyes of thinking and memory, and you have lost your foresight and wisdom. You are left with only your coffin - the kingship."

It burned.

This huge furnace needs fuel, so it burned.

His wisdom.

The most precious thing of the dwarves, the inheritance of a race.

He survived in order to pass on this wisdom, but now he has ignited all of this wisdom.

"I will burn all my wisdom in exchange for awakening the pulse of the soul."

This furnace will indeed not give birth to any miracles, but he is calling for miracles.

Dwarves are the pinnacle of forgers, and their skills have fallen into decline because their wisdom has been taken away. But those who love forging, metal and fire will never stop swinging their hammers just because they don't have the wisdom of the dwarves.

The sound of hammers hitting metal and the love of metal rebirth that they sincerely expect are the true wisdom of the dwarves.

So what if the wisdom of the dwarves is lost? The dwarves will just become history, and one day someone will find another way to reach the pinnacle of forging.

It's better to say that it is precisely because the dwarves occupy the position that forgers will never be able to break through the limit.

So burn, and then wake up!

"Ah, all the weapons that were born, feel this flame, and then respond to me!"

The dwarf Hawkins raised his hand, and his body turned into molten iron and flowed down. He was crying, but he was not crying for his own death. He was using this flame to plead for help from those who could feel the flame.

Not to save him, but to save the painful souls born because of him.

"Souls that have been born, I beg you to save those suffering children!"

In the distant top continent, the sleeping Had suddenly opened his eyes.

The flames began to burn.

The weapons hanging on the shelves, which were sold cheaply by foreigners because of insufficient attributes and imperfect skills, burned up, broke through the door of the store, and rushed into the sky like meteors.

Countless foreigners received the prompt at the same time.

The weapons they left in the warehouse, reluctant to sell, but unused, burned up.

[Are you willing to give up one of your weapons to save a suffering soul? Yes/No]

This sudden prompt made people stunned. Some people immediately chose [No]. In their eyes, the weapon that suddenly caught fire must have undergone some huge changes and must be kept in their hands.

But more people almost subconsciously pressed [Yes], for no other reason, because they cared more about that [suffering soul] than the gains and losses in equipment. It was just a weapon that they were reluctant to sell. If they could save a suffering soul, it would be a good deal.

When they chose [Yes], a weapon flew into the sky. They regretted that the weapon would fly, so it must have become something powerful. They must not do such a stupid thing next time.

So their next chance came immediately, and those who had more than one weapon immediately received the next prompt. They hesitated for a moment, smiled bitterly and acted like fools again, and chose [Yes]. They faced several opportunities to choose, and they all chose [Yes].

When countless meteors slid across the sky and rushed towards the distant horizon, they shrugged and smiled with relief.

It turned out that they were not the only fools.

I don’t know who the friends are, you are so generous.

The weapons that rushed into the sky felt the call.

They were born to protect or fight, but they failed. They did not become what the warriors expected. They could only stay in the corner of the warehouse forever, losing the meaning of existence.

They did not hate it. It was their responsibility as weapons that they did not become useful. It was their mistake.

Even so, they want to leave their own mark in the world and do something for their owners.

And a huge furnace was calling them, and the temperature of the flame that once nurtured them came to the scene of the gray land.

What a terrible scene it was, countless souls that should have been born as excellent weapons were trapped in twisted bodies, crying and suffering.

How sad it was, those weapons were far more worthy of being born than them.

So let them, who can only exist in the corner and have no value, turn into meteors to save those suffering souls.

Countless meteors rose from all over the earth of the top world, rushed into the sky and pointed in the same direction.

Their light almost illuminated the edge of the dark world, and their light even exceeded the great stars in the sky, making all creatures in this world unable to ignore it.

The one-eyed old man walking in the dark land saw the meteors in the sky, took off his hat and lowered his head, and he found the direction to go home.

In the endless ocean, the sleeping lion woke up, and his weapons sleeping in the warehouse flew into the sky.

The huge snake and he looked at the sky along the several rays of light, and the dazzling meteors turned into huge signposts in the sky.

That was guidance that even a blind person could feel.

"There!!!"

Accompanied by the lion's roar, the huge snake raised its body with a roar, swung its tail, and the entire endless ocean turned upside down.

It was as if the ocean stood up, and countless raindrops rushed into the sky under the power of the snake.

The light of the weapons that turned into meteors entered the water drops and decomposed their emotions.

Angry red, active orange, happy yellow, free green, friendly blue, depressed blue, sad purple.

They formed a huge rainbow and rushed to the other side of the sky following the meteor.