He lifted up the thick curtains, and the heat wave came towards him, instantly dispelling the cold winter that Zuo Yu brought in when he walked in.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding..." Uncle Poole was bare-jacketed, swinging the hammer with both hands, and hitting the iron tire on the stage one by one, with a solemn and focused expression.

Zuo Yu walked in, looked at the busy uncle Pu'er, silently followed the etiquette of a junior, and went to the furnace beside him to take out the ore and melt it piece by piece. For a moment, the blacksmith shop was filled with only the sound of jingling irons and the rustling ore smelting sound of smuggling.

I don’t know how long it took, but the winter sun shone through the gaps of the thick curtains, pulling Zuo Yu’s sound and shadow for a long time. It was already noon. "Dingdong, the player revolved and melted the fine steel ore successfully, and the forging level was increased to 50 points..."

Zuo Yu sighed and moved his unbearable pain in his shoulders. He thought that the smelting of so many ores was really tiring, especially the smelting of steel ingots had a certain chance of failure. If he was not focused, he would be able to synthesize 10 parts of materials into a piece of steel ingot. However, in one morning, the harvest was quite good. Zuo Yu was still quite satisfied with the synthesis of 120 pieces of steel ingots and the proficiency of 50 points forging skills.

When Zuo Yu looked up, he realized that Uncle Poole had stopped working at some point. He stood by and looked at him quietly, with an irresistible meaning flashing in his eyes. Zuo Yu put all the steel ingots in his hand in front of Uncle Poole, touched his nose and smiled: "Uncle Poole, there are a total of 120 steel ingots. These should be enough to make a bronze-quality shield, right?"

Poole didn't even look at the steel ingots piled up in front of him, but just stared at Zuo Yu, his expression changed, and he said slowly after a long time: "Boy, you are such a persistent boy."

"Hehe..." Zuo Yu didn't answer the words, but just smiled. He felt that what Uncle Poole had to say next was also his most concerned issue.

How much task will be opened? Zuo Yu was nervous. Will the fatigue of a whole morning be rewarded with the results he wanted?

"When I was young, I had a very good friend." Poole picked up the cigarette tube in his hand and sucked the clouds and mist, and his expression was sad and reminiscent. The traced memories also infected Zuo Yu. He stood aside and listened silently to Uncle Poole's memories.

"At that time, the wars of the Forgotten Continent were flying, and the evil gods were slaughtering lives on this land. Alan and I lost our parents when the demons attacked the village. I was determined to become a blacksmith of origin and to create the sharpest weapons and the strongest armor for the soldiers fighting on the front line. And Alan... My dearest brother was determined to become a soldier who charged at the front line of the battlefield. Later, when we were adults, he was about to rush to the battlefield. On the eve of his war, I built a shield for him, hoping to provide solid protection for my dearest brother..."

In a trance, Zuo Yu seemed to see the young Uncle Puer holding a thick shield and giving it to a full body of armor. In the hands of the mighty and heroic warrior, behind the warrior, countless pairs of armor, and the swords in his hand were cold and formed a square formation neatly. The murderous aura soared into the sky under the silent sky was suffocating...

"What about later?" Zuo Yu asked quietly.

"Later, twenty years ago, after the final battle with the evil god Christine Elms in Sunset Canyon, I had no news about Allen. What I got was a shield sent by the Legion. Thirty years ago, Allen was the shield I gave him..."

"Uncle Poole..." Zuo Yu had already understood the ending of the warrior in Uncle Poole's mouth. He couldn't help feeling sad. He asked for a few words of comfort, but he didn't know where to start.

"You are very good, boy." Poole's expression quickly recovered, looked at Zuo Yu, and exclaimed: "Persistence, persistence, tenacity and faith, you have the qualities of becoming an excellent warrior, I will not misunderstand this."

"Thank you, Uncle Poole." Zuo Yu said sincerely. Although it is a virtual NPC, the virtual story is like any legend made of iron and blood. Even if people know it is false, they can't help but fall into it and find it difficult to extricate themselves.

"Then, boy. These 100 stainless steel ingots can indeed create a bronze shield, but I think there is another shield that is more suitable for you. You can exchange 100 stainless steel ingots for my collection of shields." Uncle Poole said, taking away 100 stainless steel ingots, wrapping them from under the stool behind him, carefully opening them layer by layer, and taking out a dark shield.

"Finally come..." Zuo Yu felt ecstatic in his heart. As a result, the shield was taken in his hand and saw that the attributes of the shield made Zuo Yu's eyes dark and he almost fainted.

"The sealed thorn shield, level requirements: 1, block 50, defense improvement by 200, quality: whiteboard."

The whiteboard...!!! Zuo Yu felt as if he suddenly fell from heaven to hell. The huge gap was blocked in his chest, making him extremely frustrated. This whiteboard shield had no outstanding features except for a little higher defense and blocking. Could it be that his half-month effort was worth a piece of whiteboard equipment?

Or is it said that Bancheng Canxue in his previous life met the more terrifying trigger conditions before obtaining a bronze-quality shield and the "passive shield" that claimed to be against the will of heaven.

"Well, wait! The sealed thorn shield, sealed?" Zuo Yu immediately grabbed the key. Even though his emotions were repeated in his heart, his expression remained unchanged at all. He held the shield in his hand and said gratefully: "Thank you, Uncle Poole. The shield that this brave man used once will definitely become my eternal partner."

Zuo Yu said this and couldn't help but despise himself. If it were 20 years ago, when he was young, he would definitely not be able to say such a stingy statement. Sure enough, people are growing up and mature, and another meaning of maturity is shamelessness!

Uncle Poole smiled and said, "What a silly boy. Such a whiteboard-quality shield cannot protect the user well. How could I let you carry such a shield to fight with monsters? When fighting with the demon, this shield was contaminated with too much blood from the demon. The evil aura of the demon blood sealed the shield's original defense ability. However, there is no way to break the seal of the demon blood."

"Dingdong..., Uncle Poole asked you to break the seal of the demon blood. Will the player reincarnation accept it?"

The crisp system prompt sound is undoubtedly the most beautiful music at this moment, Zuo Yu clicked without hesitation to accept...
Chapter completed!