“How is that possible?” Sam stepped forward, snatching away the fourth bow he was about to give to the excited and smiling Tom, and carefully looked Unknown up and down, saying, “Wait a minute!”

Very soon, Sam came out of his room, holding a bow that, from its appearance alone, was clearly of much better quality than the strong bows from before.

Crack...

Unknown looked apologetically at Sam, silently returning the fourth broken strong bow in his hand to Tom.

“How is that possible!” Just moments ago, Sam had been full of pride, but now his eyes were wide with shock as he nearly roared at Unknown, “You wait right there!”

Crack...

“Uncle Sam, with items of this quality, do you really have the nerve to call yourself one of the top ten master craftsmen when you’re drunk?”

Tom’s slightly teasing words deeply provoked the nearly furious Sam. The last strong bow that broke just now could withstand at least five hundred jin of force—even among human generals, not everyone could fully draw it, let alone break it.

“Don’t go! Wait right here for me!” Sam threw down these words fiercely and went back into his room again. Soon, the sounds of rummaging through boxes and chests came from inside.

“Try breaking this bow if you can!” A black strong bow was thrown out from Sam’s hand. “Even a powerful minotaur would have trouble drawing it fully...”

Crack...

Before Sam could finish his sentence, Unknown once again gave him a resounding slap in the face by snapping the strong bow.

“How is that possible? Are you a Behemoth or something? That’s a seven-hundred-jin strong bow! Don’t go! Wait right there!”

Tom watched as Sam, who had long forgotten his intention not to give Unknown a good bow, stormed back into his room in a huff. He quickly whispered to Unknown, “You have to give it your all—break every single one of them!”

At some point, a crowd of dwarves had gathered around Unknown to watch the spectacle. Faced with this situation, Unknown could only shake his head and smile wryly.

“Human! Try the fine bow my father made back in the day!” A dwarf who had been watching the commotion ran home and brought back a hard bow that looked to be of good quality.

Crack...

The watching dwarves erupted in an uproar, and many of them hurried home to fetch their proudest strong bows for Unknown to try.

You have to know, dwarves are a race passionate about crafting, known as the continent’s number one forging race. Of the world’s top ten master craftsmen, eight are dwarves.

Normally, no dwarf would admit another’s forging skills are better than their own. Now, they all saw Unknown as a comparison platform, hoping to use him to prove that they or their ancestors were the best craftsmen in the village’s history.

Crack... crack... crack...

Unknown apologetically returned one broken hard bow after another to the dwarves. Sam waited in the dwarves’ line for a long time before finally appearing before Unknown again.

Crack... snap...

Old Sam’s strong bow, after a brief resistance, once again let out a groan as it broke.

“It’s a pity that the divine weapons I forged were either tricked away by humans or are on display in Ironforge’s exhibition hall.” Sam muttered to himself as he looked at the strong bow that had been broken again, “If I’d known, I should have seriously forged a strong bow...”

“Human! Don’t you need a set of hunter’s tools? That shouldn’t just be strong bows, right? You should need throwing spears too! Try the best throwing spear from my house!” After his strong bow was broken, a dwarf simply brought out another hunter’s tool.

Prompted by this reminder, the dwarves whose bows had been broken and who were feeling dejected all ran home to fetch other equipment hunters might need.

Soon, the items the dwarves brought changed from hunter’s gear to military weapons, some of which were of quite good quality. Unfortunately, they all failed in the face of Unknown’s monstrous strength.

Tom looked at the group of dwarves, all with frustrated faces, and deliberately raised his voice, saying, “Unknown, let’s just forget it. I think you’d better go to Ironforge to find tools that suit you.”

“Wait a minute!”

Just as Uncle Sam finished speaking, the other villagers also shouted angrily, “You can’t leave! For the honor of our dwarf village!”

“All your crafted tools are really...”

Tom looked as if he wanted to say more but stopped. Only then did Unknown, standing to the side, realize that the dwarf he had saved was actually not stupid at all—in fact, he was very good at using people’s psychology.

“Human, stay in the village for now! You’re not allowed to leave! Wait for us!”

A group of dwarves threw down these harsh words and hurried home to fetch their mining tools, leaving the village in groups.

Sam, holding mining tools he hadn’t used in years, kicked an ogre’s bone and said, “These bones can at most be used as the main shaft for arrow fletching. They definitely can’t withstand your monstrous strength if used for a bow.”

After the dwarves had gone far, Tom excitedly ran home to fetch two sets of mining tools, then pulled Unknown toward the mine outside the village. “Let’s go, we can’t miss out on mining either. Once we make tools that suit you, the resources you mine will be the items for exchange. That’s our dwarven tradition.”