Fortunately, Unknown's hunting skills were exceptionally advanced, and with the help of the many traps like snares in the dwarf village, Unknown managed to feed this group of dwarves for an entire week through his own efforts.

Apart from hunting, whenever Unknown was bored, he would stand quietly beside the dwarves, watching them forge tools. Whenever Unknown stood next to Uncle Sam to watch him forge weapons, Sam would always mutter to himself nonstop, constantly talking about the things to pay attention to during forging, as well as various forging techniques, even mentioning everything needed to forge a true artifact.

Unknown would just listen quietly, never asking questions, and Sam would just keep talking, never asking whether Unknown understood.

Unknown also found it strange that after listening to Sam's explanations, he could immediately grasp everything the other had described. Even with the forging hammer he had never touched before, Unknown had a feeling that if he picked up the hammer to forge tools, although he wouldn't be as skilled as Sam, he should still be able to forge decent tools—tools even better than those used by people in his own village.

As the sun set in the west and the bright moon rose in the east, when night fell, Unknown returned to the dwarf village carrying two wild boars on his shoulders. Even for someone as strong as him, after a week of hard work, he felt quite exhausted.

The constant clanging of metal that had filled the past few days had already ceased. The dwarves, excited, stood in the center of the village holding their greatest masterpieces from recent years, waiting for Unknown's return.

"Unknown! Come try Uncle Kala's broad-backed, extended hunting knife! Its quality is far better than the battle sabers of ordinary generals in the Shenlong Empire!"

"Unknown! Come try Uncle Jesta's thirty throwing darts—if you run into an ogre, with your monstrous strength you can easily shoot right through it!"

"Unknown! Hunting can be dangerous at times, so try on Aunt Lam's set of raptor-hide, metal-fitted soft armor!"

The dwarves all shouted at once, showing off bags of hollow iron pellets, finely crafted throwing spears... all sorts of their best creations appeared before Unknown.

Uncle Sam looked at Unknown with a proud smile. On the stone table beside him lay a pitch-black longbow, its body covered with many strange patterns. Although Unknown didn't know their purpose, he could tell that such ugly carvings were probably not for decoration.

Drawing the bow, nocking an arrow.

"Whoosh!"

The powerful arrow left the bowstring—hardly anyone could even see its shadow. Almost at the same instant the string was released, the arrow was already embedded in the humanoid target five hundred paces away. The iron armor crafted by the dwarves provided no real defense; the arrow shot by Unknown pierced straight through the armored target.

The dwarves were all dumbfounded. Many of them had tried to draw that longbow not long ago, but none could even pull it halfway, let alone fully. Although Unknown was strong, to draw the entire bow so easily was still unbelievable to them, and to shoot through an armored target five hundred paces away was even more unimaginable.

Sam smiled slightly and handed Unknown a quiver of extra-long, specially made arrows: "The shafts are made of refined steel, the arrowheads from raptor teeth. Just remember to retrieve this quiver."

"Good bow..." After spending these days with the dwarves, Unknown also knew that only Sam in the entire village could forge a metal bow that wouldn't easily break.

Sam chuckled softly and muttered, "I used up all the refined ore brought back from Ironforge. Though it doesn't reach the level of a true artifact, it's still rare in the world—a fine bow indeed."

"Unknown! It's time to try our weapons!" The dwarves snapped out of their daze and hurriedly hung all the tools they had made onto Unknown. As master craftsmen, they naturally knew where weapons should be placed for easy access by their user.

After the dwarves' careful outfitting, Unknown had eight throwing spears strapped to his back, a pouch of hollow iron pellets at his waist, and thirty throwing darts lined up tightly along his belt. A broad-backed saber, a longsword, a throwing hammer... all sorts of weapons hung from Unknown, making him, in a sense, a walking armory.

One dwarf said with some regret, "Sigh! Once Unknown leaves, when will we get to eat that delicious roast meat again?"

The other dwarves sighed as well. During these days, Unknown's roasted meat had completely conquered the stomachs of every dwarf in the village.

Sam patted Unknown's belly and laughed, "Come on, the ore you mined and the game you hunted are more than enough to exchange for all of this. Someone like you could never remain unknown and live out your days in the mountains. If you ever leave the Greater Khingan Mountains, stop by Ironforge sometime—I'm sure someone will welcome you."

"Leave the Greater Khingan Mountains?" Unknown shook his head with a smile. "I've never thought about leaving the forest."

"Life is unpredictable. Young man, I hope to see you again, and that the cunning of the world will not cloud your heart." Sam softly muttered as he watched Unknown's figure fade into the distance.

Chapter Five: The Great Roc Spreads Its Wings (Part One)