Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 178 The Dwarves' Competitive Passion
"Master Baine, Master Baine, when did you become the luckiest person in the tribe?"

In Forge Keep, several dwarves circled around Barn Forge and asked him questions.

In the past, Barn would pretend to be serious and say, "What do you mean? I am the luckiest person in the tribe."

Then the children would burst into laughter and use all kinds of rhymes to tease the old dwarf.

At this time, Barn would pretend to be very angry and scare these naughty children away.

He muttered weird things like "Not being able to draw 3000 isn't good luck in another sense?" and "I don't draw to even out the probability so that it will be easier for others to draw."

The more anxious he acted, the happier the dwarfs were.

Baines was angry, of course, but he had to act like he was angry.

This way the other members of the clan would think he was not angry but was just teasing the child.

At the same time, you can also take the opportunity to express your anger.

It's easy for him.

As a master of the melting pot, he has an idol burden and has made great efforts and sacrifices to maintain his image of being respected and approachable.

But he is different today.

The dwarves jumped around him several times, but there was no reaction from Barn.

All of a sudden, most of my interest was gone and I became much quieter.

The best way to deal with noisy children is to ignore them. If they want attention, just don't give it to them.

But the time of waiting for them to calm down was a bit torturous.

When the dwarves got tired of jumping and couldn't find any fun here and were about to leave, Barn chuckled.

"hehe."

The smile gave off a sense of déjà vu of a hermit.

Then he stroked his beard and said in a nonchalant manner, "Today."

"Wow!"

The children exclaimed.

"What do you mean today?" one of them asked his friends next to him in a low voice.

"I don't know," the friend answered stupidly, "but I think this sentence is so cool."

The Crucible game store.

The Auto Chess anniversary event is coming to an end, and a large group of dwarves are gathering in the store to participate in the last exciting card drawing event during the event.

A few months into the season, except for a few people who wanted to rush for points, most people stopped playing chess and just waited for updates.

Playing chess? Playing chess is not as interesting as drawing cards!
Dwarves are particularly enthusiastic about watching others draw cards.

This thing is too magical for them. It is obvious that they will never make any money. The only difference is whether they lose more or less. The Drogo Group is the only winner.

But when the card drawing animation bursts into golden light, it still brings the same joy of winning a big bet.

As a result, only game stores opened for dwarves will have special card-drawing game machines.

No matter what game card is drawn on this type of game console, it will be broadcast and projected onto the curtain wall in the store.

For the dwarves who are keen to watch the fun to watch.

There are no windows or clocks in the store, in an effort to make them forget the passage of time as they watch the package-opening animations again and again.

"Gold, gold!" the dwarf who was drawing the card shouted with a red face.

This was his last ten consecutive draws, and it seemed that as long as he shouted hard enough, he would really be able to get a golden legend.

“Ahhhhh↑——ah↓…”

The hoarse shouting suddenly deflated because he saw the blue and white color combination that "cleans the soul".

"You can't do it. Get out of the way. It's my turn. With your luck, you can't draw anything good." The dwarf next to him urged.

"You make it sound like you're so lucky." He retorted unconvinced.

"I'm just lucky. I dug up a ruby ​​in the mine yesterday!"

"That's not a ruby, it's a rust monster shell you dug out and you think it's a treasure."

The dwarf, who was unhappy with the card drawing, unceremoniously revealed the other party's past.

"nonsense!"

"Then take it for identification!"

"Even the shell of a rust monster is a treasure. What's the word for it? A fossil!"

This is a new way for the dwarves to make extra money. Scholars from the research institute often come to the mining area to purchase the fossilized remains of ancient creatures that have been dug up.

If it is a rare species, the price is no lower than that of high-quality gemstones.

"Keep blowing your trumpet. They buy shells from the previous year. Your shells are from last week at most."

It looked as if the two dwarves were about to engage in a "friendly" fistfight.

"Get out of the way!" Baines shouted.

"Who are you... So it's Master Barn. Why are you in the mood to draw cards today? Didn't you say you wouldn't draw anymore after the last time?" asked the dwarf who was about to fight.

After Barn failed to deliver any results with 3,000 draws last time, he threatened to quit the game and leave the sad land of Auto Chess.

"Humph."

Barn Forge cleared his throat, and then his loud voice spread throughout the game store.

"Today, I will not only draw the Dwarf King, I will also draw all the legendaries in the event."

As soon as the words fell, everyone in the store seemed to have heard something extraordinary.

I've stopped playing the games I was playing, because today I'm sure there's something exciting to watch.

There is no better way to play a game than to watch Master Barn break through defense.

Everyone assumed that he would be able to break through the defense this time.

Barn sat in front of the game console and logged into his account.

There were a lot of red dots on the initial interface. It was a miracle that he could resist clicking on it to take a look.

He moved his neck and wrists in a pretentious manner, then clicked into the card drawing interface.

"Today, today..."

The group of dwarf kids from before also came over, surrounding Barn and shouting the harsh words he had said.

"What do you mean today?" The dwarf who was watching the fun asked others in confusion.

"I don't know. Maybe it's a spell I learned from the Great Elder? It can help with drawing cards."

"Nonsense, the Great Elder's eyesight is so blurry that he can't even play the game, how can he care about drawing cards?"

"Otherwise, how could he be the Great Elder?"

Amid the discussions, Barn began his first round of card drawing.

No one took it seriously at first. The first few rounds were usually just warm-up rounds, and no one would win right away.

"Gold!" The sharp-eyed dwarf exclaimed, pointing at the curtain wall.

Then most people noticed the unusual scene and were surprised and couldn't believe it.

why?
And why?
Barn didn't even bother to look at what he drew on each card, nor did he go through the ritual of turning over the cards one by one. He just displayed everything he drew at once.

"It's the legendary ranger Aramil!"

Someone called out a name.

Barn curled his lips in dissatisfaction. Pointy ears would be better off not having them.

"Whoever wants this skin, I'll give it directly to him!"

"me!"

Shocked by Master Barn's generosity, the dwarves immediately began to fight.

Although it is an elf skin, you should not miss it.

What’s more, the killing animation of this skin is quite cool among all the skins in this event. It is very popular in the secondary market, and you can sell it even if you don’t want it and make money for free.

Without any celebration, Barn directly started his second ten-draw streak.

No one paid attention to it. How could anyone draw gold continuously?

"The money has been withdrawn!" someone shouted again.

"what?"

Before everyone could react to what was happening, the dwarf shouted again.

“Still two golds!”

As Barn displayed the content, the two golden card faces were particularly eye-catching.

The Dwarf King, and a chessboard skin dragon bone battlefield.

After too much shock, you become numb.

As Barn drew more and more, the dwarves watching became numb to the golden light.

They found it difficult to accept what was happening.

How could it be so easy for someone to draw a card?

And it was Barn the Crucible, the object of ridicule who had not been able to draw anything before with 3,000.

Was he really playing a game with them?

Barn ended the card drawing with a record of 28 gold for every 40 draws, averaging less than gold for every draws.

He stopped now because Drogo had given him a thousand chances to draw. He climbed onto the game and looked down at the entire venue.

I have to say that the structure of the game console designed by the dwarves is really solid. Its slender main body can support Barn's 200-pound body.

"When did Barn Forge become the most fortunate dwarf of the Forge clan?"

He put a hand to his ear, tilted his head, and waited for the audience's response in a pretentious manner.

"Today, today..."

The dwarves in the store shouted in unison.

"Hahaha!"

Baan laughed so hard that he got carried away. It felt so good. He hadn't felt so good in a long time.

It can be said to be the third peak of his life after obtaining the title of Crucible and defeating the Bone Dragon in a single challenge.

"Ding dong."

New message notification came from the portable social circle magic device.

The Drogo Group named it a mobile phone, although it has no calling function, cannot watch short videos, and does not have mobile games. It is dedicated to the Luling social circle and is as big as a big brother.

But because of its high price, it is still a symbol of noble status.

Without thinking, Barn turned on his phone and the illusion appeared. He completely forgot that the store's live camera was still filming him.

Now his every move will be projected onto the curtain wall that is usually used to display games.

Red Dragon Eats Potatoes: What are the odds now?
This sentence was also captured on camera.

Although the sentence was projected in reverse on the curtain wall, it did not affect the dwarves' reading.

"What's the probability? What does it mean?" When a voice asked this question, the game store suddenly became quiet.

The account Red Dragon Eats Potatoes was dug out a long time ago. It belongs to Drogo. Drogo asked Barn what the probability was. Considering the weird gold rate of Barn's card draw today, it is hard not to let people imagine.

Everyone looked at Baines, waiting for the old dwarf to give an explanation.

As for Baines, the cold sweat on his face was enough to wash his face.

He has been wise all his life, it is impossible that he will lose his reputation because of a card draw.

Although with his craftsmanship, his reputation wouldn't be that bad.

Most people will probably treat this cheating as a bad joke.

But he has an idol burden.

How about giving away all the skins we drew this time to everyone?

He just said that it was the game benefit he fought for the Crucible Clan from Drogo.

This will definitely help you pass the level, but the problem is that the Dwarf King that you finally got is gone.

I can't just ask Drogo for it again with a shameless face.

In a dilemma, Drogo came to the rescue.

Red Dragon Eats Potatoes: The elves of the Silver City-State responded to the short film in which the dwarves evaluated the elven craftsmanship. I have sent you the recorded magic crystal and I recommend that you all take a look at it.

Then, a teleportation array lit up, and a magic crystal appeared in the light.

Barn suddenly had an idea and said passionately, "Yes, that's the probability. It's the probability of winning the sword-forging competition."

"Sword forging competition? What is that?"

"Who else can compete with us in forging?"

"Pointy ears, maybe."

"They can't possibly be stronger than us!"

The dwarves in the store started talking.

"The sword-forging competition is held by the Drogo Group and will be broadcast on the Magic Viewer. It will be a competition where dwarves and elves compete in forging skills!"

Baines continued.

In fact, he didn't remember the specific process of the sword-forging competition. For example, it was not a competition between dwarves and elves, but the first round started with these two.

The average forging level of other races is not good, but a few first-class craftsmen are still good and can enrich the program.

Barn now described the game as a competition between elves and dwarves. If nothing else, the enthusiasm of the dwarves in the game store was ignited.

"Ha! Fuck the pointy ears!"

"The dwarves will win!"

As emotions ran high, Barn activated the magic crystal.

The picture that appeared was a scene where the city lord of the Silver City State was holding a meeting with the craftsmen.

"What are they babblein' about?"

"Who knows? I can't understand a word of the pointy-eared bird language."

"I bet he was scolding us!"

The content of the magic crystal stone is actually slightly different from the actual situation at that time.

The interview clip with Barne in the video was replaced with a mosaic but unedited version.

"Who is this dwarf?"

"You are stupid. You can tell it's Master Barn just by looking at the beard."

"Master Barn thinks highly of elven forging."

"No matter how much they hate it, they have to admit that the craftsmanship is something."

However, the elves' reaction soon ignited the dwarves' anger.

"idiot!"

"Fool!"

"Rubbish!"

The elves' meager swear words popped out one after another.

Oddly enough, although the dwarves claimed that they could not understand a word of the Elven bird language, they actually knew every curse word in the Elven language.

The elves, too, can understand swear words in Dwarven.

These two races can curse at each other even though they don't speak the same language.

And they can understand each other.

It turns out that swear words are the best introduction to learning a language.

The dwarves present also became anxious.

"The master evaluated the elven craft so objectively, what do they mean by scolding him?"

"Pointy ears are like that, they don't keep their promises, they have no sense of honor, they say one thing in front of people and another behind their backs!"

"Provocation, naked provocation!"

"Let them see how powerful the dwarves are!"

After the screening, Baines cleared his throat again.

"So, what should I tell Drogo? What are the dwarves' chances of winning the tournament?"

"100%!"

The roar almost broke through the door of the shop.

Amid the dwarves' war cries, Barn typed 100% in the chat box and sent it.

He quickly turned off his phone, without revealing the question mark in Drogo's reply.

Looking at the angry crowd, Barn secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Genius, I am definitely a genius among dwarves.

This will divert your attention. If you can't work on iron in the future, you should go to Magic TV and find a job to support yourself in retirement.

This incident became a hot topic and spread quickly among the dwarves. It was no longer just a matter of the Crucible Clan.

Because not all clans have game stores in their territories, there were actually quite a few other clans who came to play for free that day.

They brought the news back to their own clans and even spread it to dwarves in other areas through the Dwarf Bar.

Finally, after a heated discussion in the Dwarf Bar, it was decided that the dwarves from the Twin Towers City area would represent the team in the first phase.

Therefore, the original plan to send several young people from the tribe to participate was no longer feasible.

The younger generation of dwarves from all clans in the entire Twin Towers City area held auditions, and the best of the best were selected and led by Barn to the competition site.

Out of tradition, the unsuccessful craftsmen were also brought along to show their strength.

So, while Drogo was doing the final test of the studio, he saw a huge group of dwarves coming to the recording site.

"Ah? Why are there so many people? Didn't they say that only two contestants would be enough for the first round?" Zhuo Ge asked in confusion.

There were no audience seats at the recording site, and there was no need to arrange live audience seats for the sword-forging competition.

After all, the recording takes several hours, and most of the segments are not very interesting.

"Or you can let the extra people go back first, and only stay to participate in the competition." said Drogo.

"No, they will bring that many," Baines replied.

"Huh? Who are you, elves?"

Before he finished speaking, a huge teleportation array was activated, and nearly a hundred elves walked out of the light curtain. If you didn't know, you would think it was a model interview.

"No, are you here to forge swords or to fight?"

(End of this chapter)