Durin's Diary

Chapter 157 Participating in the Grand Event
"You are so magnanimous." Lord Karl walked to Dulin with a smile. His appearance made the little brats in the audience begin to restrain themselves a little.

At least those little girls no longer dared to shout so blatantly that Du Lin would look over.

Du Lin smiled at Lord Carl and said, "We are all of the same age. Feel free to ask anything you want." He then looked at the red-robed mages below and asked, "Senior mages, do you have any other questions?"

"I heard that you can make weapons. Can you let us open our eyes?" A halfling stood up.

Halflings? They are too curious. Most of the thieves who die because of their stupidity are halflings - they all die because of their curiosity.

But it’s okay, this time Du Lin will satisfy his curiosity.

So when Du Lin stretched out his hand, several anchors flew out from the workshop behind him.

Du Lin opened his hand, and a blue flame appeared in his palm.

Anta consciously moved away from Durin's flames, and the next second, everyone around Durin also had to move away - it was too hot.

Lord Carl wiped his forehead and performed a temperature tolerance spell on himself.

The metals quickly turned into liquid in Durin's hands, and they were clearly separated by the entanglement of extraordinary power.

Under the astonished gaze of the mages, Durin operated the liquids to begin to merge.

"What kind of weapon is this? A sword?" someone asked in a low voice.

"If it's a sword, it's too heavy." Someone shook his head.

It is said that the magicians are knowledgeable, but today none of them could make sense of it.

Finally, a mace appeared in front of Du Lin.

It is pitch black all over, with red lines on the edges of the four sides, which are the hardest parts.

Durin grabbed the handle of the mace and swung it casually, then looked at the halfling red-robed wizard, who was already controlling an iron golem holding a huge shield, and every step the latter took would cause vibrations.

"That's great. I want to try it too." Du Lin said with a smile and walked towards the stationary colossus. After approaching to close combat distance, Du Lin swung his mace at his opponent.

Haha, who is the little grassland elf trying to scare with a metal stick?

I guess everyone thinks so.

So when Durin's mace swept across the huge shield, the time of the whole world seemed to slow down in an instant.

The moment the mace hit the shield, everyone saw the shield first deform, then shatter, and then the mace swept across the golem's waist.

Backlash? In the face of absolute power, such a thing simply does not exist.

The giant steel statue was cut in half by Durin's mace.

The strength of 22 is really awesome, so cool.

Du Lin sighed so when he finished recruiting, and waved the mace in his hand at the same time - you know what, this thing is really good at bullying people, and it is especially good for dealing with all kinds of disobedience.

The young grey robes erupted in a roar once again – as mages, they all knew the toughness of the Iron Trolls, especially since these Iron Colossi, used as targets, were made of the finest materials. And now, it had been shattered by a Grassland Elf!
"Your weapon is truly amazing! And you can actually melt old metal plates!" The halfling ran up to Durin and watched him plunge the mace into the ground. "Can I try it?"

"Yes, but it's very heavy, you have to be careful." Du Lin said.

"It's okay, just watch me." The halfling cast a spell on himself, then roared... The mace rose up, and then the halfling fell down - he was pinned under the mace.

Durin was stunned for a moment. Lord Carl looked at the blood spurting out of the halfling's mouth and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Treatment! Come quickly! Someone's dying!"

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After a period of chaos, the half-orc was carried away on a stretcher - he was strong enough, but not physically fit, so he suffered internal injuries after being hit by the mace. Fortunately, they were not too serious and he could still be saved.

The human in red robe, who was looking for good intentions, came to the mace. After getting Durin's approval, he gave himself a lot of blessings and then reached out to pick up the mace.

He did pick it up, but soon lost control of the weapon amidst a strange cry, and everyone watched as the "little iron rod" hit the back of his foot.

A scream cut through the sky above the Mage Tower, and the man in red robes held his injured foot and jumped as if a spring was pressed on his foot.

Karl Malone slapped his forehead with his hand: "Dear Mr. Leo, are you here to cause trouble for the medical team, or are you showing off your acting talent?"

"Sir, I didn't know this thing was so heavy! I felt like my foot was run over by a carriage." The red-robed man, who was supported by one foot and jumped away from the scene, left these words.

Lord Karl was stunned, then looked at Du Lin. The old man looked puzzled: "My child, what does he mean by this? Is your weapon very heavy?"

"It's a bit heavy." Du Lin nodded. "It uses a lot of material, but it's quite comfortable for me."

"That's true. I see that you can control yourself very well, but the magicians nowadays are too weak, as delicate as a girl. Our generation helped to move shells to the artillery positions when we were young! It's true that the younger you get, the less useful you become!" The old man walked over while lamenting the past. He cast all the useful blessing spells on himself, then lowered his body, stretched out his hand to grasp the handle of the mace, and then stood up.

The entire Mage Tower heard the screams that came from Lord Karl Malone's waist and mouth.

Anta looked at the legendary wizard being carried away, and looked at Du Lin with a forced smile: "How heavy is this thing of yours?"

"I'm not sure either, maybe one... uh, about two hundred pounds." Du Lin answered, feeling a little guilty, because he didn't know how heavy those ingots were - Du Lin had double strength when holding the mace, so the weakling with a strength of 11 suddenly became a giant with a strength of 22. Du Lin didn't even feel how heavy the mace was.

It's one hundred and seventy-three kilograms, Mr. Du Lin.

When Du Lin heard what Daju said, tears welled up in his eyes - I'm really too conservative.

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Half an hour later, Dulin, who was listening to Anta explaining the spell formula in the classroom, heard the good news - His Excellency Karl Malone's waist was saved. When the Bishop from the Temple of the Twin Mothers heard about this, he took the initiative to come over and heal his waist injury, and also came over to say hello to Dulin.

The person who came was a typical grassland elf old man with gray hair and a pair of golden eyes that seemed to glow.

When she saw Du Lin, she smiled and kissed him on the forehead, then spoke fiercely: "My Lord has observed the new form of the God of Art and Beauty, and the God of Art and Beauty has also told me the reasons for everything, so I have a small request..."

Du Lin nodded with sweat dripping down his face: "I'll do my best, but my studies have been very heavy recently..."

"It's okay. My two masters have experienced many hardships and can naturally withstand the wait." After the old lady said this, she smiled and said goodbye.

(End of this chapter)