Durin's Diary

Chapter 769 Means
The name of Durin the Master Craftsman is like thunder in the ears of everyone on this land.

If Du Lin was not a legend, perhaps some people would shamelessly come to Du Lin to ask for a magical weapon.

But Du Lin is a legend. Without sufficient strength, no one would dare to take this step.

Today, Dulin was not stingy with his skills, and all the members of the church who were proficient in casting were present.

They watched as Durin picked up five iron ingots and threw them into the air.

The next second, in just a breath, the five iron ingots turned into liquid. Under the gaze of everyone, the five balls of liquid began to expand into the shape of iron sheets.

"Can you see anything?" Chester Ingram asked his peer next to him. This was his younger brother, who was now the chief foundry priest in the Church of the God of Nobility.

The latter shook his head: "I don't have this skill. I can only say that a master craftsman is a master craftsman. I'm afraid I will never be able to learn this skill in my lifetime."

His face was full of bitterness, because all this was too miraculous in the eyes of mortals, and he didn't know where it all came from or why it happened.

How could this iron ingot become like this on its own without a furnace?

Du Lin has completed the pulling of the iron sheet, and the threads of the water inlet cover and the water outlet have also been completed.

Next came the rubber tube, the nozzle, and the pressure rocker. After each part was made, Du Lin took out a piece of glass and made a transparent area above the barrel.

Perfect! I never thought that you would be so clever and skillful, Mr. Du Lin.

I can even make a gun, so making this thing should be a piece of cake for me.

Then Dulin made a bucket of holy water with his own hands.

Sir, is this really holy water?

Wellington Littlefoot asked.

Although many church members glared at him, they also knew that the fact that Wellington Littletoe, who was on the wanted list, could come here meant that Lord Durin had endorsed him.

And they also wanted to know whether Lord Durin, as a lich, could really make holy water.

Du Lin nodded.

Can you spray it on me? I think it's too weird. You are a lich.

The dwarf looked at me with a look of disbelief.

Du Lin thought about it and nodded vigorously.

There are so many people watching here. If I activate the mechanism and hurt you, you can't blame me.

That must be because I am not good enough in my studies!
The dwarf patted his chest, and holy water arrived soon after.

As everyone watched, the dwarven lich spontaneously combusted—holy flames engulfing his body.

The little fire man screamed and jumped into a bucket of water on the side, but soon it climbed out covered in flames.

Du Lin looked at it and sighed, then used a negative energy ray to save the dwarf's life.

Theodore and many young people in the church were laughing so hard that they were out of breath - after all, watching your opponents get humiliated is one of the great pleasures in life these days.

………………

I thought I was dead.

Wellington sat down in a chair, sipping his negative energy drink with a lingering fear.

You almost died, and if you had died, you would have been the first lich to kill yourself because of your own stupidity. I would have recorded your death with a video crystal and showed it to all my old friends around the world.

As Theol stood in front of him, he lamented the stupidity of his old rival.

Another new elf laughed at this - he came late and did not see Wellington burning, but seeing his osteoporotic appearance now, anyone could tell that this old rival was seriously injured.

You all don't seem to be getting along very well.

Durin had already finished casting the first batch of spray cans. He noticed what was happening and floated over. "Greetings, Reverend Durin," the elf saluted.

"Venerable" is an elf term, so Du Lin nodded and said, "I'm very curious about how you became like this."

"Life sometimes overestimates its own capabilities and naively wants to snatch something from the hands of death. As for the results, you should understand why I am like this now." The old elf replied.

Du Lin nodded.

Help me finish this thing here, and I will grant you amnesty.

The elf in front of him was not lying. When he came, some church members recognized him. Unlike the anger they showed when they looked at the dwarf, their eyes were filled with regret and pity when they looked at the elf.

Thank you, Your Excellency, your kindness is enough to make me cry with joy.

The elf bowed his head and saluted Durin.

Then Durin looked at the dwarf.

Mr. Wellington, I have heard your story. Some of it does not quite accord with my own ideas, but I am very surprised that you can come this time.

Everyone says that what you say is more true than what the king says. I have lived for a long time anyway, so I want to try my luck. If you are really willing to pardon me, then like Theodore, I don’t mind living again. After all, you helped us deal with the Demon Lord, and we can’t deal with this guy.

What? Does he have any leverage over you?

Du Lin asked with a smile.

The necromancers nodded in unison, and Theodore added another sentence.

The Undead faction was in his hands. If you hadn't killed it, the Undead faction would have once again returned to the hands of the God of Magic. Let me put it this way, it would have been much easier for you to deal with the Kind Grandmother than to deal with him.

It seems that this time we are mutually beneficial. You help me deal with this epidemic, and I will give you a chance to reform. But if any of you repeat the same old tricks, don't blame me for killing you without blinking an eye.

No one who can live in the sunshine wants to go back to the gutter, my lord.

This time, Wellington answered.

Du Lin nodded with satisfaction.

Next, I have a task. I will give you the authority to gather a team of undead and search the sewers of the Old Era to see if there are any evil spirits hiding there, or if they have arranged some weird things.

Leave it to me.

The elf stood up.

I am Gray Eyes, this is my nickname. My name has been obliterated in history by my own hands.

·Okay, I'll leave this task to you. Next is the Dark River.

Leave it to me. I’m small and it’s hard for me to fit into those shorter places.

As Wellington spoke, he threw a soul box into Durin's hands.

Since you have guaranteed me, sir, I cannot bring shame to us. If I come back dead, it will prove that there must be something weird in the dark river.

·Okay, I'll leave Dark River to you.

After Du Lin finished speaking, he looked at the remaining two.

Negan raised his hand first.

I can control the undead crows. If I need to reveal a flaw at night to attract the evil god's minions, let me do it.

·Okay, then Mr. Theodore, what can you do for me?

Du Lin looked at him with a smile.

He was waiting for an answer.

(End of this chapter)