Star Forge Titan

It is said that poor people who cannot survive in every city and every oasis farm secretly flee, and they all head towards the legendary new city that holds hope and life.

But when they arrived at the legendary City of Hope, what they saw was a city in ruins that was almost completely destroyed.

The impact of the battle a few months ago has not been eliminated until now. Broken walls and ruins left by collapsed buildings can be seen everywhere, and even about one-third of the towering walls have been severely damaged.

Moreover, the giant monster that the Witch King transformed into left behind an extremely large corpse after his death.

It is said that each wizard king has a different giant beast incarnation, and a terrible giant beast war once broke out between them. Even if only the aftermath was affected, it was enough to kill all the people in an entire city.

The monster transformed by the Fourth Witch King looked like a twisted giant ape, but it did not have thick long hair. Instead, it was covered with large scales, just like the legendary dragon monster. It was strange and hideous.

As the incarnation of the Witch King, this monster is over hundreds of meters long and weighs an unimaginable amount. Without the power of magic, it might not even be able to stand on the sand.

Even now that it was lying on the ground, the terrifying monster looked like a long mountain range, undulating and blocking out the sky.

The pungent stench of the rotting corpse alone enveloped the entire city and the land within a radius of several miles.

Admittedly, the first impression of the new town, renamed 'Nunris', was not good, and even extremely disappointing.

But what people saw afterwards was an unexpectedly prosperous scene that was completely different from the bad appearance.

In the ruins, you can see strong men in white robes walking around everywhere.

These people all came from the Free Fist, and each of them demonstrated extremely powerful strength. For example, they could easily lift heavy building debris with just their hands, or smash heavy rocks into pieces with their special boxing configuration.

In addition to these good men from the Free Fist, ordinary people also had positive expressions on their faces.

Regardless of gender, age or status, everyone was working hard. They were clearing the ruins of the city, digging up all possible materials, and even had the courage to dig out solid bones from the Witch King's corpse, which was as huge as a mountain, to use as building materials!

Now, not far from the corpse, at the upwind side, where the smell is relatively acceptable, there is a temporary camp built with huge bones left by the incarnation of the Witch King and large pieces of coarse linen.

This special tent is large enough to accommodate dozens of people to rest together, without having to worry about the scorching midday sun or the extremely cold air in the desert night.

In the past, this was something that ordinary people would not even dare to think about.

In order to feed the growing population of Nunnris, the Free Fist fighters even went to the fields to farm themselves. Each of them had muscles stronger than those of an ox and could do the work of dozens or even hundreds of people in a day.

These newly opened vast fields are located not far from the city, which were originally the manors where the nobles in the city lived for leisure and vacation.

There is very fertile land in the manor, but it is only used to graze horses or simply serve as landscape. No consideration is given to how precious a piece of arable land is in an area like the Silent Desert.

Now, the originally flat lawns and various elegant garden landscapes have been replaced by newly planted crops.

Perhaps in the eyes of some people this is a wasteful act, like burning the piano and cooking the crane, but the people of Nunnris and the fighters of the Fist of Freedom are extremely pleased to see the small seedlings that have finally grown after several months of careful care.

Although it is not the most suitable time to sow, I believe that after a period of time, they can still become food to fill the children's stomachs and still become hope for people to continue to persevere.

"It's not what I thought." Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Lucas leaned on his shovel and looked at the results of his whole day's work.

It was a low wall that was originally made of randomly piled sand, but now it has turned into solid rock, as if it had been cast by magic.

"Oh? Is it better or worse?" Gao Shan's voice came from behind.

At this moment, this former barbarian orc had changed into the same white robes as the other Free Fists fighters. Although they didn't fit him particularly well, his face revealed a genuine sense of pride and satisfaction.

"Of course it's better." Lucas answered without hesitation:

"We don't have to hand over 80% of the food we grow. The children can be taken care of together and have at least two full meals a day. The elderly can do some manual labor within their capacity, but they don't have to be thrown into the desert to die as they usually do when food is scarce."

"This kind of life, this kind of life...it's like an unreal dream." The young man couldn't help but choke up at the end.

This was not surprising. Compared to the situation in the city-state, life in an ordinary oasis farm would be even harsher. That was why Lucas felt that everything before him was like a false dream and was unbelievable.

"Don't worry, things will only get better in the future." Gao Shan patted his disciple's shoulder, then continued in a slightly teasing tone:

"At least you should have confidence in yourself. You're a genius who's gone from beginner to proficient in the art in just a few days. You've even figured out how to release the power of your own boxing techniques. I'm sure your advancement to becoming a master is a natural progression."

"Even the masters of the Freedom Fist believe that you have the potential to compete for the title of the next 'Fist of the Blue Sky'!"

By the end of his speech, Gao Shan's smile was almost reaching his ears.

Although the person teaching Lucas has been replaced by a master of free fist fighting, he still calls himself a teacher, which is enough to make Gaoshan happy for many years.

"Teacher, please don't say that. There is still a huge gap between me and those real fist fighting masters." Lucas blushed and waved his hands repeatedly, but his eyes involuntarily looked at the section of the city wall that was destroyed by one-third.

Following his disciple's gaze, Gao Shan's expression became serious.

"Indeed, we can't be so proud. The path of boxing is infinite. I never thought that someone could achieve this level before."

As they talked, the master and the disciple fell silent at the same time. The excitement in their hearts was the excitement of boxers, because they saw the new heights that boxing could reach!

At this moment, if someone looked down at the destroyed city wall from above, they would see that the attack had destroyed one-third of the entire wall...

In fact, it is a huge fist print on the ground!

Like a fist of the sky falling from the sky!!!

Chapter 19 True and False Stories

Building one's own home is naturally full of motivation. The former city-state of Benisu, now the city of Nunris, is still busy after nightfall. In the distance in Ismailia, the story told by Gripi is slowly coming to an end.

"And then? Uncle Beard, how did the Crazy Dwarf's nephew deal with those forty villains?"

Feng Ling held the rabbit doll made of wool felt in her arms. It was made by Heidi for her in her spare time. Her face was full of anticipation.

"The dwarf was still a child, so he couldn't beat the thieves who had more than forty people. So he came up with a clever plan." Grippy continued the story vividly.

The content of the new story told by the dwarf is not complicated. It is about a decadent dwarf who becomes rich and becomes obsessed with glassmaking. The bad servants in the Chamber of Commerce want to collude with thieves outside to rob his property and even kill him for money.

As a result, the businessman's young nephew accidentally discovered the private transaction between the two parties.

The young dwarf didn't dare tell anyone because both parties in the transaction were disguised. He didn't know the thief's true identity, nor did he know who the traitor was in the Chamber of Commerce.

There was no way the dwarf could defeat forty thieves alone.

So he thought of a way. He pretended to be someone in the Chamber of Commerce who had the same bad intentions, and acted as a contact person to trick the bandits into hiding in dozens of large pottery jars placed in his cellar. He told them to sleep for half a day, and then let them out late at night to rob the Chamber of Commerce's property.

In fact, the dwarfs planned to wait until the thieves fell asleep and then burn these evil people who were trying to steal money and kill people to death one by one with boiling oil.

If you think about it carefully, the story of Gripi is actually a bit cruel, but Fengling, who is still a child, has no idea how tragic it is to be scalded to death by hot oil. She just simply applauds the story plot in which the good guys are about to win and the bad guys are about to suffer.

But at the end of the story, Gripi suddenly changed the subject.

"The dwarf was about to pour the hot oil when he was discovered by the leader of the thieves. Surprisingly, the leader did not kill him, but instead told a story that the dwarf had never heard before."

"Huh?" Feng Ling widened her eyes, and the scarf hanging on her head seemed to stand up in surprise. She looked like a curious kitten and was very cute.

"It turns out that before he went crazy, the old dwarf was a very stingy and cruel man. He completely disregarded the lives of his subordinates for money, and even threw an employee into the desert outside the Chamber of Commerce when he became sick and could no longer work."

"This has left many families shrouded in sorrow and tears day after day. These forty thieves weren't really thieves. They were the lucky few who survived after being thrown out of the Chamber of Commerce. They were also among the few who wanted to muster the courage to stand up and change this unjust world."

At this point, Gripi's voice dropped a little, but Feng Ling didn't understand why and thought it was still part of the performance.

"As for that wicked servant, he's truly a villain. He's secretly plotting to kill the old dwarf and become the head of the guild himself. Rumor has it there's someone else involved. He's a truly cunning, treacherous, and devious villain."

"How could this happen? Then...what happened next?" Feng Ling was a little confused after hearing this.

After all, she was a real child, not some monster genius with cheats, so she couldn't quite understand the complicated inside story.

"Then, the little dwarfs were at a loss, while the old dwarf started fighting with forty big thieves. The dwarves' hammers and the thieves' fists broke down the courtyard wall."

"In the chaos, the dwarf saw many servants taking advantage of the situation to rob the Chamber of Commerce. One bad servant even stole the old dwarf's most precious wooden box. For some reason, he mustered up the courage to beat the bad servant over, then fled the Chamber of Commerce with the box overnight."

Gripi silently drank a sip of the desert coffee brought by the maid. This is a special drink made from coffee beans mixed with cardamom, saffron, fennel, cloves, cinnamon, ginger and other spices. The color is often different from other coffees, and it can be said to have a unique flavor.

"Oh, this coffee is really good." According to custom, the dwarf exclaimed in praise, and his sincerity was quite strong, because the coffee provided by the Golden Sands Chamber of Commerce was indeed delicious.

In fact, in the Silent Desert, it has become a custom for hosts to invite guests to drink coffee.

It is mainly to express the host's sincere respect for the guests, and the guests also need to express their gratitude with praise.

Gradually, this evolved into a set of etiquette and rituals similar to the Eastern tea ceremony. For example, when tasting coffee, one must not only praise the aroma of the coffee, but also refrain from drinking water immediately even if one's mouth is full of coffee grounds. Doing so would indicate dissatisfaction with the coffee provided by the host, which would seriously damage the host's self-esteem and hospitality.

In more elaborate cases, the host and guests will burn incense before drinking coffee and scatter expensive spices near the seats where they will drink coffee. The host and guests will then appreciate the quality of the coffee together, carefully studying everything from the color of the coffee beans to the aroma after grinding. They will then put out exquisite and precious silver, copper or tin coffee utensils for appreciation, and finally start brewing the fragrant coffee.

Of course, if it is just a normal entertaining situation, there is no need to make it so complicated.

After the story was told, Feng Ling seemed dissatisfied with this strange story that started well but ended poorly, but she was a gentle little girl and just pouted without losing her temper.

The dwarf Bloodsworn Avenger, with a gradient green Mohawk, showed a silly smile that was completely inconsistent with his current grimacing appearance, and then he cheered himself up to tell another real adventure story.

It was a short story about a dwarf prince taming a bighorn sheep on the road, but it was mixed with the dwarves' usual ridicule of elves.

Considering that it is meant for children, the relevant content is only briefly mentioned.

If this were told in a tavern, Grippy might have added something even more rude, like the stories the forest elves and sheep had to tell...

So, two 'little' guys of about the same height, at least one of them was a real little guy, continued to tell funny stories in the hall, and let out a cheerful laugh or two.

On the other side, a man and a woman underground also completed the preliminary examination of the dead man's body.

"He died too suddenly, and the poison was too potent. Although you delivered it in time, I probably won't be able to read any more information from him even with magic." Heidi made the above judgment while looking at the clay doll that had completely stopped moving.

"These are enough. Anyway, the real secret of the Witch King has not appeared yet." Alvin nodded and did not feel surprised.

I just felt a little sad in my heart. If that guy Ka Yang was here at this time, maybe he could have pried out more information from the dead person.

As for the necromancer he was talking about, he was now dealing with a mountain of documents with a look of grief and indignation on his face.

This wasn't surprising; a comprehensive school reform was no easy feat. Even with the support of the 43rd Demon Lord, Ka, who had just established his own team, was trapped in a cycle of overtime due to insufficient manpower. The empty bottles of energy potions he had consumed over the past two days alone were piled three rows high in the corner.

The necromancer, who had a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, arranged them very neatly, which was even more amazing than if they were thrown randomly on the ground.

Overtime, overtime, and more overtime. When Khayon scratched his head in distress and found a handful of hair in his hand, the wailing sound finally resounded throughout this exclusive office belonging to the chief researcher of the School of Undead.

Of course, Ivan, who was far away in the silent desert, knew nothing about this, and even wanted to drag the necromancer who was about to die from overwork to help.

He now lacks some clues on how to find the Witch King's secret method next, but fortunately he already has an overall idea.

Heidi raised her finger and pointed at the now useless corpse, muttering a spell. Then, a beam of white light emanated from the silver candlestick she held. Enshrouded in the white light, the corpse rapidly began to shrink and deform, until it completely transformed into a rather ugly rag doll.

The witch's methods are so strange...

Alvin muttered to himself, and then realized that this did not seem to be entirely the witch's method. The shamans of the northern tribes also mastered a malicious transformation technique that forcibly turned the enemy into small animals.

Or, this is a new spell that Heidi developed based on the latter.

This made him look up to the witch beside him even more. A wizard who could spontaneously complete the research of new spells was definitely talented, even if there was a reference prototype, because it involved basic subjects such as the principles of magic, rather than simply the use of spells.

To make an inappropriate analogy, the former's major is called theoretical physics, while the latter's major is more inclined towards applied physics, or even simply learning how to become a civil engineer.

Although both majors require knowledge of physics, there are significant differences in the knowledge that the two majors need to learn and master.

Heidi casually waved her wand and threw the ugly doll into the fire. She mentioned casually:

"Aside from those dangerous adults, I think there are some others who deserve attention."

"Who?" Alvin's expression remained unchanged. He was mentally prepared for this.

Whenever a secret manual of magical skills appears in a martial arts novel, it will cause panic in the entire martial arts world. Although the secret method of the Witch King may contain a conspiracy, it is definitely a precious item that 90% of the extraordinary people cannot resist, so it is not surprising that it attracts all kinds of people.

However, the name that Heidi uttered next made him stunned.

"Freedom Fist."

Chapter 20: Alchemy Witch

Although it was a bit surprising to hear this name from Heidi, when I thought about it carefully, it seemed reasonable.

If you want to resist the Witch King's Fist of Freedom, if you can obtain the Witch Kings' most important secret method, you may be able to find a way to fight against it.

Before coming into contact with the real Fist of Freedom, Alvin could not judge whether the other party was an idealist with great initiative or a group of ambitious people who seized power in the name of resistance, but the attraction of the Witch King's secret method to the extraordinary people was indeed not to be ignored.

Of course, from a personal perspective, Alvin certainly hopes that they can become the former.

After all, whether good or bad, everyone hopes that there are more good people in the world.

Although he unexpectedly gained the powerful authority called "power" after traveling through time, even though Alvin never thought of becoming a perfect saint, he never intended to become as completely selfish as some extremely selfish villains.

Moreover, based on known circumstances, there are already too many extremely selfish people in this desolate and miserable land of the Silent Desert.

Therefore, to the best of his ability, Alvin hopes to provide a little insignificant help to reduce the existence of these people.

Speaking of which, he was quite curious about boxing techniques. He'd previously gained quite a bit from using the power of a common style. While maintaining the skin's toughness, adding a hardness comparable to diamond was even more powerful than the extremely enhanced Stoneskin technique.

As a former combat power party and member of the Squirrel Club, collecting boxing knowledge is already well on his agenda.

If possible, Alvin would even like to exchange experiences with the Free Fist fighters.

Back to the topic, when he was about to leave Heidi's private research institute, the black-haired boy suddenly remembered something.

"Wait a moment, I have a broken magic item that needs to be repaired." As he said that, the black-haired boy took out the diplomat's ring.

At the same time, he did not forget to reach into his pocket and pretend to take out the mithril he had obtained earlier from the spiritual space.