"Ding - you combined the dwarf forging skill [Precision Hammering] with the orc combat skill [Earth-shattering Fist], and obtained the compound skill [Molten Mountain Breaking Strike]!"
Lin Xiuyuan chewed up his mouth full of blood and foam as the whip struck the sharp pain on his back.
He knelt in the mud of the slave camp and watched the dwarf Thor being dragged to the mine - the old man had three ribs broken by the overseer in order to steal half a piece of black bread for him.
"Despicable bastard, if you dare to steal food again, I will nail your tongue to the anvil!" The overseer's leather boots ran over the back of his hand, and the sound of cracking bones mixed with the low laughter in his throat.
Until a drop of black blood fell from the wound on his forehead into the mud, and the air in the entire slave camp suddenly solidified.
Thor's broken ribs were glowing, and green light oozed from the fingertips of the silver-haired woman in the elf cage who always looked at him with contempt (later he found out that she was the elf princess). Even the most violent orc slaves stretched out their hands to him with red eyes.
"Xiuyuan," Thor suddenly struggled to crawl over and pressed his calloused hand on his heart, "I'm giving you my blacksmithing skills."
When the first ray of fused golden light rose from his palm, Lin Xiuyuan heard the sound of fate splitting——
In this world, it's time to change the way we live.
