Mo Yuan opened a "Huachu Hall" in the League City, where he could recast bad equipment into random new equipment.
The big guild "Blood War Alliance" forced him to become its exclusive blacksmith, monopolizing the art of decay.
He is obedient on the surface, but secretly refines the "Essence of Decay" and mixes it into the garbage dumps discarded by ordinary people.
Blue light weapons began to appear in the garbage, and scattered people exclaimed "a miracle has come."
The Blood Alliance was furious and traced the source, but Mo Yuan's decay furnace always went out on time late at night.
When the guild assassin sneaked into the secret room, Mo Yuan smiled: "Do you think the art of decay only relies on fire?"
The assassin's dagger was pressed against his throat, but a dragon's roar came from the furnace——
All the semi-finished equipment resonated and glowed, revealing the hidden bloodline mark of the craftsman soul.
"The spirit of the craftsman is immortal, and there is no end to decay. The San people... Will eventually counterattack."
