--bump! A zombie was slammed to the ground, knocked over several farming tools, twitched twice and lost its voice. Its spine had been shattered and it couldn't move even if it wasn't dead through.
"Be gentle, Alexander, I'm looking for something." George said while rummaging through the clutter: "There should be some good stuff in the smithy."
Generally speaking, it was a capital offense to build weapons privately, so most of the things in the blacksmith store were farming tools, horseshoes and other things. Weapons and equipment could only be built at the request of the lord. But now is not the old kind of peace time, the old baron naturally will not be so strict requirements in their own territory.
So the blacksmith store still has some good things.
"But there is no armor." The big bald head skimmed his mouth, feeling a little sad and disappointed. His block is really too big, the average person standing next to him is like a small dwarf. So George's father's armor even if it stayed, the big guy simply can not wear it.
George did not pay attention to him, armor he now himself did not have to wear, just now in the castle ruins after a round, but also just pulled down from a knight's body a lock armor only. And the armor was also torn by zombies a little rotten, and because it has been stained with blood, has been a little rusty.
Although a little broken, but George is feeling pretty good. After all, for a rag picker, this is a good thing - iron ah!
... At least against the wolf teeth no problem.
At the time of the castle, George put it on after a little rinsing. And although this lock armor is more than ten pounds, but now his physical strength is also enough, there is no problem after wearing it. After that he observed his base combat power, but it increased by 1 point to [Comprehensive combat power: 3, +1 combat power against evil creatures].
Also in the castle found a heavy oak shield. This thing George is not used to using, after picking up a bad grasp of the center of gravity. And in the scrolls on the display, also after he took, not increase combat power. But Alexander is used very smoothly, shoot up people than George's nail hammer.
Obviously this big guy brought up the combat power increase is not a point or two only. And the scrolls for the increase in combat power judgment, it seems that in addition to the quality of the weapons and equipment itself, and the person's basic strength also has a great correlation.
Thinking about the lockets and oak shields, George couldn't help but rummage more actively.
While picking through the rags, he pondered the detailed data he had seen on Alexander earlier.
It seemed that the hero's overall combat rating was summed up in letters. The explanation on the scroll said that because heroes were often able to overachieve and defeat otherwise unbeatable enemies, they could only be measured approximately. It is impossible to express their combat power in precise numbers. Therefore, they are expressed in terms of D, C, B, A, S, and SS.
Individual heroes are also described by an R (rare) in the rating. This represents rarity and great growth power.
C-class combat power is almost equivalent to the level 3 soldier in the school field - elite ranger knight. George does not know what strength the asylum is divided into soldiers, but those previous guards in his father's territory, I'm afraid that the highest is a level 1 soldier, or even the militia with a combat power of 1 or 2...
But why is my combat power a pathetic 3 points? Am I too weak to even be considered a D-class hero?' Thinking of this, George couldn't help but feel a little depressed. He felt that he was at least trained as a knight, but it looked as if a random war scum could abuse him.
An oil replenishment bag was suddenly found by George, he opened it with excitement and found that it was a good dagger.
A long sharp dagger]
"Not bad, very sharp indeed." He nodded, lifted up his cloak, and hung it around his waist.
After hanging it he made a point to observe the scroll and found that his combat power hadn't changed as a result - it was still 3 points.
''It seems to be completely based on the actual situation to react.'' Nodding his head, he stood up. Started looking around the blacksmith store again.
It didn't take long for George to find two longbows, but the bow strings were no longer usable and could not be repaired with his own abilities. But those bows and arrows found near the bows, Alexander was able to use.
"It's still good." Although only these things, but George is feeling there is satisfaction. He threw the bundle of arrows to Alexander and said, "Save it, if the arrows are damaged, neither of us can beat iron."
The iron used for the arrows was not good, so basically it was going to break after one or two uses.
However, although Alexander's archery skills were average, his strength was very strong. His bow was a bit beyond the standard according to the heavy weight bow, but he pulled it up like a game. The zombie within 50 or 60 steps was shot, directly nailed to the ground! So although the iron of the arrow is not good, it does not affect the power of that arrow feather.
The only thing I regret is that this big guy's accuracy seems to be a bit poor, it is difficult to shoot the zombie's head. It can only be said that it is a little better than George who only hunts.
"Alas, it's a pity there's no armor or anything like that. But the tools are quite complete." George clapped his hands and looked out the door, noticing that the rain had almost stopped.
He looked to a few houses in the distance, those houses had just been cleared, and the fog dissipated out after lighting up those houses.
George thought about it and looked at the names of those houses, thinking in his mind to make those words darken down, and immediately after that, the shelter seemed to hear the call of his heart, and the names of those houses immediately dimmed down again. And the mists slowly swept back.
It was interesting to see the back and forth. It was as if he was a wicked witch.
'It can be controlled without a scroll, it seems that the shelter is able to hear the call of my heart.'
After testing it twice, George lost interest. He stood in the doorway of the smithy, looking at the wet ground outside, his heart could not help but think of the food, and could not help but secretly sigh a big sigh again.
When out of the tavern, he went to the cellar to see. It was all encased in large oak barrels of wine - and some cabbage that had completely rotted away.
Now the farmhouse is also basically searched out, no food at all. And just now, Alexander will all their food a meal almost finished. In addition to the pieces of black bread that George hastily hid for protection, only the last half of the black sausage left - has been found by the big fool, and secretly hidden in his pants.
If you can't find any food before dark. Not to mention the 67 monsters outside, or this little brother in front of him who thinks he can crush himself with one hand, may press him into the pot and give stew.
've been searching for more than an hour, the town was basically strolled all over. It can be said that apart from a few pieces of rags nothing was found.' George shook his head, but his face was no show, said: "The warm-up is over, let's go outside, and when you pass the mill, remind me to take a look."
The barn in the castle has become a ruin, he now can only hope with the territory of the south of the big mill.
It was called a big mill, but it was actually a big brewery. But the big warehouse inside the mill, there should be a lot of things in theory.
When walking outside the blacksmith store, George took a look at the furnace inside the shed next to it. Although lifting the tarpaulin did not see too much, but in the notes on the display, but said that can be used. Just next to the pile of those ore has been a bit discolored, I do not know how much iron can still be refined.
'There is also a pile of coal, but unfortunately we both can not open the furnace ah. Can open but also can not beat iron...'' shook his head, took a look at the scroll above the metal was added after the smithy was recovered, and stopped caring.
After bypassing a few small puddles, the large mill was faintly visible in the distance. After the rain, the road was very muddy, mud and water stained George's new boots and cloak.
The mill was the outermost building in the shelter, between the fields, far from the fort. When coming close, you can still see some wandering figures in the mist.