The Great Thief of Online Games

Lu Li didn't just find a blacksmith shop in Darnassus to strengthen his equipment.

As a reborn person, if you still don't do anything constructive in this regard, then the gift God has inadvertently given you will be in vain.

Some would say why not go to Ironforge, where master blacksmiths are everywhere.

Please, the masters who have long been famous will not guide you to strengthen your equipment. Those drunken dwarfs will only point to the strengthening furnace and tell you, there it is, use it yourself, remember to figure out what you owe me. How much.

If you ask shamelessly how to achieve 100% success in strengthening.

That would be even worse. The dwarves will jump up and spray spittle into your face, because they feel that you have insulted the great God of Forging. How can such a thing be 100% successful except against the great God of Forging?

Mortals cannot steal God’s authority!

Therefore, Lu Li did not stay in Darnassus or Ironforge, but teleported to another place.

This is Loch Modan.

Loch Modan is always cold and gloomy. Sunlight rarely penetrates the fog, and the limited field of vision can only depict a world of tree branches swaying in the dim light. Continuous rainfall keeps the land green with lush flowers and grass.

Although the warm current from the eastern ocean keeps the lake from freezing, the biting cold fills every morning and night.

Although the weather was not suitable for sensitive humans and elves, it was perfect for the dwarves.

The most famous one here is Lake Loch Modan, and the region is named after the largest freshwater lake in the world in Azeroth.

The water is fertile, and the surrounding mountains are rich in timber and precious metal deposits. Dwarves and their allies mine, forge, fish and log here, gathering resources on a large scale.

The place where Lu Li teleported was a village called Selsama.

Thelsama is located on the southwestern shore of the lake, and the craftsmen here are famous for their excellent weapons and armor.

Eron Blunnose, the mayor of Thelsama, maintains the security and order of the village.

Friends from afar, welcome to the dwarf camp, the young dwarf with black hair and beard politely returned the greeting, welcoming Lu Li's arrival.

He just looks young, but his actual age is actually hundreds of years old.

It's an honor to settle in such a beautiful place. I'm a mercenary. How can I help? Lu Li did not directly explain his purpose. Although the dwarves are quite kind, they are not holy mothers, otherwise they would not be able to help. There will be a War of Three Hammers.

Well, it turns out he's a mercenary who wants to make some drinking money, Erron Blun nose said angrily.

Seeing the look of contempt on his face, Lu Li scratched his head in embarrassment: I pursue strong power and train myself through adventures. This road is full of hardships, but I have no regrets...

Pretending to be a show-off, Lu Li's impassioned speech easily moved Eron.

Everyone has longed for an adventurous life, to fight ogres, meet dragons, visit the territories of various races, and find endless power and treasures between prosperity and desolation.

Well, there are indeed some things that I need your help with, Erron tugged at his burnt beard and said, I originally planned to let you hunt wild beasts, but after hearing what you said, I always feel that Hunting wild beasts was a bit unchallenging, so I turned to more exciting sports... the very, very exciting kind. Ogre hunting, to be exact.

As you wish, sir, location, quantity... Lu Li showed the face of a cruel and cold-blooded mercenary.

We are worried about the Mogrosh Fortress in the northeast, but we don't have enough manpower to solve the problem. If you are willing to help, please deal with all the ogres you encounter there. Come back when you are done. Tell me and I will pay you a generous reward.

Lu Li had a headache from what he had done.

Unfortunately, he is not the NPC darling of Hachi-chan who is loved by everyone, so there is no way to continue questioning.

It would be completely unrealistic to clear out all the ogres in Loch Modan, unless he called all the people in the guild to keep up with the spawning speed of the monsters.

Fortunately, what he was afraid of was not that he didn't kill enough, but that if he killed too much, the subsequent missions would be interrupted, and then he would not be able to repay his kindness.

Half an hour later, he returned with two bunches of ogre heads.

The two bunches of heads were thrown to the ground. Erron squatted down and counted them, and said with dissatisfaction: Why are there only thirty-two? Young man, you are really lazy.

My people taught me to be brave but not reckless. Those ogres are united. I can only kill them secretly. After I drink some wine and sleep, I will continue to hunt them tomorrow, Lu Li He explained in a mocking manner.

This reason really alleviated Erron's dissatisfaction, and he called a dwarf villager to put the head away.

However, he refused to pay the reward: These ogres have nothing to do with the overall situation. If you can kill Drok'Thul, I will recognize your bravery. Drok'Thul is the one who attacked Thelsama Town, the Boulder Dam and The leader and organizer of the ogres in the excavation site, it will be a very unforgettable test for your adventure, if you are afraid, I will not despise your shrinking.

I really don’t know if this guy is innocent or good, or if he’s just stupid.

Lu Li wouldn't have been fooled by such a clumsy way of provoking a general when he was seven years old. Just to continue the mission, he did not hesitate to pretend to be provoked and accepted the mission readily.

Although Drok'Thul has a name, he is not a BOSS, not even a quasi-BOSS, he is just an ordinary elite.

The only difficulty is that in his ogre camp, players must get close to him to kill him.

This is not a problem, Lu Li said to himself, I am a thief, there is no place I can't go to, it is just an ogre camp, and there is no decent BOSS in charge.

It even took him less time to bring back an ogre head.

The ogre commander will spawn again at this time tomorrow, so killing him has no practical significance.

But the mayor of the town, Erron Blunnose, was very satisfied. He held the head and almost kissed it: What a nice little guy. Your bravery has earned my respect.

So, can my reward be cashed out? Lu Li asked.

This? Erron hesitated and showed an embarrassed expression: This is a disgraceful thing, but dwarves have no habit of lying, and there is no need to hide shame.

Even ferocious beasts have their naps, Lu Li agreed without sincerity.