The dragon just wants to stay at home, but the players are frantically upgrading their technology.

Withdrawing his gaze, Mog took off the Language Proficiency Stone and placed it on his person.

Immediately, Mog placed the bone staff in his hand on the empty stone platform beside him, and as he recalled the past, his emotions surged up again.

"The weapons we bought from humans during that battle are still in good working order, while their weapons are like this..."

As he spoke, Mog raised his knife, aimed it at the staff on the stone platform, and suddenly slashed down.

boom!

With a soft sound, the staff and the longsword collided, leaving a white mark on the staff.

Then, it bounced back.

Mog's hand went numb from the shock. He turned his head and looked at the long sword, which was still intact and gleaming with a cold light.

His staff was made from the leg bone of a second-tier magical beast.

Logically, with such intense combat, the weapon made of evil metal should have broken.

Perhaps I didn't try hard enough, or I didn't repeat the movements enough.

Years ago, those weapons would break after several attempts.

Mog guessed in his heart.

He doesn't think the players have solved the problem.

After all, humans abandoned the entire mine because of this problem!

"Like this!"

Mog tensed his right arm muscles, and as he spoke, he suddenly exerted force and slashed down with his knife.

boom!

The staff rolled, and the long sword touched the bricks, causing them to shatter and leaving a white gash.

The longsword that was bounced back remained intact, without even a chipped edge.

Feeling the gazes around him, Mog's face turned ugly. He gritted his teeth and activated the dragon blood within his body.

This evil metal weapon must be destroyed today!

Mog's right arm muscles suddenly swelled up with blood, becoming a full size larger than before.

Mog, confident in the strength of his staff, used all his strength, fearing it wasn't strong enough, and swung it wildly and continuously at the stone platform.

"Like this! Like this! Like this!"

Mog shouted as he chopped.

The sound of "bang bang bang" rang out continuously as the staff rolled on the stone platform.

The long sword fell, exploding into puffs of white mist.

"Hahaha!"

Some players couldn't hold back their laughter, so they ran out of the translation range, then ran a little further away, laughing loudly and complaining to the players around them.

Standing within the realm of linguistic proficiency, yet unable to escape the prevailing discourse of justice and war, the commander was struggling to suppress his laughter.

"Pfft..."

"Justice is the ultimate truth" immediately covered his mouth with his hand, his shoulders shaking violently, and his cheeks turning red.

The warrior commander on the side was in a similar situation.

The kobolds of the Rainbow Scale Clan covered their faces in embarrassment, unable to believe that this was their steady and mature priest.

"Haha~ Go quickly... haha, stop him, I can't hold it in any longer."

"Justice is in the Air" couldn't hold back any longer. He laughed and, in a low voice, nudged Zhan Shuai with his elbow.

"Like this! Like this!"

Mog was clearly out of control; his face was flushed, and he was hacking at his staff and the stone platform like a madman.

The longsword deflected and struck the stone platform, the resulting burst of brick and stone fragments even forming a cloud of mist in front of him.

"Teacher Mo! Please don't do this!"

"Teacher Mo! Please don't do this!"

Zhan Shuai could only suppress his laughter and step forward to try his best to stop Mog.

But Zhan Shuai was only a first-tier Dragonblood Warrior, how could he possibly stop the second-tier Mog?

Even though Mog's profession is a priest, which is considered a support profession, he is still a genuine second-tier.

Thus, the following conversation took place inside the blacksmith's shop.

"Teacher Mo! Please don't do this!"

"Like this! Like this!"

"Teacher Mo! Don't do this! Don't do this!"

"Like this! Like this! Like this!"

The two continued to pull at each other, causing the bricks and stones of the stone platform to fly wildly, and even a chip appeared in the bone staff.

The longsword showed no signs of breaking, only that the blade was slightly warped.

In the distance, the players were laughing so hard they were doubled over and couldn't straighten up.

"Hahaha! Holy crap! I really made the right choice coming here! This is fucking hilarious!"

"I'm dying of laughter! This priest looks so serious, but he has such a talent for abstract art. It's such a contrast."

"I have to record this! I've never seen anything so funny!"

The players' laughter continued unabated.

Although they were not within the linguistic range of the Stone of Knowledge, the dog-headed people of the Rainbow Scale Clan could still discern the emotions within.

They covered their faces, squatted on the ground, and couldn't bear to face it all.

Embarrassment made their mouths turn down and their expressions turn ugly.

But the scene before them was so funny that they couldn't help but smile.

The dog-headed people of the Rainbow Scale Clan had their mouths agape, fighting like madmen.

Amidst the laughter, a sorrowful voice rang out.

"Oh my god! My knife! It's ruined!"

The group of Qs, whose power hammers had stopped working at some point, excitedly ran to Mog's side.

He unleashed unprecedented power and snatched the longsword from Mog's hand.

"Waaaaah~ The blades are all dulled!"

Looking at the deformed longsword, the group of Qs wore mournful faces.

Immediately, a group of Qs angrily turned their heads to look at Zhan Shuai and the embarrassed Mog.

"Commander! Those NPCs you brought in! Don't they know we already solved the problem of pyrite weapons being too brittle?"

After saying that, the group of Qs left in dissatisfaction to repair their longswords.

Upon hearing this, Mog was struck as if by a heavy blow, his expression dazed, and he remained speechless.

Feeling the gazes and faint laughter around him, he felt extremely embarrassed and ashamed.

Mog even harbored a deep hatred for the War Master and the players.

If you know the answer, why don't you tell him?

But upon closer reflection, that hatred dissipated.

Zhan Shuai was about to say something, but he was forcibly interrupted.

It's my own fault that things turned out this way.

Taking a few deep breaths, Priest Mog picked up his staff, which now had a chipped edge, and a smile spread across his old face.

"Haha~ I didn't expect that you guys could even solve this difficult problem."

"It was my arrogance that made me look foolish. However..."

Mog took a few steps forward, allowing the area covered by the Language Stone to envelop the player.

Mog then looked around and smiled calmly and gently.

"If I can make everyone laugh, then my actions have some value and are not entirely meaningless."

Zhan Shuai wiped the sweat from his brow, looked up in surprise, and stared at Mog's retreating figure.

As expected of a priest, he has such a good attitude and such a thick skin!

If it were me, I'd probably have dug a hundred three-bedroom apartments out of my toes by now, and I'd be utterly ashamed.

Upon hearing this, many players gradually stopped mocking Mog and began to think more highly of him.

Call ~

Seeing that the measures had worked and that he hadn't completely lost face, Mog breathed a sigh of relief.