I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

Miss Elf thought she might be going crazy...

Although she's not a particularly powerful elf, she's still at least level 20!

In such a small place, you might not be invincible, but you could certainly be considered domineering.

But then, out of nowhere, they encountered a group of goblins who, after eating something, suddenly transformed into incredibly strong monsters, fearless of death.

Then, out of nowhere, a strange, white-headed, black-bodied skeleton appeared.

It ground its bones with a crackling sound while using its spine to fling other goblins around.

And now...

The elf watched as the creature ate countless fruits.

The goblin, whose body gradually grew taller and stronger with the tremors of the ground and the constant thuds, was simply numb.

Given my current state, facing this thing isn't a question of whether I'll live or die, but rather how many pieces I'll be torn into.

So it actually felt easier.

Surprisingly, I felt no fear or tension at that moment.

She always had a strange feeling.

There's a chance something even stranger might appear later.

However, it actually happened.

She suddenly saw a stone golem over 5 meters tall carrying a pot smashing trees and goblins that were about to complete their evolution into a puddle of liquid.

The blood, stained with sawdust, splattered onto her face.

The elf first paused, wiping the blood off her face, her lips slightly parted, her expression gradually contorting.

He couldn't hold his breath any longer, and after exhaling a deep breath through his nose, he burst out laughing.

He laughed out of anger.

Murphy, who had just rushed over, looked at the area stained red and fell into deep thought.

It just felt like it bumped into something that would burst.

Is it that tree?

Does the tree have that much sap?

"Mr. Murphy, why don't you put him down?" Goblu suggested.

Murphy quickly realized what was happening and put the pot down.

Then my gaze fell upon the skeletons over there, who were still slaughtering the other goblins while they were in disarray.

It walked straight over and used its large hand, which was about the same size as the goblin.

He grabbed a goblin that was about to continue attacking humans.

The goblin had no chance to struggle and was crushed to death in its grasp.

Then I put it in my mouth.

It did the same thing again, quickly devouring the remaining Primitive Goblins like snacks.

Murphy: (O~O)

As it chewed, it asked:

"How's the new body?"

The skeleton answered very succinctly:

"Awesome!"

"Did those goblins turn into this because they ate the fruit you promised to take me to see?"

Murphy nodded, pointed to the remains of the goblin corpses on the ground, and continued speaking, then asked a question.

"Yes, but the fruit they eat is smaller," the skeleton replied.

After Murphy surveyed the area and confirmed that the situation had stabilized, he asked the skeleton...

"Can you take me there now?"

The skeleton naturally wouldn't refuse, but pointed to the pot and added a word.

"Of course... but are you sure you don't want to help carry that pot back? I don't think those goblins can carry it that far."

Murphy thought for a moment, then walked over to Goblu, who was dealing with the situation at the scene.

"How about I take you back first?"

Goblin's mouth twitched, his gaze subtly sweeping over the many goblins still trembling in the knees. He sighed and politely declined.

"No need, you can just take the pot back for me..."

It really didn't want to experience that high-speed frenzy again.

Murphy didn't say much, but simply lifted the cauldron again and drove away with the skeleton in its lap.

Only the goblins and humans remained.

The elf's mind went completely blank upon seeing this scene.

All that remained was Murphy chewing away and his back as he frantically ran around with a large pot.

What is this thing?

After a long pause, she said something to the coachman beside her in a daze.

"No, while trading with goblins is already quite free, isn't this whole stone golem a bit too free?"

The coachman quickly shook his head.

"I don't know either. I know even less than you. How would I know what a stone golem is?"

After confirming that there was no danger nearby, Goblu walked over to the elf.

He asked in somewhat broken human language.

"Hello, I am the clan chief. You can call me Gobru."

"I am Sylph, their guard, nice to meet you."

The elf Sylph was momentarily surprised to see Goblin speaking human language.

Having just gone through that ordeal, she was now quite calm and quickly came to her senses.

"I'm the one leading this deal, Lynn. I've heard of Mr. Goblu, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

After briefly treating his injuries, the stableman named Lynn immediately stood up, extended his hand to Goblu, and quickly got into the mood to discuss business.

Although he had heard from the village chief before he came that this Mr. Gobru knew some human language, he did not expect him to use it so fluently.

They also unconsciously increased their level of attention to it.

"That stone man is yours..."

After giving a brief self-introduction, he immediately pointed in the direction Murphy had left and asked Goblin a question.

Just look at how that stone goblin crushed a red goblin who had almost killed them with a single slap; its strength is already beyond estimation.

If that stone man really is related to the village where Goblu is located.

That would cause some changes in their transactions.

When Goblin saw Lynn bring up Murphy, he knew his chance had come, and quickly pretended to be casual as he spoke.

"That's Mr. Murphy, a well-known craftsman in the area."

"A stone craftsman?" Lynn frowned, a question rising in his mind.

Is this stone craftsman a bit...? But she just remembered everything that had happened before.

Compared to those things, even the stonemasonry seems like a small matter.

Moreover, if that stone figure really was a craftsman, judging from its strength just now, its skills might not be bad at all...

Moreover, with such an amazing size and strength, it might actually be of great help!

Their village is located in the plains of the middle reaches of the river. During the flood season, the area is prone to flooding. Although it is not exactly a massacre, it is certainly a time of great suffering for the people.

The flood season is relatively short, so they only need to avoid planting food crops during that time and move to higher ground to live.

The grain reserves obtained from the fertile land during the non-flood season should be enough to get through this period.

But this year... the cold wave was not only large in scale, but also lasted a long time.

When the permafrost thaws and the cold snap recedes.

Their already limited time for growing crops will be reduced by several more months.

Therefore, they had to plant more food before the cold wave arrived to prepare for the long period of wasteland ahead.

Therefore, they spent a lot of money to design a water conservancy facility to help with flood diversion and water management.

However, some of the key mechanical parts are extremely difficult to manufacture, not only because they are huge, but also because they are extremely precise.

They asked around internally, and no one could take on such a heavy responsibility. They also asked around externally, and the result was the same.

If this stonemason named Murphy could really do it...

"Mr. Gobru, this craftsmanship is different from fighting. It's not that I don't trust you, but this matter is far too crucial for us, and we dare not be careless..."

He said it somewhat hesitantly.

"Just how skilled is Mr. Murphy's craftsmanship? Could I see his creations?"

Without hesitation or offering any words of praise, Gobru directly proposed...

"I understand the principle that words are not enough, and showing you things directly doesn't necessarily increase their credibility. For such an important matter, it's best to be cautious."

It paused slightly after it finished speaking.

"How about it, Mr. Murphy, you're currently building something here, why don't you stay and take a look?"

After thinking for a moment, Lynn nodded in agreement.

……

Meanwhile, after Murphy placed the pot on the village wall, he followed the skeleton around and around until they reached a narrow cave entrance.

The skeleton pointed to the cave entrance and said to Murphy.

"Go in from here and turn two corners, and you'll reach that grove of trees."

The creatures in that forest devour flesh and blood, but they pose no threat to the two of us.

After it finished speaking, as if to prove the credibility of its words, it went inside first.

Murphy nodded, his body shrinking to the size of the opening, and followed him inside.

Once inside, however, the entrance was found to be very smooth and clean, clearly indicating that it had been artificially constructed.

"Was this carved by a goblin?"

Murphy asked in confusion

"I don't know about that. My mass grave is on the other side of this mountain. I was just idly standing there when I saw a goblin crawl in."

After the skeleton finished explaining, it didn't say anything more.

Soon, the two passed through the cave and came outside.

However, the place they arrived at did not give them any sense of sudden enlightenment.

The dense forest rises high, and looking up from below, it seems to stretch endlessly.

The sunlight was completely blocked by the overlapping leaves.

Only a few drops hit the stone wall and reflected back, slightly preventing the area from being completely dark.

The trees and leaves were all dark red, and you could even see red liquid flowing on the veins and bark.

You can also faintly hear the mournful cries of some unknown animal.

A chilling and eerie feeling washes over you, enough to send shivers down your spine.

But neither Murphy nor the skeleton had a scalp, so naturally they wouldn't feel any fear.

Murphy scanned the area but found no fruit on the trees.

"No fruit."

The skeleton pointed to the ground where trees grew.

"Have you noticed that the ground here is a darker color than the rest of the area?"

Murphy looked over and found that the color was indeed darker, and that the color was constantly changing.

The skeleton continued its explanation only after Murphy had finished reading.

"Those black things are the roots of this tree. As long as a creature with flesh and blood steps on them, those roots will immediately rise up."

The creature was bound firmly to the ground, and its flesh and blood were completely devoured and converted into nutrients before fruit could be produced.

However, just as the skeleton finished speaking, a voice suddenly interrupted it.

"Although it may seem that way on the surface, it is actually wrong in essence."

Skeleton and Murphy turned around abruptly and saw an old man standing behind them, wearing a wooden medal with the insignia of a druid on his chest.

It was indeed Sri.