"What the hell?"
After hearing the dwarf's muffled explanation, Fang Mo was completely dumbfounded. "...Say that again?"
"Is that name hard to remember?"
The dwarf across from him frowned instinctively, but still patiently explained, "This two-handed greatsword is called Blood Corpse Must Die..."
"Wait!"
Fang Mo reacted almost immediately. "Your name is Orr?"
"You actually know me?" The dwarf seemed somewhat surprised, then slowly nodded. "That's right, my name is indeed Orr..."
"Well, damn."
Fang Mo could not help feeling surprised upon hearing this. "Why is that bastard Deadpool still setting traps..."
That was right. After confirming the other party's name, Fang Mo felt as though his dead memories were attacking him.
Blood Corpse Must Die, longsword, fine quality. When attacking blood corpses, it could dissolve them. If Fang Mo remembered correctly, this weapon had originally been an item from Thriller Paradise.
As for its creator...
It was none other than the legendary dwarven craftsman, Orr All-Dead...
Looking over his life, he truly deserved the word legendary, and nearly every story of his... ended with the birth of some weapon or piece of equipment.
Master Orr's life was not merely full of legends.
The same was true of his forging skills.
Take this Blood Corpse Must Die, for instance. It was only one of his early works, probably because some blood corpse had offended him before.
To put it simply, this legendary dwarven craftsman had his own Book of Hatred.
Later on, there were items like Robot Must Die and Tree Spirit Must Die, which talked trash. In short, whoever offended him would find him forging a race-destroying weapon afterward.
"Interesting..."
After figuring this out, Fang Mo thoughtfully rubbed his chin.
"So you're Mr. Orr, the legendary dwarven blacksmith."
Not long after, an unusually sincere smile appeared on Fang Mo's