Brown Beard is willing to swear in the na of Lord Demon God that he's never seen such an exaggerated machine in his life.
The iron beast roars deafeningly and, in less than half an hour, hauls dozens of coal-filled carriage trucks from the depths of the mine to the surface.
The only downside is that the dust is choking; by the ti he erged from the mine, he had turned into a piece of coal.
Moreover, perhaps inhaling too much coal dust, he fainted several tis midway, his head aching as if he were hungover.
Of course, these downsides are not considered drawbacks for the undead, as they don't need to breathe—rely skeleton fras.
He jumped down from behind the iron beast's head and stared at it in amazent, circling it a few tis, and tapping it with speechless chatter.
"This... it's actually a steam engine! But why does it have wheels?! Unbelievable, you have brought ships onto land! How, how did you do it?"
The surrounding players were also baffled by his words, exchanged puzzled looks, and comnted.
"What ship, it's called a train!"
"Exactly! Making a fuss over nothing."
Having seen their share of smart NPCs, they found themselves quite unaccustod to encountering a not-so-smart one.
At this mont, the leader of the skeleton soldiers walked over.
It was a noticeably larger skeleton, evident by the Netherworld Energy wrapped around its fra, possessing at least Black Iron Level strength.
Brown Beard watched him nervously, and the skeleton soldier also scrutinized him for a few monts before speaking.
"How did a dwarf get here? When can you switch to being a dwarf?"
"Switch?" Brown Beard was stunned, not understanding.
Before he could figure it out, the nearby skeleton soldier continued talking rapidly.
"Not switch, this guy's an NPC; sohow ended up wandering here."
He who fears the dead thinks: "NPC?! Wow, he actually made it out alive from this cave, truly resilient."
What is an NPC?
Brown Beard was puzzled, he could understand every syllable from the crystals on these undead's chests, but couldn't grasp their aning when strung together.
It felt like he had traveled to another world.
At that mont, the annoying spider that had tossed him into the mine crawled over slowly, gazing at him with a malicious smile.
"... Here is the surface, not far is Beifeng City, congratulations, ssenger from Catastrophe Castle, you've safely arrived."
Seeing Lord Demon King's steed appear here, the nearby players also ca to their senses, realizing it's triggered a storyline.
Upon this realization, their eyes on the Hell Dwarf instantly changed, and in the Soul Fire shone a flash of enthusiasm—although that eerie green enthusiasm only felt chilling to others.
Brown Beard couldn't help but step back half a step, speaking nervously.
"What do you want? I'm a ssenger from Catastrophe Castle... a friend of your Lord Demon King!"
A single Earth Cave Spider wasn't enough to scare him, as Hell Dwarves from Shattered Rock Peak use them for their snacks, but these undead who speak in human tongue were different, from head to toe they were filled with inexplicable oddities, making it hard not to be anxious.
However, these few undead were blissfully unaware of how intimidating they were, especially among them, the Black Iron Level guy warmly approached.
"Ah, Catastrophe Castle, right, I know that place! Haha, don't be nervous, a friend of Lord Demon King is a friend of ours!"
The other skeletons were similar, enthusiastically crowding around his pale-faced self, emitting creaky noises around him.
"What's your na? How old are you? What level?"
"Are there many monsters at Catastrophe Castle? How's the drop rate?"
"Since you're a ssenger, you're surely here to seek aid, right?"
"Worry not! The Great Graveyard shall never abandon its friends, your matters are ours!"
"Exactly! What's the task?! Just tell us directly!"
They weren't genuinely hospitable, mainly wanting to see if they could trick any intelligence regarding new versions or new maps.
Brown Beard was confused by their pestering, couldn't understand what they were saying, but obliged to speak out his purpose.
"We need food, mushrooms in the cave aren't enough... Of course, we won't let you be busy for nothing, we can trade goblins or ratn slaves with you, or anything else you might need."
"Goblins and ratn slaves?"
A few skeleton soldiers were montarily taken aback, exchanged glances, and scratch their heads.
"We have no use for those things."
"Exactly."
"Cleaning up the ratn here took quite so effort, another wave would be greatly troubling."
Hearing the undead whispering, Brown Beard hurriedly spoke.
"That's because you don't know how to manage those guys! We could teach you! Using ratn for mining is definitely better than mining yourselves!"
Though perhaps not.
There was one thing he didn't ntion, which was that ratn frequently rebel, and goblins seize any chance to slack off, warriors and lords at Catastrophe Castle spend their busiest hours aside from drinking by beating rebellious ratn or whipping goblins.
Suddenly, he thought using undead for mining seed quite convenient too, especially since they weren't afraid of water flooding or the "deathly air" in caves.
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