Such technique!
Everyone was shocked by the mining technique they were witnessing.
Even the purple-skinned blacksmith hadn't expected that Caiman, who had only just entered the mine to begin digging, would have realized such a technique.
Holding a pickaxe in each hand, he was perfectly splitting his focus.
It could already be called an imperial-grade mining technique!
Unbelievable, simply unbelievable.
In this mere mine, two geniuses of mining had actually been born.
Was it a blessing for the mine, or a curse?
At this moment, the purple-skinned blacksmith acting as the overseer understood clearly that this small mine could no longer contain these two mining prodigies.
Perhaps they should go to a wider world and make a name for themselves in the great mining fields.
But for now...
“Everyone, put your backs into it! No slacking off!”
The other shocked miners also snapped back to their senses. They didn't dare watch the two mining geniuses compete any longer, so they circulated their power and began digging on their own.
Among them, the most efficient class for mining was naturally the swordsman.
By applying sharp Sword Qi to the head of the pickaxe, they could penetrate even the hardest mineral veins and knock off ore.
Heavy warriors, on the other hand, used a larger, more specialized type of pickaxe.
The pickaxe head was heavy, but it could release powerful vibrations upon impact.
These vibrations were more than the bodies of other classes could withstand.
Therefore, only heavy warriors could swing these heavy pickaxes.
As for mages, their fragile physical strength naturally meant they had no way to mine directly.
However, no one in the Well of Eternal Imprisonment was allowed to idle.
Even if it were a single blade of grass, Dalun Li would find a way to split it in two and cook two separate dishes.
How could these lovely adventurers who entered the mine possibly allow the mages among them to rest?
The mages now stood behind the front line of mining, responsible for using magic to locate the already mined ore.
At the same time, they used magic to maintain the water supply and lighting, as well as to settle the dust raised during mining. They also used wind magic to pump fresh air into the depths of the mine, keeping the air fresh.
During the mining process, Manfred quickly figured out an efficient method.
He had Kevin, the heavy warrior, at the very front using the heavy pickaxe for rough digging.
This meant breaking the structure of the mineral vein, and then Manfred followed closely behind to perform the fine digging.
He would knock down the ore that already had a loosened structure.
Meanwhile, Rhine was in the back, responsible for loading the ore, as well as dust removal and maintaining the air supply.
By rotating their roles, their efficiency was immediately boosted.
The purple-skinned blacksmith, acting as the overseer, nodded.
To be able to figure out the most efficient mining model under the mine shaft so quickly, they were truly promising youths.
However, Manfred's heart was not so calm.
Five tons of refined fire-resistant iron ore and ten tons of fire-resistant iron ore.
He had originally thought it wouldn't be difficult, but now it seemed it would take quite some time.
And Caiman was still glaring with predatory intent from the side.
What should be done next?
While one side was full of worry, the other harbored ill intentions.
This small mine had become like an invisible battlefield.
However, they didn't have to wait long before a chance to break the deadlock arrived.
The sound of footsteps from another group echoed from the back of the mine.
More people coming to mine? Who was it?
A purple-skinned blacksmith led a group into the mine shaft. These people were clad in fireproof armor, their appearances handsome and beautiful, with long and elegant ears.
The only thing that didn't match their refined air was the iron pickaxe each of them held.
Elves!
The newcomers were Eomer, Nephalian, and their group of elves!
Eomer's gaze swept over Manfred. He actually had a good impression of this human swordsman.
But then he noticed Caiman, and the elves all felt a surge of unexpected joy.
Caiman Grey of the Grey family!
“We wore out our iron shoes searching for you, only to find you here without any effort. Truly, the World Tree has blessed us!”
Eomer did not hesitate to raise his oak staff, pointing it at Caiman from a distance as if he were going to take him down on the spot.
Caiman immediately took a defensive stance, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
“Stop! No fighting is allowed in the mine!”
the purple-skinned blacksmith quickly intervened to stop the conflict.
These were all good miners. It didn't matter if they died outside, but before they died, they had better mine their full quota of ore.
Ideally, they would keep mining until they dropped dead inside.
This way, he could squeeze out every last drop of their surplus value, and they would become part of the Well of Eternal Imprisonment without him even having to lift a finger to kill them.
Hindered by the presence of the purple-skinned blacksmith, Eomer lowered his staff and snorted coldly.
“Hmph, consider yourself lucky, Caiman. I'll be waiting for you outside. I don't believe you can stay in this mine forever.”
Fortune's wheel turns, and heaven spares no one.
Caiman's face was grim as he looked at the group of elves before him.
He had seen with his own eyes how strong these elves were. In the labyrinth, these elves had taken advantage of the knight order being scattered to kill many of its members, causing his strength to be greatly reduced.
Now, in the Lava Stratum, his power was weakened, and he had fallen completely into a passive position.
Relying on his current group alone, they were absolutely no match for these elves.
The strength of an elf of the same rank was higher than that of a human of the same rank.
This was due to the gap in racial strength, the gap in lifespan, and the gap in experience.
“Eomer, by offending the Grey family like this, do you intend to stay in the Well of Eternal Imprisonment forever?”
“Once you leave the Well of Eternal Imprisonment, there won't be a place for you in the entire Northern Territory!”
Caiman threatened Eomer.
Holding his iron pickaxe, Eomer didn't bother trying to mine the refined fire-resistant iron ore. Instead, he began digging for fire-resistant iron ore.
He could leave the refined fire-resistant iron ore to the elven swordsmen and heavy warriors in his team.
“Lord Knight Commander, you should speak fewer threats.”
“Once the Forbidden Fire falls into my hands, I might even set a fire in your Grey family's home.”
“I hope you can still talk so tough then.”
At this moment, three factions were digging in the mine, each with their own hidden agendas.
However, Eomer greeted Manfred familiarly.
After all, they were comrades who had fought together against the Grey family, and they had a mutual respect for one another.
Meanwhile, Caiman's expression grew darker and darker, and his mind began to weigh options for escape.
If he had known this would happen, he should have ignored the purple-skinned blacksmith and killed Manfred as soon as he saw him.
Caiman began to feel regret, and even the pair of iron pickaxes in his hands became sluggish.
After a while, another set of footsteps sounded.
This time, all three factions were somewhat expectant, wondering which master would appear next.
A group of five people appeared. It was none other than the Red Rose team, who had already reached the twelfth floor!
Carrying a pickaxe and in a good mood, Serafina was also stunned upon reaching the bottom of the mine.
There were actually so many colleagues here, and even elves!
She had never seen them before, only in books. This was the first time she was seeing a live one!
Serafina's mood was naturally light.
She didn't have any particular conflict with the other three parties. During the battle with the Desert Sword Attendant in the desert, the Red Rose team had completely concealed their identities and wore masks.
It was a perfect disguise!
No, they hadn't participated in that battle in the desert against the Desert Sword Attendant at all!
However, Serafina was no fool; she could naturally tell that the atmosphere here was a bit off.
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