The fact that a considerable number of extraordinary beings were entering the dungeon was also a good thing for Dalun Li.
Although extraordinary beings were very strong, as long as there were many of them, there would always be some unlucky ones who died from various accidents on each floor.
Currently, two such unlucky souls had died in the oasis trap Dalun Li had arranged in the desert, providing him with two Small Pieces of Earth Vein Essence.
However, because of their great power, the extraordinary beings pushed forward very quickly once they grouped up.
But even if they were fast, it did not matter, as Dalun Li now had the entire Lava Stratum as a buffer zone.
With a masterpiece grade magical artifact absorbing Earth Vein Power, he did not need to worry about the speed of the adventurers in the short term.
The Cinderguard alone would be enough to stop them outside the Lava Stratum for a while.
He took out the two Small Pieces of Earth Vein Essence and used them to create two lesser magic grade magical artifacts.
Unfortunately, the effects were quite ordinary.
Dalun Li stuffed one bracelet into a treasure chest and dropped it into the Cinderguard boss room, while a hammer was tossed into the Lava Stratum for the purple-skinned blacksmith to use.
Afterward, Dalun Li inspected the monsters on each floor.
On the substitution magic tree floor, the plantborn monsters were diligently planting, and the substitution magic trees, with their roots soaked in the magic spring, looked much more vibrant.
In the Lava Stratum, the dwarf miners were diligently extracting ore in the mines.
The purple-skinned blacksmiths were continuously smelting the ore into ingots and combining them with various materials to forge weapons and equipment.
These weapons and equipment were sold through the monster merchant to the monsters and adventurers on the upper floors, such as the skeletal shamans.
They were currently the main consumers in the Well of Eternal Imprisonment.
The skeletal lizardmen and skeletal lizards created by the skeletal shamans all required equipment.
At the same time, the purple-skinned blacksmiths received new orders from the monster merchant.
These were orders from the Wyvern Leader and the lava skeletal shamans, specifically requesting custom-made wyvern armor.
Purple Hammer, as the first purple-skinned blacksmith created by Dalun Li, had also been granted a name by him.
This unparalleled honor naturally made him the leader of the purple-skinned blacksmith tribe.
At the same time, he was the most skilled among all the purple-skinned blacksmiths.
Now, for every five pieces of equipment he forged, there was a chance for one to be a piece of magic equipment.
He seemed to be the most gifted individual among the purple-skinned blacksmith tribe.
Purple Hammer believed his talent was a gift from his Lord.
He believed it was the name bestowed upon him by his Lord, which contained great power, that granted him his special talent.
Clang! Clang!
One arm tightly held the iron tongs, fixing the ore on the anvil.
The other three arms swung hammers, skillfully forging the ore.
His purple eyes could clearly see the changing shape of the ore as it was hammered.
His purple skin could accurately capture every tiny change in the surrounding temperature.
These were all abilities granted to him by the Lord.
The ore was soon forged into shape, and Purple Hammer skillfully quenched, polished, and then installed the hilt and crossguard of the longsword.
Everything fell into place.
This forging session was very successful, as the longsword contained a trace of magic, making it a piece of magic equipment with value and capabilities far exceeding ordinary gear.
Looking at the longsword before him, dissatisfaction welled up in Purple Hammer's eyes.
"Is this the limit of forging?"
Purple Hammer had received an honor that no other purple-skinned blacksmith had ever known.
For someone like himself, personally given a name by the Lord, was reaching this level enough?
No, this was a desecration of the supreme Lord of the Well of Eternal Imprisonment!
Having been given a name by the Lord, he should contribute more to his supreme master, and stopping here was an insult to the Lord.
To be given a name by the supreme Lord meant he had to be a genius, and he absolutely could not be the same as the rest of his kin!
Purple Hammer swung his arms in anger, tossing the forged longsword aside.
"The limit of forging absolutely should not be here."
"Since the Lord created our purple-skinned blacksmith tribe, it was definitely not just so we could forge mere magic equipment."
"We purple-skinned blacksmiths should contribute more to the Lord, only then will we be worthy of him."
On this day, Purple Hammer did something that no monster in the entire dungeon had ever done before.
Intelligent species are destined to be free.
On this day, he resigned from his position as the chief of the purple-skinned blacksmiths.
"Lord Purple Hammer, this is a desecration of the Lord! The Lord created us, so we should fulfill the forging tasks he assigned!"
"As someone personally given a name by the Lord, how can you resign from your position as chief and even try to leave this place!"
"This is a violation of the Lord's task and a betrayal of the Lord!"
"We absolutely will not allow it!"
The other purple-skinned blacksmiths could not be bothered with their respect for the name Purple Hammer at this moment, their purple faces turning a deep reddish-purple as they angrily waved their four arms.
"Content with the status quo and not striving for more, you are the ones desecrating the Lord!"
"The purple-skinned blacksmith tribe is a tribe that forges for the Lord, and only forging lesser magic items is the true desecration!"
"If we do not work hard and find ways to contribute more to the Lord..."
"Do we expect the great Lord to waste his divine power on our behalf!"
Purple Hammer clenched his four fists and slammed them heavily onto the table, causing the surroundings to fall silent instantly.
"From today on, I am resigning as chief."
"The next chief will be selected from among you, and I am going to find the power that can break our limits and strengthen our tribe's forging techniques."
Watching Purple Hammer rise, the rest of his kin fell silent.
So, that was Lord Purple Hammer's intention.
"Lord Purple Hammer, where are you going, and how will you pursue the forging power to break the limits?"
The one who spoke was Purple Anvil, the most talented in forging after Purple Hammer.
"Red Stone mentioned it last time," Purple Hammer said.
Red Stone, whose full name was Red Stone Mane, was of the monster merchant race.
Although they were on the eleventh floor, they could still learn information about the upper floors through the monster merchants who came here to purchase goods.
"The adventurers are currently searching for the Forbidden Fire that the Lord has sealed within the Well of Eternal Imprisonment."
"If we obtain the Forbidden Fire sealed by the Lord, we might be able to break the limits of smelting by relying on its flame power."
The Forbidden Fire.
All the purple-skinned blacksmiths were shocked and began to whisper among themselves.
"The Lord did not bestow the Forbidden Fire upon our tribe, but rather imprisoned and sealed it."
"Perhaps the Forbidden Fire does not possess the power for smelting."
"Besides, how can we seek what the Lord has not granted us?"
Purple Hammer shook his head.
"The Forbidden Fire Blessing can grant the power of fire to the blessed."
"The Forbidden Fire must possess the power of smelting."
"Furthermore, I will go find the masters. If they grant me permission, I will pursue the Forbidden Fire."
"If they refuse, I will return here and take my own life to atone for my sins."
Purple Hammer had already made up his mind, carrying the name bestowed by his Lord and this supreme honor.
If he remained obscure and failed to become exceptional, he would only bring shame to the Lord and become a stain on his master's reputation.
In that case, it would be better to simply die.
"My Lord..." The purple-skinned blacksmiths could not help but stroke the edge of the table with their four arms.
"Is it those two masters?"
At those words, the movements of all the purple-skinned blacksmiths became respectful.
"It is indeed Master Tongmu the Guardian and Master Zeno the Guardian."
"If I receive permission from either of them, it will mean that the Lord's will has allowed my lowly presumption."
Purple Hammer did not believe he was worthy of meeting the Lord himself to seek his opinion.
In the entire dungeon, besides the two guardians, who else was qualified to gaze upon the Lord's greatness?
Therefore, he could only go to see the guardians to seek their approval.
"...Lord Purple Hammer, it was my offense to question your loyalty to the Lord."
Purple Hammer was neither angry nor proud, simply nodding.
"Red Stone once had the honor of seeing that lord's silhouette on the ninth floor. I will go to the upper floors to find him."
"The duties of the purple-skinned blacksmith tribe are now in your hands."
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