The moment he found the marks of history, Lu Yuan closed his eyes gently, and a blurry picture appeared in his mind.

snowstorm!

The terrifying snowstorm was the wildest roar of nature.

The sky was covered by heavy dark clouds, and the originally clear blue had long disappeared without a trace, replaced by a chaotic gray and white.

The cold wind roared like a sharp blade, sweeping over, wrapped in dense snow particles, slapped the earth frantically. This "snowflake tree" was shaking on the snow, and the branches scraped with the air, making a sharp sound.

Lu Yuan was addicted to this information, deeply trapped in it, and even felt the temperature coming from the air, and couldn't help but shivering: "It's so cold!"

The blizzard lasted for a long time, and the snowflake tree finally broke with a "crack" and life came to its end.

Lu Yuan bounced out of the illusion.

"This is the last moment of the big tree? Well..."

There is no way, the life of plants is still a little weak compared to animals.

The former "Farmer No. 1" valley locust, although it was the lowest Zerg, also had its own joys, anger, sorrows, and the information recorded in the end was quite rich.

But in the end, this big tree only had a little desire to survive.

"No, it's too difficult to generate a field for this monotonous blizzard." Lu Yuan frowned.

The master of craftsmen is not omnipotent. This artistic conception is completely different from the "spiritual plant field". No matter how superb his skills are, he is still very frustrated.

"Can you only have to go another way?"

Lu Yuan was not in a hurry, took a deep breath, and once again felt the "blizzard" that had happened.

The visibility almost dropped to zero, and there was only a blurry white vortex in front of me, as if the whole world was swallowed by this storm. The sound of the wind was like the roar of a wild beast, low and shocking, sometimes mixed with sharp hissings, which made people shudder.

In this violent world, life seems so small.

And even... no life can survive!

The animals in the snow had already hid in the corner of sheltering wind, curled up, trying to withstand this ruthless storm - without exception, they were all frozen to death.

In a small tree hole in this big tree, there are exactly a few squirrel-like creatures with thick fur, dependent on each other.

However, the temperature was too low. Under the blizzard that was rare in a thousand years, the squirrels shrank together, trembling and awe.

They died and turned into lifeless ice lumps.

Even this big tree fell down, and its torso was buried in snow.

In this chaos, time seems to have lost its meaning, leaving only the roar of wind and snow and the silence of the ice field, intertwining into a silent song of heaven and earth.

"It's really a disaster that people have destroyed... But there is a little room to use." Lu Yuan's consciousness bounced back to reality from the marks of history.

He stretched out his hand and dug it in the small tree hole for a long time. He found a strand of squirrel's hair, with a trace of gray in white and no luster - after a slight touch, it broke a lot.

These small animals are not even considered extraordinary lives.

But history is so magical, the fate of squirrels and the fate of big trees are closely linked.

"What should I do... The squirrel must have a stronger desire to survive, but only one hair is left. The big tree only has a little desire to survive and cannot form a field at all."

"Can you really only use the wine element to deliver an imperfect answer?" Lu Yuan was a little puzzled.

...

Most of the onlookers were not craftsmen. They waited patiently for a long time, and Lu Yuan did almost nothing and soon couldn't help but whisper.

"Mr. Lu, when will it start?"

"Be patient."

"Dingdong~ Friends who need drinks, please feel free to greet me." The service robot brought free Coke, Sprite, and mineral water.

Several screens even played the latest movies, which were considered to relieve boredom for everyone.

"You don't understand it now. This is called observing the fortune of the materials. It is a meticulous job." The Rat Worker was proud now. Anyway, Lu Yuan could definitely give the answer. With the guaranteed situation, everyone will not

Don't worry.

The rat craftsman is a stranger at all, and he must take the opportunity to establish his position as a senior brother.

"The materials also have fortune?" Sure enough, a craftsman took the bait and asked with his eyes wide open.

"Of course, dead objects have no fortune. The smelted metal materials are actually similar, but as long as they are biological materials, they have fortune!"

"Their seven emotions and six desires when they are alive will bring feedback to the changes in Pangu Continent."

"Distinguishing the quality of these fortunes is a great subject, which requires rich experience and life experience... and we naturally have developed a lot of corresponding skills."

"Site Industrialization" naturally cannot publish all the knowledge. Many details are the real foundation.

So these craftsmen looked at him with a gaze.

The Rat Worker raised his voice and became more and more proud: "I heard that there are top craftsmen who can't find any suitable materials, so they simply smelted their body and integrated all their fortunes and flesh."

"That rumor is very terrifying. This is how an ancient myth, the God-Swallowing God, was born."

A craftsman with fangs stood up: "I've been taught, how long does Grand Master Lu usually take to create an item?"

"Well, it's almost the same as a normal craftsman. The amount of time depends on whether the thinking is smooth."

"Just wait patiently!"

The dwarf craftsmen on the other side listened and began to discuss it solemnly.

"What the mouse said is mysterious, is it true or false."

The Dwarf Ingenious was silent for a moment: "This is a very high-end technology. With the help of historical fortunes, a slight effort will be achieved."

"But this requires a very big coincidence. Mr. Lu is also in trouble. Do you need more advanced materials?"

"Time is in a hurry, so we can only prepare for this..."

The Rat Man immediately refused: "This is a look down on people, don't underestimate the strength of the Grand Master of Myths!"

The dwarves were a little embarrassed: "I dare not...I dare not!"

When Lu Yuan heard their argument through the headphones, he was a little stunned for a while. Is it not good to have high-end materials? Why did he refuse it?

...

He turned off his headphones, glanced at the rat man with his eyes slanted, and felt a little angry: "Are you making things difficult for me, Lao Lu!"

The way back was blocked, so I could only be patient and think carefully.

Close your eyes again and feel the blizzard in history - the snow on the ice field was blown up by the strong wind, forming snow waves, the overwhelming avalanche rolled and rushing, as if to bury everything.

Only one big tree insisted on it in the avalanche, and the squirrel family in the tree hole had been frozen to death.

Such a scene is completely extinct!

"It's indeed challenging!" Lu Yuan gradually became excited.

He himself feels a sense of slackness.

"Simple things are boring" is his true thoughts deep down.

It’s not about arrogance or something. Every creation of a craftsman is precious. If the desire for creation is used on garbage, isn’t it a waste?

Only difficult challenges can he develop that strong passion!

Gradually, some interesting thoughts arose in his mind, and a lot of knowledge in his mind emerged like bubbles, one by one like vortexes.

This includes his companions' various fantasies in a month, "wine elements", and some insights from him when he created "Farmer 1".

He took out a forging tool from the package, a pair of gloves called "Dust of History", and the legendary level is specially used to feel the "historical fortune".

After putting on the gloves, I raised the piece of wood with historical marks with both hands and stroked the rough bark full of bumps. The mysterious historical marks were indeed clearer.

This wood is 6 meters tall in total, weighs 1 ton and has an amazing hardness. The large crack in the middle is where it cracks.

Its comprehensive quality is "general".

Lu Yuan greeted two dwarf inspectors and moved the wood to the machine tool: "Just choose it, help me."

These two strong dwarves were carrying the car "hum" and asked, "Did you already have a idea? Is the quality of this snow tree too low? It's just average."

"No, this quality is just right. I wonder where the little animals in this tree hole went?" Lu Yuan pointed to a small hole in the middle of the tree.

The dwarf inspector was helpless and spread his hands: "I don't know, we bought this wood from other civilizations, and we may have sold it many times in the middle. Who was the original owner was difficult to trace."

"Or change to a better one? There are many more snow trees like this."

Although these inspectors are also craftsmen, they are still at the level of judging by quality.

In their opinion, the rare level is stronger than the average level.

Lu Yuan sighed in his heart: "What a pity, the original owner of this tree didn't know the goods and threw out the squirrels' bodies."

"Otherwise, the corpse will be more useful than wood."

He replied: "No, this one is good. You can get me some minerals with stronger ice attributes, so don't be too good."

Lu Yuan turned his head again, picked a piece of wood with relatively strong life attributes, and began to carve a few squirrels who depended on each other.

His idea is very simple, to restore the story that happened in history: in the snowy weather, the squirrels hid in the tree holes and shivered, and the snowflake tree was struggling with the strong wind.
To be continued...