"Are you thinking I'm trying to show that I don't want to be involved in the devil's business?" said Feige at the artisan camp, driving away a tent of blacksmiths and swordsmiths, occupying and reclining on the flue of the stove, squinting at Kazmuk. "If you don't want to be involved in the devil's business, how can you come to this place to build devices?"

"Because I am in debt, and I have a debt to pay. Kazmuk unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his chest. He wiped it with his hand, and a line of Purgatory-language slave bondage runes appeared. "I still have twelve years to work, so all I care about is the work, which is to get the artisan camp up and running, to build the right siege machine parts, and to assemble them. ”

Feiqi reached out and touched the line of Infernal runes, his fingers emitting an inferno aura, and more detailed runes appeared. "Oh, it's a soul contract made by a contract demon, but I only see the work you need to undertake. What did you sell yourself for?"

"I've forgotten. Kazmuk shook his head: "That was a hundred and forty years ago, and my memory is not that long. Maybe I'll look into it when I'm free, or maybe I won't...... I haven't made up my mind yet. ”

"The next time you encounter something like this, remember to at least raise your weapon, even if it is strong and powerful. ”

"My lord, with all due respect, I won't do anything next time I encounter something like this. The fire dwarf shook his head slowly, and said, "The superior of the wishbone is a deep hell purgatory demon named Kuldan, if it comes to pursue the death of its subordinates, I don't think you are an opponent." ”

Isn't that the hellish purgatory who sent Feidan to the camp? This is so weird, why did Kurdan's men have trouble with him? And why did Kurdan never raise the wishbone to be the head of the camp? Feidan couldn't figure it out, the best guess was that Kurdan understood the temper of the wishbone and wanted to use his own hands to get rid of this subordinate, or he wanted to use his subordinates to test his character. He shook his head and said to Kazmuk, "Then you can raise your weapon and follow behind the Hellpurifier, stupid......! It doesn't matter if you're stupid or stupid, at least you can do your job well, right?

"There are three products in the camp: trebuchets, trebuchets and mobile arrow towers, and the artisan camp is busy with all three things. We also forge incendiary and viscous bombs, and sometimes spears, machetes, and other weapons. We don't do the armor, it takes too much time to tailor it, and our work pressure has always been very high. ”

"I looked at the trebuchet on the edge of the cliff, how far can that thing hit?"

"Five thousand meters of range. This is already the limit of a steel trebuchet. ”

Feige barely squirted a mouthful of water. There are also trebuchets in the Yongli Continent that use the principle of gravity and force arms, but they only have a range of 100 meters. The giant trebuchet on the walls of the Holy Three Castle, which can fly up to two thousand meters with the help of the terrain drop, is already a very "shocking weapon". The devil trebuchet on the edge of the cliff outside is about the same size as that of the Holy Three Castle, but the height difference is far inferior, and it can actually have a range of five thousand meters?

"How?"

"Well, do you want the blueprints for trebuchets? I usually carry them with me. The fire dwarf untied a red leather pouch from his belt, and when he untied the tightly bound red rope, there were two palm-sized pieces of leather inside, densely written with small characters and diagrams.

"Stay, I'm going to take a closer look. Are there any other dungeons in the camp? Oh, if there is. Feige directly asked the fire dwarf to leave the skin and everything, and then asked him to prepare some materials from the warehouse and find him an undisturbed tent, he wanted to see the designs for himself and find out about the camp as soon as possible.

Leaders are generally divided into several types: good leadership, hard work leadership, general leadership, blind command leadership, and bad leadership. At least Feige wasn't directing blindly. What happens when the camp leaves itself? Not really. Devils are creatures of order, and all their activities have already been regulated, as long as they continue to be maintained. At least for the last three hundred years, this rule has been fine, and it hasn't shown signs of going wrong lately, so why would Feige change it?

This is not Minas Ihir, he is not responsible for the devils here.

The tent of the previous director of the siege weapons camp has been preserved, and now it naturally belongs to Feiqi. In order to prevent accidents, Feige asked people to clean out all the original contents and find a separate warehouse to store them, and only tables and chairs were enough in the new tent for the time being. However, during this cleanup, he was surprised to discover a downward metal secret door under the original supervisor's seat, leading to the interior of the mountain. Despite his curiosity, Feige didn't bother to look at it for the time being, but told Kazmuk to bring over the camp's recent inventory and production documents, and then locked himself in his tent without anyone to disturb him.

It's summoning time.

In less than a day, Feige's identity in Hell has changed dramatically, and he has begun to master and manage a siege equipment camp. And when he returned to the mortal world, he also filled his own pocket from the inventory in the camp and collected all the spell materials he had been looking for. He had inquired about these things in Minas Ihir and the Holy Three Castles, and no one knew about them at all. And on the devil's territory, it is not precious at all, and it has little value.

"Compared to hell, we're really backward here!" Feige took out all the bits and pieces in his arms, happy as a devil who stole a landmine. Well, the metaphor is a little too good, and maybe a little unlucky.

"What's it like in hell?" asked Shani as she helped Feige sort things out.

"A place where the order of the strong ruling over the weak is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, a huge battlefield. If you can climb to the top in hell, life is not bad there. If it is at the bottom, life and dignity are not their own, and it is also very miserable. But I walked around the bazaar of hell, where there is a lot of stuff from all worlds, and we really can't compare to that. ”

"Sounds okay. "In many places, ordinary people can't eat enough, they can't be cured when they're sick, and the life and dignity of knights don't belong to them. That is, in Minas Ihir, potatoes grown in abundance fill the stomach at least, and the exemplary territory of the Cardinal has more doctors than elsewhere. ”

"But I still don't think it's good enough. To put it mildly, if you can't even compare to hell, then what's good in the world?" Fei Qimo put his veil on Shani's head and said: "In fact, everything is false, only development is true, and only continuous progress is the only truth." We'll be able to make some progress here: I'll make a talisman that suppresses paralysis as soon as possible. ”

"Don't you need to take a break? You've just come back from hell. ”

"No, I don't think so. Feiqi said: "I use the body of the demon now, the breath of hell can have a recovery effect for me, and my white winged demon clone has been revived, and it should not be long before it can be used." The devils don't need sleep, at least not in hell, they work day and night. I've always felt sleepy in the mortal world, but not in hell, and I'm rested. ”

Feige really put all his energy into his work, dealing with the affairs of the territory and the school, and at the same time having the energy to make talismans. Xia Ni looked at Feiqi silently, a little worried in her heart, would this inhuman continuous work state do any damage to Feiqi, would he unconsciously like hell more than mortal?

So, at the end of the six-hour mortal world, when Feige was about to return to Hell, Xia Ni took out the "psychological test Q&A". "Sorry to worry you. Fei Qi said embarrassedly: "Don't be nervous, I'll answer the question." ”

So Feige sat down cross-legged on the ground, and then the firelight next to him began to answer the psychoanalysis question he had prepared. Beside him, flames burned in the iron basin, flickering light flickering in his eyes. He began to sweat, definitely not because of the heat—the demons are not afraid of mortal fires—but because of the cold. He found that his first reaction on many topics was different from before, how could this not make him break out in a cold sweat.

The questions were all written by himself, and of course Feige knew the questions and answers well, but the point of the test was to look at the first reaction in his head. For the same question, there are different answers, some may be because they have improved in knowledge, experience, and insight, and some may be due to the subtle influence and degenerate. Feige finds himself with new perspectives on issues that, objectively speaking, have become somewhat extreme, somewhat cruel, and some closer to hell.

So instead of going back to hell immediately after completing this answer, he asked Shani to take out the "last ray of hope" and pray quietly to it. Meditation and meditation calm him down, and reflection brings him back to his heart. His eyes stared at the light in the crystal bottle, and the presence of hope reminded him to look in a good direction when things happened, and faith was the power to transform people more than punishment.

Feige made his way to Hell more than an hour later than scheduled, but he thought the time was definitely worth it.

Looking at the spells laid out before leaving, no one came in to disturb during this time, which is at least good news. Undo the protective spell, push open the curtain of the tent, and the dry hot air of hell greets you, and a different atmosphere permeates it. "Did anything happen?" Feige asked the little devil beside him, who and twelve other little devils worked as Feige's heralds, but as soon as they saw an opportunity, they would immediately try to go to the mortal world to lure souls into depravity.

"The demon has appeared, using teleportation to reach the front line for reconnaissance, and it seems that the battle will soon begin. A little devil rubbed his hands and said, "My lord, the results of our catapult camp last time were very good, and this time we may be attacked by demons." Please protect us!"

"Protecting you? hehe. Feige was noncommittal, and then became more and more proficient in changing the subject: "You mentioned the results. Who is responsible for counting the results on the battlefield, and what is the use of these results?"

"My lord, you didn't even know this, and you came to the front line?" A little devil had just finished spitting out when he was fanned out by Feiqi's wings. The rest of the little devils hurriedly scrambled and said, "Usually the demons are responsible for counting the results, and they will fly around like flies, recording the hits of the trebuchet. There are also demons who want to attack the camp but are killed, which are also counted in the results. These results are converted into soul larvae and gold, which are used to maintain the camp. The devils get the soul larvae, and the craftsmen of other worlds get gold. ”

"What is the current state of income and expenditure, and what will happen to the camp if there is no result at all?"

"My lord, the first problem is the difficulty of the strong, only the previous governor knows the income and expenditure. But we all know that if there is no result, the camp will be cancelled in a few months. Craftsmen and slingers may stay, but you will certainly be replaced. ”

"It's all nonsense!" Feige didn't give the little devil a good look at at all, it was completely unnecessary. "Tell me something useful, have the captains of the slingers been chosen, and if so, let them come to me!"

It didn't take long for all three captains to arrive. They were all barbed demons, and the barbed machete never left their hands, but they didn't dare to put it in front of Feiqi. It can be seen with the naked eye that these three barbed demons have been in this class for a long time, and they are stronger, more cunning, and better equipped. In addition to their natal barbed machetes, they were equipped with maces and light crossbows that they could skillfully use, and some flasks of unknown function were carried in easy-to-remove pockets around their waists. And most importantly, they are equipped with well-fitting scales, which is not an easy task for their spiky bodies. It has to have enough money to buy it, it has to live long enough to wait for it to finish.

"You two are waiting outside, you come in with me. Feige asked the three barbs to go in one by one, asking them roughly the same questions, and when combined, they would come up with more accurate answers. In this way, he could know a lot about the bloody battle, about the devil, and about the camp.

The bloody war was a drain for the devil and had to be carried out, but it was not without gains. Demons and demons are similar in their need to obtain souls, but chaos is relatively easier than order. Being able to destroy demons as much as possible in a bloody battle, reducing their numbers, and also reducing the influence of demons in the mortal world in disguise. Since the devil's battle damage ratio in the battle is relatively better, it is still earned for the time being.

For every camp, the battle loss ratio is the most important assessment indicator, and in this regard, the long-range siege weapon camp has taken a big advantage - only there have been some bad signs lately.

According to the Barb Demon, even for the same result, the rewards are now fewer, and it is likely that it will be the result of a high-level struggle.