The Assassin Bell struggled in place for a moment, and the beastmasters split into two groups, one facing the river and the other deep into the forest, and after hesitating for ten seconds, he chose to happily slip towards the river.

He didn't need to worry about the sound of footsteps leaking out, because this was the wild, and the sound of knowing it was as dense as the ocean, and there were cicadas whining everywhere.

The sounds of various small bugs are also noisy, and with care, the sound of Bell gently rubbing the leaves is enough to be muffled.

Soon, he saw the Beastmaster of the Greenskin Goblin looking down at the water from the shore for a few seconds, and then stepped into the river with a fierce face.

There were more than a hundred little goblins behind the Beastmaster, their eyes were red, they were completely unintelligent, and they had no brains to keep up.

They sink into the water and swim for a while before resurfacing, and the roaring water flows down the body of the little goblin, revealing a blue purple skin and a severe lack of oxygen.

Bell knew that orcs who had been diving for too long were probably like this after they came ashore, their skin was blue and purple, their muscles were weak and weak, and in severe cases, they would fall into a coma or even die.

Belmer counted the time, and a total of more than 130 seconds passed, indicating that the goblin's extreme breath-holding time was more than two minutes.

As for the Beastmaster's breath-holding time, it was longer, Bell silently counted over and over again in units of sixty seconds, and it took more than four hundred seconds to see the Beastmaster float ashore, about eight minutes.

It's so strong!

Bell couldn't help but want to sneak to a specific location and blow a whistle to call for a nearby carrier pigeon, but after thinking about it, he held back.

Because he heard the five beast kings begin to whisper, and the wonderful sound seemed to have invisible ripples of water, slowly swinging around.

A rustling sound sounded in the forest, and tens of thousands of goblins awoke from their slumber, got up with red eyes, and staggered towards the river.

"They want to smuggle into the port!"

Bell felt a pang in his mind that he had to inform his fellow Assassins in the town in advance, lest they be overwhelmed by the sudden influx of beasts.

……

While Morning Glory Town is facing a raging beast tide, the blacksmith shop in Big Iron Village is also in the process of urgently making smoothbore flintlock pistols.

Alan has let go of army training, supervising the operation of the workers in the blacksmith shop.

He developed a smoothbore flintlock pistol without a rifled barrel, and he did not dare to take risks because of the time risk cost of facing the beast tide.

Simply put on the smoothbore gun, it does not have the step of pulling the rifle, which saves a lot of time and cost, and the error inside the smoothbore barrel can also be tolerated, after all, the conditions are simple.

After arriving at the blacksmith's shop, Alan first looked at the steam drill machine, which used a carbon tool steel bit, not a high-speed tool steel.

The slaves continued to add coal, causing the steam engine to boil. Rumbling, the steam engine began to do work, the huge power was blessed to the drilling machine, the runner structure flew, and the drill bit rotated by itself, turning faster and faster.

The barrel is placed on a horizontal drilling machine, the barrel is held in place with a tool, and then the worker operates the drilling machine and begins to drill the barrel.

Buzzing, the rapidly spinning drill bit touched the barrel of the gun, erupting with a cacophony that made the ears of all orcs tremble.

When the great blacksmith Abel heard this beautiful voice, he felt that his soul had ascended to heaven, and he couldn't be more refreshed.

"This invention is so subtle, praise to the God of Casting."

The other orcs watched silently and did not speak, but the tip of their tails was slightly curved to indicate that they were also happy.

They had tried the operation of the drilling machine a few days ago, and they were not frightened by the screeching sound.

Because as the use of the drill machine deepened, the superstitious orcs gradually became fascinated by the power of the drill machine, from fear to awe, and finally to worship.

Stabbing and stabbing, sparks flying, and the drill bit easily burrowed into the center of the barrel and continued deeper.

Alan looked at it for a while, then walked to the next workshop.

Drilling the barrel had begun a few days earlier, and it was said that thirty finished flintlock pistols had been produced today, and Allen was currently only patrolling the situation, and then ordered the first batch of musket front flintlock pistols that had been made to be taken away.

The blacksmiths also put down their work, the flintlock pistol was freshly made, and since there was no gunpowder or bullets, no one knew its power, so every blacksmith involved in the manufacture went to watch the play with the most curiosity.

"Lord Allen, are you going to the training ground next?" Able raised his curious question mark tail and offered to help carry a flintlock pistol.

"No, let's go to the gunpowder factory first." Alan shook his head.

"Oh yes, the musket needs the power of a gunpowder explosion, and I forgot about it." Abel patted his forehead with his hand.

"I really need to use gunpowder." Someone gently swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Gurgling ......"

The orcs' understanding of gunpowder is still remembered by the thunderous sound of that day, and the black pit that was sunken in the ground.

"There shouldn't be horror, right?"

"I'm not going to try new weapons anyway."

"What are you afraid of, Alan said that this is a long-range weapon, which long-range weapon have you ever seen that can hurt yourself?"

"Yes, I pulled a big bow and accidentally crippled my fingers." Some orcs had heard that the fingers of their neighbor hunters were useless, and they thought of it instantly.

"I'm talking about death, death, can you play with a bow and arrow to kill yourself." The orcs blushed their necks and corrected the direction of the topic.

Speaking of death, Alan smiled: "The musket is indeed very dangerous, there is a risk of exploding, a risk of misfire, and improper operation will kill oneself." ”

"Shhh

If they had to try the guns, they would have stayed away and watched the slaves test their lives.

When he arrived at the gunpowder factory, the blacksmith looked curiously and looked as if it was very fresh, but unfortunately he could not enter the gate.

The Gunpowder Factory is a secret place in the Great Iron Village, and even the villagers who have lived here for generations are not allowed to visit it, and only orcs with Allen's approval may enter.

The rest of the blacksmiths were kept out, but only the great blacksmith Abel, who was approved by Allen, was allowed to enter.

Abel found out that the slaves were working carefully, and he was immediately amazed.

"Lord Allen, this slave is so serious, I think he has a lot of potential to be a blacksmith."

"No, he won't be able to change jobs for ten years." Alan shook his head.

The gunpowder strategy must not leak the gunpowder process.

Abel, he could only watch the slaves on the periphery grind the "powder", as for what proportion of those materials were used, he didn't know.

After a while, Allen ordered someone to transport paper-shell bullets to the training ground.

The amount of gunpowder in these paper-shelled bullets is determined by Allen according to the gunpowder burning, as well as the caliber and barrel length of the flintlock gun.

Allen has not yet invented primer, this paper shell bullet is only an expedient measure, and when the industrial infrastructure is completed in the future, it will be loaded with metal bullets.

On the training ground.

The orc villagers stood in a row, and Ivan looked expectantly at the metal sticks that Eren had brought, and had heard that it was a new weapon that used gunpowder and could bring about military change.