The Alchemy Bomb, said to have first been invented by the dwarf goblins of the Dark Realms and later used in the ore mining efforts of dwarves and humans alike - it is also a war consumable, and was used on a large scale by Malvey's mercenaries during the Battle of Andvindor against the Reicat Empire during the Year of the Bauhinia (538 AD), resulting in numerous successes.

It's as simple as a lead, an energy activation circuit, and a magic energy crystal or gem, and the specific power depends on the purity of the crystal's or gem's energy.

Of course, the price of magic crystals or magic gems is always expensive. The premise for the use of this kind of thing is money, and the premise for the large-scale use of this weapon is very rich - the commercial city and the Malwe Allies won the battle at the cost of half of the treasury at that time.

Gross looked at Ladia, and he knew that most mages liked to carry a little knack with them - it was easier for them to use alchemy bombs than any other class, not only because of the explosion fire damage bonus affected by [Spell Mastery], but also because of the energy circuit. The Mages didn't need this at all, and they were able to replace it with a spell model, making the Alchemy Bomb easier to keep and slightly cheaper.

"Ahh

Miss Mage reached into the inner pocket of her robe, and finally pulled out a gadget that resembled a glass pinball, a transparent multi-faceted prism that glowed in the sunlight - to be exact, it was just a magic crystal.

But when Gross saw this thing, he was instantly excited, "What about the lead?" ”

He asked, it seems that Miss Mage also knows about such things as alchemy bombs, "Well, here." ”

The lead is actually a thin twine with multiple strands, and in Gross's expectant gaze, Miss Lady Radia took the magic energy crystal on the spot and began to do it - under the infusion of spiritual power, her fingers crossed several uncomplicated symbols on the surface of the magic energy crystal, and a basic spell model to replace the energy circuit was completed.

Then the fine twine was wound around it.

"Is that so?"

Miss Mage tossed the "glass pinball".

"Miss Crane, don't ...... I was a little panicked. ”

When the bandit leader saw her move like this, his voice trembled, and he immediately felt distracted, and quickly reached out and took this thing and held it in the palm of his hand - this small piece of magic energy crystal was transparent and flawless, and at first glance it was a high-grade product of extremely high purity. He knew very well that if something unexpected happened, it would be enough for a few of them to spiral into the sky.

This thing is reserved for the Frostwolf King!

"Yes, two more."

After a few moments, he held the improvised alchemy bomb in his hand, nodded to his companions, and resolutely decided to act.

……

"Master Cohen, a mercenary has been spotted on the other side of the woods."

A lancer scout reported to Princess Samantha's chief guard, Cohen - at this time, the battle between Princess Samantha and the Frostwolf King in the woods was still going on, and the golden arc had scratched a fine frostwolf skin, and this monster with some wisdom finally understood what it meant to be afraid—

Crimson blood moistened its fur, and the already fast-paced fierce assault gradually slowed down.

It began to fight, avoiding the hard battle head-on—

This scene fell into the eyes of the bandit leader, who knew that the Frostwolf King's health had dropped below 30% in the second stage - a scout of the Northland Legion Lancers spotted him, but he didn't bother to let it go, and instead swaggered over.

"Mercenaries? Is he the only one? ”

Chief Guard Cohen asked. It's not good news that there are idlers and others while hunting monsters—the scout nodded, reassuring Cohen a little relieved after confirming that there was only one person. He guessed that it might just be a guy who ran over by mistake, but out of the need to be vigilant in his duties, he still confessed to the scout, "Keep an eye on that guy, and report any news immediately." ”

"Yes, sir." The scout was about to turn away, but he had already seen the bandit leader approaching the woods—Gross was covered in armor, and at this time, he had put on a helmet, the face of which was well concealed, and he looked like an armed mercenary on the go.

"Stop him!"

Almost at the same time as the chief of the guard, Cohen, shouted the order, the lancers near the woods pointed their spears at Gross - the voice under the visor was a little dull, and Gross raised his hands to indicate that he was not hostile, "I'm sorry, I'm lost." ”

"Mercenary, I don't care what your reason is, please get out of here!"

"Oh, okay."

Gross looked at the ranks of lancers waiting in front of him, he glanced at the Frostwolf King in the woods, seemed to hesitate for a few seconds, then stepped out and turned around—

The wind in the woods had long since stopped.

Princess Samantha did not involve her captain of the guard and her spearmen in the battle, and she was alone enough to deal with this monster that was not very powerful—the golden light and silver shadows that had been mixed together in the woods were gone, and she stepped on a raised tree root, and pointed her sword downward.

Crimson blood was dripping along the blood groove on the blade—

The monster was scarred all over its body, its sharp teeth that had been glowing with cold light had lost its luster, and its huge wolf's mouth was constantly opening and closing, gasping for breath.

Fishy smell.

But Samantha didn't care. After this battle, she felt that her heart had become much calmer - staring at the gray frostwolf eyes, her figure swept up again, and the sword blade that shone with golden light in her hand slashed through the back of the huge frost wolf, and she could already clearly see the white bones under the flesh and blood.

The monster howled in pain.

It's almost over.

Although its fur has the protective power equivalent to the finest iron armor, it is useless in the face of the royal family's secret [Swordsmanship: Lion's Fang] - this sword art is derived from real battlefield fighting skills, and it is also terrifyingly lethal to armored enemies.

Slaughter this monster for some nice loot.

Princess Samantha looked at the monster, and she roughly estimated that it would only take two or three more swords for the alienated frost wolf to be beheaded - but for now, the dying monster was still fighting back desperately.

Pointless counterattack.

The first sword! The figures of the man and the wolf intertwined, and the sword light flashed.

Suddenly a parabola appeared in the woods, and a small thing of light flew into the air, and when it was about to touch the branches of the trees, it fell rapidly—the trajectory quickly coincided with the angle of the sunlight.