Rounding the battlefield of severed limbs, the wind carried Snow on his back, and the soldiers were already lined up.

The war had ended in a short period of time, and although Rodin had already been mentally prepared, he did not expect that the weapon made by the lord would be so powerful that it was so unreasonable.

If this weapon can be equipped in the army on a large scale, then this army will become the strongest team in the entire Iron Flow Kingdom, no, the entire continent.

When faced with enemies, they will show their devastating power.

Rodin picked up some dry wood, mixed it with grease, and placed the bodies of the two victims on it.

In front of the dark palace, the flames burned.

The soldiers were silent in mourning their fallen comrades.

The flames cleared, and Rodin placed his companion's ashes in the jar and tied them firmly to his chest with a cloth knot.

"I'll take you home. Rodin sighed and whispered to himself.

"Let's go!"

The journey back to the Empty Ferry Territory began, the dark palace was silent and calm, only the severed remains that could be seen everywhere in the halls, and the wails of the seriously wounded before they died, constantly reminded people that a fierce battle had just taken place here.

Or rather, slaughter.

The figures of the soldiers gradually disappeared into the snow.

In the palace hall, which was shrouded in gloomy mist, the pile of corpses suddenly began to squirm, and then a pale arm stretched out, covered with brown corpse spots.

"Damn! Damn! What the hell is this!" Old Thor struggled out of the pile of corpses, one of his legs blown off by flying shrapnel, and he wriggled forward like a worm dragging his lower body on the ground with his two forearms.

Old Thor's appearance was really miserable, his clothes were in tatters, his bare skin was covered with wounds from shrapnel shots, and his body was relatively small, coupled with this appearance, he was like a demon crawling out of hell.

Before the enemy attacked, the elder Thor had the pride of believing that his corpse slave was enough to kill all the enemies in five minutes*, which was his latest development, a creature with extremely fast attack speed made from the limbs of a monitor lizard.

But unexpectedly, the opponent's weapon seems to be faster and more powerful......

Extraordinarily powerful.

Flying projectiles, dazzling fires, terrifying explosions.

This overwhelming momentum is the most terrifying weapon that the old Thor has ever seen in his life.

Could it be that human beings in the outside world have developed to such a point?

"Step on ...... Step ......"

Footsteps suddenly sounded in the hall.

Are there any other companions who are not injured?

Old Thor thought to himself, and turned to look over.

His pupils dilated in an instant.

A familiar face appeared in front of him.

Kahn Rollin.

"I heard you're trying to hunt me?" The councillor looked at Old Thor with a condescending expression on his face, "The strength of Snow's chosen ally is really beyond my expectations. ”

"You...... Didn't run away?" old Thor gasped.

"Why did you run away?" said the councillor as he leaned down and whispered in the ear of old Thor, "I never left." ”

"Snow was just a decoy I threw out, you don't think I left him because I ran away in a hurry? The councillor sneered, pointed to the minced flesh and corpse beside him, and said, "If Snow is in my hands, then I may be the one who will face all this." ”

"If you don't let you fight with Snow's allies," the councillor paused, then smiled and said, "I ......"

"How do you pick up the leak?"

Old Thor's eyes widened suddenly, and the events in his mind were connected together through the words of the councilor, the assassination mission failed, a large number of assassins died, and he and others attacked the left court, only to find that the guys in the left court had already fled, and he only found Snow in a comatose state in the room at the end.

He had thought that Snow had been abandoned, or that time was too tight to take care of.

Considering that someone else might come to Snow's rescue, the elder Thor simply set a trap, but he didn't expect that from the very beginning, he would step into the plan that the councillor had already designed.

"Snow, it's a tricky guy, at least after joining forces with the human nobles, I can fully imagine that in order to entrap him and the other demon species, that human nobles will do whatever it takes to rescue the captured Snow, so whoever Snow is in his hands will have to face the wrath of a human noble. The councillor shrugged his shoulders and said, "That's why I gave him to you." ”

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill him?" old Thor gritted his teeth.

"Snow's life or death doesn't matter to me, but it does matter to that human nobleman, and if you kill him, it will only make the revenge from humans more violent, and it won't affect me at all. As if he had thought of something, he smiled and said, "Originally, I thought that if the human soldiers in charge of the rescue could not find Snow, I would give them a little guidance, but now it seems that I have thought too much." ”

"I'm sorry, it's the first time I'm calculating others, and I'm always afraid that something will go wrong. ”

"So, do you have anything else to say now?"

"Or rather, a last word?"

Old Thor saw the councillor pull out a black, cold-smelling stone bead from his bosom, and then he aimed it at himself, who had fallen to the ground.

Old Thor felt a tightening in his chest.

The world in front of me began to blur.

The surrounding cold quickly enveloped it.

Saul Sr. was familiar with this feeling.

Magic and vitality are passing by fast.

At the last moment of his life, such a phrase was heard.

"Soon, it's going to be saturated......"

The world was plunged into darkness.

......

Rand stretched and walked out of the office to the assembly room in the back garden.

Since a few months ago, he had ordered the removal of some useless ornaments and miscellaneous items from the back garden, leaving only a stone table and bench to serve as a table for the afternoon tea party.

On the cleared vacant land, Rand had a well-ventilated wooden shed built to be used as Rand's private assembly room to assemble some large, multi-part machinery.

For the convenience of transportation and processing, Rand specially opened a passage on the fence wall of the garden, which can directly lead to the smelting and processing plant.

The purpose of the assembly room was to maintain confidentiality and to allow Rand to take a walk in the garden and drink coffee to relieve his mood when he was tired and disgusted by the long hours of work.

As a ruler, Rand is eligible for this privilege.

As for the craftsmen in the workshop, Rand thought that instead of letting them relieve their work fatigue by visiting the garden, it would be better to develop a clear reward system.

For example, single days off, or paid leave, etc.

Working long hours can lead to a decrease in the mental state of the craftsman, which in turn can lead to problems with product quality.

The combination of work and rest is the best way to work.

Just as Rand was thinking about everything, there was a trumpet sound from the direction of the fortress wall.

Unlike the tense intrusion sirens, the horn sound is majestic and exhilarating.

This is, the sound of a horn of triumph.