Chapter 55: The Wasteland VI.
If the native's pick up is a bow or a crossbow, he will not exchange it for anything, because arrows can be produced, even if they are of poor quality, at least they can be used. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ο½ο½ο½Uο½Eγ ο½ο½ο½ο½
But ammunition will not work, it will never be produced without the support of a complete industrial system.
What can a revolver without ammunition do except be an ornament?
Darius followed the cowboy in the movie, with his finger on the trigger as the axis, rotated the revolver twice in his hand, and pulled the trigger, although he did not reload the bullet, but the sound of the metal hammer was quite pleasant.
γThunderγ
Equipment Type: Weapon
Equipment quality: excellent
Strength +4 Agility +5
Damage: 17-19+ (1.4*Ammo Damage)
[Haste] The circle inside the chamber increases the speed of bullets by 30%, and the circle takes effect every 20 seconds.
[Burst] The circle in the chamber of the gun adds a layer of explosion effect to the bullet, which causes an explosion after hitting the target, and the explosion effect depends on the quality of the bullet, and the circle takes effect once in 20 seconds.
While Darius was carefully looking at the attributes of the revolver, Althea also approached curiously. She could recognize the previous goods at a glance, but the weapons still needed to be looked at to judge whether they were good or bad.
Then her eyes changed, revealing a look of surprise.
"Wait, this is!? You show me this. β
She subconsciously stretched out her hand, and then suddenly stopped in mid-air, and she suddenly remembered that snatching a weapon from a warrior's hand is not a good act.
But Darius knew she wouldn't do it for no reason, and although the gun was good, she wouldn't be so out of shape, so he handed Thunder over.
"What's wrong with this gun?"
Althea took the gun in her hand, held the barrel back, looked at the butt carefully, and then her face suddenly turned white, and her petite body trembled slightly, and she looked like she was about to fall.
Darius was considering whether to help her, but the mage suddenly turned to the native, who had been standing beside her, and took the native's arms with both hands and asked, "Where did you get this gun?" β
The villager was startled by Orthea's shrill voice and sudden movements, and the native's face turned ugly for a moment, and he broke free of Orthea's hands and said in a stumbling lingua franca, "What are you doing...... To change or not to change? No ...... Just give it back to me. β
"O'...... Winnie? This is their village, don't mess around. Darius almost called out her true life, but luckily changed her words in time, and then grabbed Althea's wrist, "What's going on!" What's wrong with this gun? β
Althea was still in a trance, struggling to break free, and kept asking the natives, "Tell me, where did you get this thing?" Tell me! β
"You calm down!" Darius let out a low growl, then reached out his free hand and slapped her face, "Damn, you scared him, you really want to figure it out, just silence me." β
Perhaps it was Darius's words that did the trick, but Althea took a deep breath to calm her mind, and then said to the natives, "The wine is yours, and the gun and the contents of the box belong to us, but you must tell me, where did you get this gun?" β
"Really?" The villager had not expected to be able to exchange all the barrels, so he looked over to Darius, who apparently knew whose wine it was.
Of course, this gun is not worth all the wine, but seeing the female mage's dejected appearance, Darius didn't bother to care about it anymore.
"Answer her truthfully, and then it's all yours."
"About a hundred days and nights ago, I picked it up from the wilderness of the East."
The aborigines used the method of marking stones to count the date, so they used to use the unit of day and night to remember the time, a hundred days and nights, that is, more than three months ago.
"What is it exactly? Also, what else do you see besides this box? β
"That place doesn't have a name, how can I tell you? Anyway, I just followed the direction of the sunrise, but the land there was darker than ours, and it was a little black, so I only picked up this box. β
"Impossible." Althea couldn't control her emotions again, "If you think about it, is there anything else?" β
The burly local looked a little angry, "It's just this box, nothing else has been found, why should I lie to you." I know I've already said it, can I get someone to move things? β
"Okay, it's all yours, you take it." Darius walked over, closed the box, lifted it up, and forcibly put the absent Althea back on his horse, leading the horse towards the camp outside the village.
When they returned to the camp, the tent had been set up under the command of Hermes, and Darius tied up his horse and dragged Orthea, who was silent, into the tent.
"I don't mind if you lose all my wine, but you'd better give me an explanation."
The female mage tilted her head slightly, and glanced at him faintly, the light in the tent was dim, and all she saw was a vague shadow, "This gun belongs to my friend." β
"What? How did you recognize it, could you be mistaken?"
"There's an inscription on the butt, idiot."
Darius ignored the last two words of her words, and reached for the weapon in the female mage's hand, and Althea clenched her fingers, but finally let go, allowing Darius to take Thunder back.
Darius looked at the silver revolver again, and sure enough, at the bottom of the butt, he found a row of small letters inscribed on it, and by the effect of dark vision, he could see what was written on it.
"I am the loot that cannot be found, and I have it for the victors."
Darius read the sentence out loud and asked, "What do you mean?" β
"The last owner of this gun was Lily, Lily Vladrich, one of my best buddies, who was also a member of the Black Rose. But not a mage, she's a ranger, and the gun was captured during an operation, and the two of us almost died under this weapon, but luckily, we were the ones who had the last laugh, and I watched her engrave this inscription on this weapon so I could recognize it. β
The mage growled hysterically, "I haven't been in touch with her for four months, because I know she's on a mission, and I don't know exactly what she's going to do, but she told me she'll probably go to the Shadow Isle, but why, why did I see her gun in this damn wasteland." β