The magic flame rolled and boiled, and the thick long sword was bathed in a yellow-green soft light, soaked in the power of the elements, and as time slowly passed, the cold light of the metal suddenly penetrated.

Qian Wuwu raised his finger slightly, flicked it lightly on the spine of the fading sword, and the crisp humming sound suddenly resounded in his ears.

"It's done!" Bai Yunfei cheered and jumped on the side.

"It's done!" After repairing the weapon, Qian Wuwu raised his head, outside the white pine forest, the chasing soldiers of the wild boar people, gradually approaching, he suddenly raised the blade of his sword and said: "Let's go, let's go and give these guys who don't know whether to live or die, give a warning!"

The seismic wave stepped out by the old Maicodomon instantly brought up a snow mist, and Bai Yunfei did not wait for the money to go away, so he threw the horsewhip on the butt of the mount, and in the neighing of Herod's horse, the young warlock baron, also charged.

A cascade of armored cavalry, with rolling snow-colored waves, slaughtered into the valley.

Bai Yunfei, who was shouting and screaming, followed closely by Qian Wuwu's side, and in the boiling passion, he rushed into the forward queue of the wild boar people, and he didn't even have time to make a move, and the shining blood fury twin blades had already pierced the array of the wild boar people.

In the passionate shouting of killing, Qian Wuwu personally led the alchemy cavalry to raid with all his might, even the elite strikers of the wild boar people were ... This sharp charge forced the company to retreat for nearly a thousand meters, and with the help of the follow-up troops, it was able to stabilize the formation.

After a full twenty minutes, when the gloomy pig and his subordinates returned to the valley, there was only a pile of headless corpses stripped of their armor in the messy snow in front of him.

"It's so deceitful! It's really annoying to me! "The pig was furious, and put the Xuanshui mace in his hand. Slammed it on the ground. Ripples brought by the ripples of the elements. He swept away the snow from under his feet.

"Lord, there's news from the west!" An open-chested golden-haired Beamon, carrying two great axes on his back, strode forward, and with a loud bang, his boots on the ridge made a series of clear footprints in the rocks.

"What did Hutum say?" Pig big fat gaze. With a strong killing intent.

The golden retriever swayed, and the garlic clove-like nose appeared, and under the sun, the big man with a wild war pattern on his face sneered: "The prey favored by the black dog is naturally caught, but those stinky and hard mountain dwarves will not surrender because of their face."

"Sukum, let's finish the pot first. Then, chase the money without worry." The big fat pig shook his cloak suddenly. The glowing Xuanwu emblem swept over the ridge, and the next moment, the army of wild boar people rushed towards the west.

"Huh!? Why did they run away? Are you scared?" Just in the mountains and forests three hundred meters away from Zhu Da Fat, Bai Yunfei, who was lying down, couldn't help but exclaim.

"Looks like the boar people have caught those mountain dwarves." Qian Wuwu's eyebrows raised slightly, and he pointed to the west and said, "Let's go, let's just go over and have a good time."

"Mountain dwarves? Is it those Korean dwarfs who dig holes all day long, except for forging, and only drink alcohol?"

"They are also famous for their firearms!" As Qian Wuwu spoke, he took out a double-barreled shotgun made of brass from the backpack behind him.

When Bai Yunfei took over the shotgun, he was a little inexplicable, in his opinion, although the workmanship of this shotgun was decent, it had neither the carving of magic dazzling patterns, nor the decoration of jewelry and diamonds, it was really too ordinary.

"This gun...... What's wrong?" Bai Yunfei skillfully pressed the tension spring, and as soon as he broke his left hand, the barrel of the brass shotgun sank, and the two-finger-thick magazine was only filled with the lowest-grade magic crystal ammunition, and there was no high-end tendency.

Qian Wuwu smiled and said: "This is standard equipment, the mountain dwarf's sophisticated shotgun, two bullets at a time, at a distance of fifty meters, the lead bullet can penetrate about five millimeters of sophisticated armor, within two hundred meters, there are good kills."

"Format!?" Bai Yunfei almost didn't jump up directly.

If it is a collection of scholars as a façade, the work of any practicing alchemist in Alchemy City can throw this brass shotgun a few streets away, but when it comes to standard equipment, then the exquisite Cheng dù of this musket is a little scary.

Qian Wuwu explained: "Although it is also a hand-polished magical creation, in the secret standardized mode and assembly line operation environment, it allows high-level craftsmen to get rid of simple and cumbersome manufacturing procedures, as long as the core components are carefully crafted. The musket you see now is produced in about a thousand a year in the copperbeard tribe of the mountain dwarves."

"A thousand?" Bai Yunfei couldn't help but swallow the foam, and a string of sparkling starlight appeared in his eyes.

In the Great Empire of the Five Elements, there are countless high-level magical art collections, and the high-level mages who are obsessed with the aesthetic world have the first-class design ability and the ability to create zào in the Great 6 of the Five Elements.

But it's a pity that more than ninety percent of the magic skills are monopolized by the dominant families, and only relying on the ancient master-apprentice inheritance and strict elite education can only give birth to a world-famous art master, but can not provide real magic craftsmen.

Magic is a symbol of the powerful and the foundation of the Great Empire of the Five Elements.

The most humble ordinary craftsman may not be able to come into contact with the true power of magic for the rest of his life, let alone learn some extravagant magic forging and magic inscription skills.

Bai Yunfei, who was holding a brass musket, heard the news of the annual output of 1,000 fine-grade muskets, but what came to his mind was the cool scene of executing the three-stage shooting tactics and lining up to shoot the boar man cavalry.

At this time, Qian Wuwu was like an abyss demon, and in his hoarse tone, he spit out. [,！ A string of demagogic notes: "Do you want to get an army of musketeers and line up to shoot the boar men?"

Bai Yunfei subconsciously nodded his head into a chicken pecking rice, and he shouted, "Yes! It's so much to think about! We...... Hey, Brother Qian, what you mean is to let those mountain dwarves ...... But their temper is too stinky, and they don't understand the language, so it's not easy to dispatch."

"I said, you...... Do you know dwarven language?" In Qian Wuwu's mouth, a series of low and obscure tones suddenly appeared, and the ground under his feet seemed to resonate.

"Dwarven language...... Understand a little! Bai Yunfei replied a little jerkyly, and in his gaze at Qian Wuwu, in addition to the worship of the hot-blooded boy to the idol warrior, there was also the admiration of the legal profession for the profound scholar.

"A little bit of understanding is enough! Let's follow those boarmen, but let's see if we can co-opt some dwarven musketeers." Qian Wuwu suddenly stood up, and the heavy armor slapped Bai Yunfei's shoulder. (To be continued).