"Good luck, Ao!"

Just as I took out my syringe and wiped my sweat, a fist slammed into my head.

"Damn human, for the sake of the antidote, I don't care about your bad behavior of scaring this prince!" Just as I turned my head with my head in my hands and gritted my teeth, the dwarven prince Wacker looked up at me with his hands crossed and looked like an adult did not care about the life of a villain.

Next to her, Liara was covering her mouth and snickering.

Bastard, what about my JJ Terminator title? Where are you hiding?

"Qin Xin, how do you use this?" Just as I was about to find out the title of the absolute killer of male creatures from the mess of titles, Liara walked up, picked up my small freeze-dried sealed bottle, and asked me.

"The small bottle marked in this shape is not needed, the other small vials like this are enough for a hundred people, and if the drug is not effective enough, the dose can be increased." After explaining to Liarra, I turned my head and looked at Wacker viciously. "Do you hear that?"

"Do you hear that?" Wacker asked, turning his head to look at the dwarf beside him.

When the dwarves had confirmed and started injecting the eggs with the syringe, I flew up and kicked Wacker in the crotch, causing him to foam at the mouth and fall to the ground.

Hmph, I've never held a grudge, really.

The effect of the antibody protein was not bad, and after two days, all the dwarves began to improve, and no dwarves died because the immune system could not resist.

After producing enough antibody proteins, store them in liquid nitrogen. The dwarves were thus resolved by the plague dropped by the Dark Temple.

Although the plague still remains, all the dwarves who have ever suffered from it have antibodies that carry the plague, which is enough to resist the plague virus.

As for the dwarves who have not been infected with the plague, aren't there still so many cryopreserved antibody proteins?

Anyway, I'm too lazy to produce vaccines or anything, after all, there is no professional equipment, and there is no way to detect whether the inactivated virus will produce antibodies in the body, which is a long-term process.

It seems that the Dark Temple is confident in its own virus, and since the virus was dropped, these dragon knights who rode dragons over the mountains northeast of the dwarves have not come to harass them.

Although there were less than ten J-10 fighters left by the dwarves before, day and night. Constantly patrolling back and forth on the mountain peaks. A desperate attempt to find someone at any time.

After all, it would be a disaster for the dwarves to let these dragon knights cross the mountains and find the makeshift hospital built around the Dwarven King's City.

"Humanity, as thanks. I removed the sign at the door. Allows you to enter the Dwarven Palace again. What do you think. That's a nice accolade, right? "The Dwarven Palace Council, that's what the Dwarven King said.

"Your son is still lying on the bed holding his baby humming, do you want to try it too?" I looked at the dwarven king with disdain.

"See what this is?" The dwarven king stood up. Knocked on his crotch.

The dwarven king's metal gloves collided with his crotch, making a metallic crashing sound.

It's clear that this is a full metal panties, Nima!

Just as Liara was speechless and I looked at the dwarven king with even more contempt, the dwarven king sat down unconcernedly, opened the map and began to discuss the battle situation with us with a straight face, as if he was not himself for the guy who had just lowered the entire dwarven race.

"Although these big lizards of the Dark Temple have not invaded the territory of the dwarves again for the time being, I don't believe they will never come." The Dwarven King pointed to the patrol circle of the J-10 fighter on the map with a stick and explained to us: "J-10 Dwarf still has a lot of reserve stock, but we don't have enough pilots. ”

"Wait, I heard the Elf Queen say that at the beginning, the strength of the J-10 fighter should be roughly equal to that of the Dragon Knight, but in the later stage, the J-10 fighter began to obviously fail to defeat the Dragon Knight, what's going on?" I asked, a little confused.

"Compared to the dragon body, the J-10 fighter is too fragile." The dwarven king clenched his fists unwillingly. "Although the attack ability is almost the same, you can rely on the pilot's skills to make a tie in the early stage, but the pilot is missing, and after the weakness exposed by the J-10 fighter is known to the other party, we are losing the battlefield above the sky one after another, and finally let those damn miscellaneous slipped to the dwarf king city, leaving the source of the plague!"

"The J-10 fighter is too fragile, plus there are not enough pilots?" I clutched my chin and thought for a moment, then said, "How do you dwarves train drivers?" Why is there not enough driver? ”

"Let those brave dwarven warriors go straight to the ground after learning how to drive." The dwarven king said as a matter of course.

I'll go straight to it?

"May I ask, what is the training survival rate?" I asked, the corners of my mouth twitching.

"Less than thirty percent."

Nima, sure enough, is a warrior.

"You can't do this, I'll get some trainers out in a while, and you can watch the production." I shook my head. "The cost of this training is so exaggerated, it's no wonder that drivers can't keep up."

I was puzzled before, the dragon clan is notoriously sparsely populated, and when the battle damage in the early stage is roughly the same, the dwarf race, which is known for casting, will actually have a dilemma of not having enough fighters in the later stage, so the problem is here.

"Where is the army headquarters of the Dark Temple? Haven't you ever explored it before? Looking at the map, I asked casually.

"Because of the weapons exposed in the previous battle with the dragon, the Dark Temple stopped at nothing to intercept our fighters." The dwarven king tapped his stick on the map and said, "We deduce that their headquarters is probably located here. ”

Oh, that's interesting.

The Dwarven Royal City and the Dark Temple headquarters are about three hundred kilometers apart, and a group of mountains in the middle are blocking it, no wonder they have been fighting in the air.

"If these dragon knights are dealt with, when will we counterattack and destroy them?" I asked, looking at the dwarven king.

"It's impossible at the moment, the dwarves have been greatly injured by this plague, and they don't have the strength to attack for the time being." The Dwarven King shook his head.

"Well, then I'll go check the situation first."

Leaving the Dwarven Palace, I arrived at the Dwarven airport.

In the warehouse of the dwarven airfield, although there are about a hundred fighters parked, there are not enough pilots, so they have no choice but to pile up in the hangar.

"It's a waste." Looking at the brand-new J-10 fighter, I shook my head and asked the dwarven ground crew who was in charge of maintenance on the side, "Are there any fighters that returned from the battle with the dragoons?" I want to see it. ”

"Damaged fighters?" The dwarf scratched his head. "We repaired it after we came back."

Are you so fast?

"So, can you tell me where the damaged fighters were damaged?" I asked, pointing to the J-10 fighter on the side.

"Except for this and here, the rest of the places have been damaged." The dwarf pointed to the parts of the plane and explained it to me.

Does the cockpit, mana core still have an engine?

"Do you dwarves have dragons to fight?" With the design in mind, I continued to ask the dwarf.

If there is a corpse of a dragon, at least the approximate strength of the dragon can be deduced.

"Absolutely!" The dwarven proudly tapped the scales on his body with a wrench. "We've made it into armor."

Me: ""

A moment later, I stripped the scales off my body and went to the open space to start experimenting.

Poof!

The armor-piercing tail of the deshelled tail at six times the speed of sound was fired by me with an electromagnetic cannon from a kilometer away, and the projectile hit the dragon scale armor that was placed on the shelf.

As a small piece of spark shone, the shelled tail armor-piercing projectile was ejected, and the shelf with the dragon scale armor mounted fell to the ground.

Under normal circumstances, the J-10 fighter piloted by the dwarves will start using electromagnetic guns at a distance of one kilometer.

At this distance, the electromagnetic cannon will have the most direct test of the lethality of dragon scales.

Hmm, did the dragon scales actually block the electromagnetic cannon with six times the speed?

Picking up the dragon scale armor on the ground and touching the nicks on the dragon scales, I muttered.

However, the impulse of the electromagnetic cannon does not seem to cancel out much.

Looking at the broken rebar shelf, I nodded. (To be continued......)