Where did they get their repeating muskets?

Prime Minister Rowe kept the question on his head, and when his knights passed the news on it, his mind went blank.

He really couldn't figure out where he got most of the supplies from those drow elves, so where did they get their repeating muskets?

In order to provide supplies to the group of black-skinned bitches, he also took on a lot of infamy for this.

That trade route was jointly maintained by him and other nobles, but there was always an accident, and the other nobles were naturally scolded together, but the main scolding was still focused on him, after all, he was the most powerful of all the nobles.

But now?

Prime Minister Rowe sat behind his desk, gritting his teeth and pressing his head, his forehead protruding.

Anger, incomparable anger welled up from the bottom of his heart, and the anger burned his heart, turning his whole heart into a sea of fire.

The repeating muskets in the hands of the dwarven clans were rarely sold to the outside world, and even their Moore Merchant Federation had not been able to get many repeating muskets from the group of rock heads, but the number of repeating muskets that appeared in the hands of the drow elves this time was at least thirty or more!

It's not that they haven't tried to imitate it, but the existing technology simply can't imitate the repeating musket.

The Principality of Screaming Wind and the Kurkut Empire may have enough technology to imitate repeating muskets, but both countries can make repeating muskets themselves, so why bother to copy them?

He had heard that the Duchy of Sorrow had a repeating firearm called a 'Rotating Pistol', but it was not sold to the public, and even adventurers and mercenaries could only use it when they were out on adventures, and when they entered the town, they had to hand over the bullets to the Duchy.

The guns themselves are not difficult to imitate, the main thing is the 'bullet', without the matching bullets, the repeating musket simply cannot be used.

However, the manufacturing process of the 'bullet' itself was also tightly held in the hands of the dwarves and gnomes, and no outsiders knew exactly how to make the bullets of this repeating musket.

From this point of view, it can be judged that the drow elves have been in contact with and traded with other people besides him and the other great nobles of Mor, otherwise the unscrupulous black-skinned bitches would not have had repeating muskets in their hands.

However, as far as he knew, there were only a few clans among the dwarves that had the ability to make repeating muskets, and as for the repeating muskets for sale, he had already asked people to check them, and he should be able to know the answer soon.

From now on, his 'trust' in the Drow Elves had begun to waver.

Originally, he thought that although the group of black-skinned bitches had contact with the big nobles other than him, the things and benefits promised to him would still be given to him, even if it might be less, but it was not unacceptable.

After all, so much money has been spent, wouldn't it be too much of a loss if there is no return?

However, now, from the moment he received the news, his trust in them had completely collapsed.

He was already wondering if the bitches weren't going to give him his share of the benefits he deserved, not even him, but even the other nobles who came into contact with them.

He must be the only one who is suspicious of the black-skinned bitches now, and everyone else should be suspicious as well, but the others may not be as suspicious as he is.

Prime Minister Rowe's mind was racing, and he was thinking about how to deal with the drow elves, and he was bound to spit out his share of interests.

Since he has invested so much, if he kills them all in a fit of anger, wouldn't he lose a lot?

They're dead, but how should he calculate his losses? So he didn't plan to kill those drow elves, but just thought about how to fix them, so that they could understand that the one with the big fist is the boss, and the one with the big fist is the boss.

As for these conspiracies, if they were equal in strength, they might still have some effect, but now that the gap between their strength and his is so wide, what confidence do they have......

Prime Minister Rowe was not carried away by the anger, on the contrary, he was now calm in his head, although he was quite angry.

As soon as his mind turned, it suddenly occurred to him one thing - what was it that gave those drow elves so much courage to do such a thing?

Obviously, the repeating muskets in their hands can't give them much confidence, these things may still be useful against some ordinary transcendentals, if they are used against some extremely powerful transcendents or 'legends', then it will be useless.

Powerful transcendents have countless ways to deal with repeating muskets, which is why until now, neither single-shot muskets nor repeating muskets have been able to prevail.

The musket is indeed very powerful, for mortals, as long as it hits their vital position, even a non-critical position, it is enough to kill them on the spot.

But for the transcendents, the premise of killing them with a musket is to 'hit the shot', followed by 'the amount of damage done'.

Not every nobleman has the power of a 'legendary', but at least it's a nearly formidable army or something.

- The prerequisite for becoming a great nobleman is 'strong', not the amount of territory and the glorious family history.

Where did those drow elves get the confidence to fight them?

Prime Minister Rowe wasn't surprised if the Drow Elves still possessed 'Legends', but they were so few in number that even if they did, they would probably be completely wiped out by his army.

So, there must be other forces supporting them!

After some thought, Prime Minister Rowe came to this conclusion.

It was now clear that there were other forces secretly supporting the Drow elves, otherwise they would not have dared to do so.

So, does he want to test the power behind the drow elves......

Prime Minister Rowe regained his composure, raised his hand and rubbed his smooth chin, and began another round of contemplation.

But just as he was immersed in his own thoughts, there was a knock on the door.

Tuk tuk!

Looking up at the door suddenly, Prime Minister Rowe's eyes flickered, he remembered that he had said before, don't call him if there was nothing important, but now there was a knock on the door.

After tidying up his appearance, taking a deep breath, and his face returned to normal, Prime Minister Luo Wei said in a deep voice: "Come in!"

Then, Prime Minister Luo Wei saw his butler push the door in response, and there was no anxiety on his face, but his appearance had already made Prime Minister Luo Wei's heart jump sharply.

A sense of foreboding began to creep through his mind, and when the butler closed the door, he asked eagerly and in a low voice, "Is there something wrong?"

The butler approached quickly, then stood in front of the desk, and also responded in a low voice: "Master, something is wrong!"

Prime Minister Luo Wei's fat face suddenly appeared with a slightly distorted look, and the corners of his lips trembled.

After a moment, he took another sharp breath, "What's wrong?"

"The drow elves suddenly released the news to the public, claiming that in fact, this time they were able to successfully occupy 'Belleion', and they were able to have so many supplies, thanks to the help of you and other nobles......

"Fuck it!"

Before the butler could finish speaking, Prime Minister Luo Wei angrily slapped his palm on the desk.

The desk shook, and everything on it jumped with it.

He gasped and shook his red and swollen right hand, but then glared at his butler fiercely, and said in a vicious voice: "Go and tell the others, this is malicious slander, it is slander, I will send troops to destroy them, see what reason they have to say this!"

Hearing this, the housekeeper was silent for a few seconds, sighed secretly, and replied with low eyebrows: "Yes, I'll do it......"