Master Chen dealt with the other party casually, only listening carefully most of the time, and occasionally asking some key points to the point.

But he was thinking in his heart: if you really want to talk about these physical puppets, it is enough to do a lot of complicated work on behalf of humans, and they are very strong and durable after being reinforced by spells. It's just that the cost is too expensive, and it often costs tens of thousands of gold coins. Compared with the fact that one gold coin can buy several human slaves, there is really no cost performance at all, after all, bureaucrats and capitalists directly use the population as consumables~

When the slave is dead, just buy it.

It's a very high-tech puppet, it's like a humanoid self-propelled robot in a future sci-fi movie-android.

If the production process of these things is used in the development and production of biological computers and intelligent AI?his~~~ If this is the case, it is really a good invention, and maybe it can directly promote the world to carry out the information technology revolution!!

After talking for a while, Master Chen excused himself to purchase other goods first, and asked the black market smugglers about the exact point of the joint, and then disappeared from his doubtful contemplative gaze under the "enthusiasm" of the boss.

After he left, Boss Gao Zhuang directly found the salesman who had just let Chen Xuyuan enter the member exhibition hall at will, and opened his mouth to scold a dog.

And warn him not to let the guests stay alone in the restricted area in the future, and if someone has time to find out their security measures alone, resulting in damage to goods or theft, he will be killed and driven by the undead puppet.

After the young salesman was so frightened that he shivered like a quail and went limp.

Tyrion Lannister gave him a stern warning look, and then glared at him one last time, waiting to make sure that the other party had listened to him.

Then he tightened the collar of his lace pattern, walked into the passage behind the curtain on the other side of the store, changed out of the damaged old clothes, put on a white coat and continued to do it himself, trying to make his new powerful undead combat minion - [Steel Hook Body Demon Ghost].

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The campus of the Governor's Palace of Kuawati Harbor.

The land and islands in the distance are like real things, vaguely obscured by the fog between the sea and the sky.

A "ticking" drizzle accompanied by mist is confusing in every corner of the harbor city.

In the field.

A column of soldiers like clay sculptures and wood carvings stood on both sides of the school grounds, and the bodies and weapons of the two gold-armored "fierce beasts" in the field were constantly colliding and fighting violently like mechanical gundams, emitting bursts of "Zheng Zheng" killing sounds of gold and iron.

It's just a man-made metal object that has been reinforced by simple enchantment, and it is almost unbearable to be repeatedly squeezed and destroyed by two huge forces, and there are constantly twists and dents on it, and it looks like a disposable consumable that has been repeatedly ravaged like butt wiping paper.

The father and son of Timoses, both powerful as a number of oxen, his father held a steel shield with fanged lion and tiger patterns, and easily blocked and fed each other's moves;

But Spazar didn't touch a single hair of his old son Emperor Moses, but after a few moments, his father opened the big axe, like a mad bull in the bullring being played by a clever bullfighter, staggering to the edge of the field, breaking a carved dragon gray and white stone pillar, leaving a deep axe and chisel stone carving marks on it.

But.

This son was even more than half a head taller than Lao Tzu, more than 8 feet tall, almost about the same as a sub-giant who was close to adulthood, which was not at all the height that a normal human could achieve.

Timothy was fond and lamented for his son, who was glad that his son's blood was atavistic, and he looked three points thicker than himself, and was close to a sub-giant in size, and that he could not defeat him without using the strength of a warrior and with the brute force of his muscles, because this was the natural ferocity of the flesh and bones.

In the process of continuous physical training, the martial artist will gradually produce physical alienation, which is called ferocity.

It's like the difference in muscle physique between ordinary otaku and those big muscle bully in the gym, but the muscle size is only one aspect of the ferocity of strength.

There is often a big difference in the ferocity of the human physique, and the difference lies in the way in which the professionals are trained.

Some emphasize the coordinated development of the whole body, especially the cavalry and generals who use long weapons.

Because knights usually have both foot combat and horse combat training.

But in fact, once they are on the battlefield to charge, they mainly fight more on their mounts.

Therefore, more emphasis is placed on the arm strength of the upper body, and the focus of the transformation is on the shoulders, back, and arms.

Those generals who have dedicated their lives to meritorious deeds.

The muscles in their shoulders and back are three or four percent wider than the average person, and their arms are two or three percent longer than the average person. The highly mobile type that usually relies on mounts to roam the battlefield, and can burst out with amazing striking power and attack speed within the moment of contact with the enemy, directly killing the enemy with one blow.

If the upper physical training is insufficient, some cavalrymen will accidentally strain their muscles when attacking the enemy with high-speed horsepower on their horses.

Many heavy infantry with heavy weapons, or archers who practice bows and arrows, are similar.

They wield their heavy hammers as easily as they wield wooden clubs, slashing faster with an axe than the blink of an eye, and can pull out a powerful bow as tall as a man to accurately hit targets from a distance of 1,000 yards!

But the former's mobility and the latter's stability are their weaknesses.

So who is better at playing hard?

The most typical are the thieves and assassins, as well as those who have specialized in practicing light martial arts masters, chivalrous Taoist priests, and they emphasize the changes in the waist and hips, footwork, and legs and feet.

Although the shape of the leg muscles of this type of person has not changed much, and it will not swell like those big muscles in the gym, their muscles and flesh have been fundamentally different!

After a long period of exercise, the pace is as flexible and weird as a mink, it can easily avoid the siege of many people, can hit the enemy incredibly like a ghost, can jump into the air with light and swift and lightning like an eagle falcon to blitz the enemy, and can even jump 20 yards (about 6 meters) high like a separelle, and can even run day and night without getting tired.

Think about "Dragon Babu", the Duan Yu who learned "Lingbo Weibu" will know.

Only a martial artist who has undergone such physical alienation can use those strange body and footwork.

Ordinary people simply can't do it half-back, twisting around in mid-air to dodge attacks.

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