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The Dark Witch looked up at the castle perched on the cliff, smiled silently, then withdrew her gaze, took out a large mask from her bosom and put it over her face, and took out a pair of leather gloves as thin as cicada's wings, and carefully put them on both hands.

After putting on her gloves, she took out a small bag heavily wrapped in deerskin from her bosom and took out a palm-sized transparent glass bottle from it.

The liquid in the glass bottle has an eerie green color and bubbling bubbles, which looks particularly weird.

"Little baby, it's up to you this time~"

The witch chuckled, pinched the glass bottle with three fingers, uncorked it, and poured the strange green liquid into the well.

Suddenly, there was a thin splash of water in the well.

A gust of wind blew through the well, whining softly, instantly drowning out the slight splash.

At the well, the old man who kept vigil rolled over, muttered something, and fell into a deep sleep again.

In the depths of the well, an eerie green liquid slowly spreads out in the water, and the color becomes lighter and lighter with the passage of time.

Soon, the water was clear again, as if nothing had happened before.

Perceiving the changes in the well through her spiritual power, a strange smile slowly appeared on the witch's pale face.

This vial of "Kiss of Death" was a potion she had made specifically for the inhabitants of this town. Ordinary people do not have an accident immediately after drinking the added well water, but it will take a day or two before they have an attack.

According to her investigation, this well is one of the important water sources in the town of Grew, and it is the foundation of the people's livelihood in the town through underground water sources.

But anyone who lives in the town and castle of Gru will not be able to escape. By the time they find out something is wrong, it's too late.

In less than a week, this town will be a dead place!

A suppressed sense of evil pleasure made her whole body tremble.

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And at the same time, the kingdom of light and light.

Bell ~ Bell ~ Bell!

The crisp percussion sound came from the Shenbing Hall in front, with a unique rhythmic rhythm.

The Hall of Divine Weapons, which sounds like a very compelling name, is an important temple in the Kingdom of God, specializing in providing a steady stream of divine weapons and war equipment for the angels of war.

However, Wu Hui's current Divine Weapon Hall is in tatters, with only a furnace, a broken anvil, a level 2 blacksmith and two helpers, compared to the most glorious time of the Divine Soldier Hall, it is really cold.

However, even this humble Divine Weapon Hall is not easy to build.

The only blacksmith in the kingdom of God, and he also managed to get it out of a pile of tabula rasa heroic spirits, which can be regarded as his luck.

Wu Hui went to the front of the Divine Weapon Hall and floated in directly: "Jerome, you just sent someone to report that the first weapon is about to be built, let me take a look." ”

It's not that Wu Hui is unwilling to pretend to be solemn and serious in front of these gods, it's just that these gods themselves are at least devout believers, and after the transformation of Valhalla, they are implanted again to strengthen their loyalty.

No matter what tone they use to talk to them, they think that our Lord is right, and that everything our Lord says and does is right.

After a few times, Wu Hui became more and more lazy to pretend with them.

Before, Shenbing Hall had been producing tools, and he was not interested, and he hadn't come here for two days. But he is still very concerned about the weapons produced by the Divine Soldier Hall.

When most men are young, they are interested in weapons such as knives, guns, swords, and sticks, and he is no exception, but the pressures and other trivialities of life when they grow up make people feel less and less childlike.

What's more, Shenbing Hall doesn't produce weapons for fun.

With good weapons and equipment support, the armed groups under Wu Hui's command will become stronger and will reduce the sacrifices of believers.

That's right, Wu Hui longs for more gods in the kingdom of God to help him rebuild the kingdom of God as soon as possible, but this does not mean that he wants to see believers die on the battlefield.

A strong armed force is the only way to maintain the power of light and become stronger.

Hearing Wu Hui's voice, Jerome hurriedly ran out to salute.

Under the witness of Wu Hui, he personally unveiled the long sword that he had worked hard to build for nearly two days, and presented it to Wu Hui with both hands after quenching.

The body of this long sword is wide, the lines are smooth, the cold light on the sword body is flickering, and there is a faint trace of light power flowing throughout the body, and the appearance is very good-looking.

"Jerome, test the sharpness of your sword. Wu Hui ordered.

Jerome took the command and raised his sword to slash at a metal ingot.

Clang!

Sparks flew down, and the metal ingot was cut out of a sword mark several centimeters deep, and the blade had not even made a gap.

"Good sword, good sword. Wu Hui's eyes lit up and he was full of praise, "Jerome, you did a good job." ”

Wu Hui had personally seen believers fight, and the quality of weapons and equipment directly affected the results of the battle.

It is believed that if a Templar like Langdon had such a sword in hand, he would be able to break through the defense and kill the enemy with a single sword, even if the opponent was wearing chain mail.

"Thank you, my lord, for your praise. Jerome excitedly worshipped, "But this is not entirely the merit of the subjects, these collected metal materials are all materials for the sacred attributes of the construction of the palace of the kingdom of God, although they are not maintained under the corrosion of the passage of time, these sacred attribute materials are far inferior to the original. However, the materials used to craft mortal soldiers are much better than those used in the Nether. ”

I see.

Wu Hui understood the reason, and at the same time secretly sighed at the glory of the old God of Light at that time, even some of the building materials were made of the best materials with divine attributes, which was really extravagant.

But it is precisely because of this that Wu Hui is cheaper, and it can be regarded as contributing a small wave of inheritance to him.

Otherwise, even if Wu Hui wanted to create weapons and equipment for the believers now, he could only rely on the believers to collect refined iron from the mortal plane and sacrifice it through the gate of heaven.

It's too wasteful to come back and forth.

It's a little pity that because the kingdom of God continues to collapse, there is now only a small piece of the entire kingdom of God, and there is not much construction waste left.

After the construction waste here is used up, it will be Wu Hui's turn to find a way to collect materials by himself.

"Jerome. Wu Hui thought for a while and said, "I see that it will take you more than a day to build a long sword, what if you build a spear? Or rather, just build a spear head." ”

Most of the believers don't know how to fight, and according to the history and hegemony novels that Wu Hui has read before, ordinary soldiers use spears far better than other weapons.

"My lord, if you just build a spearhead, your subjects can build five a day. Jerome replied honestly.

"Five? is still too little. Wu Hui shook his head and said, "You can build more molds for mass production, and you can hand over the weapon polishing or something to ordinary gods." ”

"Do as my Lord God wills. Jerome nodded.

"Also, can plate mail or chain mail be done?" Wu Hui asked again.

"Yes, but it takes at least two or three months to make a set. ”

"Uh......" Wu Hui lost hope in the productivity of this world, of course, he vaguely remembered that there was a way to simplify the production process of chain mail, but he couldn't think about it for a while, so he had to say, "Then you better make the gun head first." ”

Go back and think about it, and then teach it to Jerome.

After dealing with this, Wu Hui was about to float away.

But at this moment, several gods walked towards the Divine Soldier Hall with some metal garbage.

Inadvertently, Wu Hui felt that something was wrong. These gods stumbled a little, and looked a little weak.

That's right, it's weakness.

Compared to the energetic appearance of the gods and people two days ago, their spirit and spirit are obviously much weaker now. It's just that they are all fighting their spirits, if it weren't for the vain footsteps when lifting heavy things, Wu Hui might not be able to see it.

"Godhead, what's the matter with these gods, are they sick?" Wu Hui asked.

"The people of God are hungry and weak, please provide them with food as soon as possible to replenish their energy, otherwise there will be irreparable consequences. ”

Sweat!

Hungry?

Wu Hui was stunned for a few seconds, the gods were still hungry?

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