And under normal circumstances, the nuclear bomb launch is a high-altitude explosion to promote the maximum spread of radiation, Roger does not have this condition, can only detonate on the spot, although this will reduce the radiation range, but the explosion range is more serious on the surface.

What's more, the optical radiation, thermal radiation and shock wave emitted by the detonation of a nuclear warhead are not the main means of attack, but nuclear radiation is. Seven or eight hundred high-yield nuclear bombs were detonated at the same time, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the Kingdom of Narnia will not want to see any living creatures in the next few hundred years.

With a 'heavy' heart, Roger hummed a little song and planted mushrooms one by one in this land belonging to the Kingdom of Narnia. And I have to admit that magic is such a good thing. Roger spun around twenty-four hours a day, never closing his eyes since he came here, either growing mushrooms or on the way to the mushroom planting site, during which all kinds of magic played a big role.

Not to mention anything else, the fact that Santa Claus and the old lion didn't come to the door is enough to prove the power of the illusion spell. Of course, the magic of the scope of the peaceful guard also played a considerable role.

It's just that the process of repeating the process of burying mines is a little more boring, and even more tedious than dropping nuclear bombs. At least infiltrating a military base can scare two people with the rest of the polyjuice potion, which doesn't work at all in the Kingdom of Narnia.

Because there are no real humans in the Kingdom of Narnia, and the polyjuice decoction can only act on the transformation of the form between people... At this moment, Roger more than once complained that he did not have the talent of Animagus to transform, otherwise he would have turned into an animal and penetrated into the enemy, planting a mushroom under the bed of the old lion Aslan, and relieving his hatred when he thought about it.

But, of course... Since there is no Animagus deformed, at this important moment when he needs to quietly enter the village, Roger can only think about it. Anyway, the nuclear leveling of the entire Narnia Kingdom is basically a sure thing, and it would be like that if you don't blow up the old lion alone...

Roger's self-confidence is entirely due to the fact that he has not eaten, drank, sleeped, hurried to use phantom transformation, and directly maintained a high intensity of hard work for half a month.

It's also thanks to the fact that this product has a good body to support, otherwise whoever comes over will be overtired for two days and die suddenly on an unknown small dirt slope.

After all, Roger's spiral mine burying method has almost measured the entire continent where the Kingdom of Narnia is located with his feet.

Speaking of this, Roger still has someone to thank, if it weren't for the fact that the White Witch Queen was at war with them at the beginning, and there was a particularly obvious map hanging in the old lion's tent, Roger's practice of burying mines might have been dizzy before he planted two laps.

The map is a good thing, and with the reference to the names of the places marked above, he can barely guarantee that the coverage area will be relatively uniform after the nuclear bomb explodes, so as not to waste one place and leave another place blank.

But even so, Roger planted an average of fifty mushrooms a day without stopping, barely enough to get it done a few days before Santa's estimated cosmic collision day.

You must know that as far as the entire continent is concerned, the beaver hut, the ancient stone table, and the battlefield where the white witch fought the old lion can all be regarded as the central area of the continent, which belongs to the kingdom of Narnia.

When Roger buried the penultimate nuclear bomb in the ground, he was already at the southernmost point of the continent, near the small coastal harbor belonging to the Calemon Kingdom.

The kingdom of Calmen is separated from the kingdom of Narnia by a vast southern desert, where Roger ate a lot of sand when he planted mines.

"Whew~ It's finally done," the boy leaned on his waist, looking up to the sky with a palpitating expression and letting out a sigh.

His body is not very tired, the key is that he is about to be unable to endure such a boring process mentally. In the previous life, if you want to take out this kind of spiritual head to learn, it should not be a problem to mix a name called a beast to sell the fairy medicine that cures all diseases on the TV station in the future.

There was still a nuclear bomb in the bag of the Traceless Stretching Charm, a large mushroom that Roger had prepared to keep as a detonator. After all, he can't release an attack that can detonate a nuclear bomb, so he can only rely on the nuclear explosion of another nuclear bomb to 'ignite'.

As for how this nuclear bomb was detonated ... Roger said that the mushroom was left behind not only because of its size, but also because he had the instructions for the detonation of the nuke... It is purely handwritten and the content is well described.

After all, ordinary people don't have much resistance to the sneak attack control of the Dementor Curse. Roger only controlled a few of the missile troops' engineers, and he got this important information in his hands.

After feeling the tedious preparations, the boy habitually phantomed forward, and it didn't take long to reach the southernmost coastal town, Shasta Bay.

As one of the places that can be marked on the map, this small town belonging to the kingdom of Calemon can be imagined to be prosperous. The streets are full of bustling herds of people (beasts?)... The kangaroo selling crabs at the end of the street, the minotaur haggling, the irascible dwarf who always knocks on people's legs and yells to give way, the cyclops who acts as a doorman and bodyguard for the tavern, the centaur who pulls goods and the rabbit merchant who yells at him not to be lazy... Except for the fact that there are no people, it's more lively than Diagon Alley in London.

Roger, who looked like a dusty man, easily blended into the crowd as soon as he arrived, and he had already removed the illusion charm. After half a month of hard work, he finally solved the things that should be done, and he could finally eat and drink freely.

Although I just said that I don't eat or drink, it's just an exaggerated way of describing it, and no matter how time is pressing, there is still a gap to cast a clear spring like water magic.

Although Roger can't die if he doesn't eat, but hunger is the most tormenting, God knows that this foodie who can't cook is hungry and hungry...

With his teeth swaggering, Roger swaggered into the town's most popular tavern. Hiring a doorman more than four meters tall to stand guard in front of the door is better than any signboard and advertisement, and whoever drinks too much and wants to make trouble has to weigh whether the pair of arms as thick as the waist of a half-sheep man can afford it.

As soon as you enter the tavern, the lively atmosphere inside is shocking, all kinds of strange creatures and animals mingle with all kinds of animals to eat and drink, and a few naked female half-sheep people are nimble to serve wine and food to each table.

The boss sitting at the counter is also quite attractive. It was a rather fat brown bear, sitting like a man in a large chair, and was expertly wiping a square wine glass with a sackcloth. The front paws are black and shiny, and they look like they are often taken care of.

Roger glanced around, picked a corner where no one was and sat down, and the skilled half-sheep waitress immediately came over and smiled sweetly, the goatee on her chin trembling with her movements.

"Oh my God, young, well... Mr. Dwarf, you look so tall!" the female half-sheep complimented in surprise after looking at Roger.

This sentence can almost be regarded as the opening sentence of dealing with dwarves, after all, even if the racial talent is short, he also likes to be praised for his tall stature.

However, as soon as Roger, who was a pure human being, heard this, his face turned black on the spot. There's no denying that he's a little lower than his age, but he hasn't fallen off the normal average yet, right?

Compared with Roger, who was choked by a sentence and lost his voice, the half-sheep waitress was also guessing about the race of the young man in front of him... What she said just now was not polite, but really surprised. She was very skeptical that Roger would be the product of some dwarf's interracial love affair with a giant.

You must know that there are no pure humans in the world of Narnia, only various minotaurs, centaurs, half-sheep, dwarves, giants, and other humanoid races... And the only ones that are closest to humans in terms of body shape and appearance are dwarves and giants. The gap between Roger's head and the giant is even greater.

As for why the half-sheep hostess couldn't guess Roger's human identity... Even if the old lion didn't do his best to cover up a few humans in his country who helped him overthrow the White Witch Queen's rule, ordinary people wouldn't have inquired about what the victors of the neighboring wars looked like.

Not to mention anything else, how many people here know about the supreme commanders of both sides of the India-Pakistan war next door?

Therefore, Roger, who wanted to have a stable meal, could only grit his teeth and acquiesce to the identity of the dwarf...

The half-sheep waitress standing at the table saw the guest's ugly face, knew that she had said the wrong thing, and thought that it was too tall to poke at the sore spot of the 'half-blood' identity, so she swallowed back the words she had said about dealing with the dwarf, and asked cautiously: "Uh, may I ask the guest... Do you need to order something? The walrus caught yesterday is very fat, and the walrus stew and walrus stew are just right now..."

Roger waved his hand and interrupted the waitress to introduce the dishes: "Needless to say, all the dishes you have here will be served to me first, and I will decide what to order after tasting the taste." ”

The smile on the waitress's face suddenly closed, thinking that what she had just said offended the guests and was harassed, but I couldn't see any scenes of hospitality in the tavern, and this kind of small means was nothing at all.

The female half-sheep man immediately whispered, "I'm sorry, sir, we don't offer tastings here, and all the dishes ordered are paid for by you." ”

Roger blinked, happy: "Just talking a little nonsense... If I don't pay the bill, will you help me pay it? Hurry up and serve me food, I'll be starved all the way..."

The half-sheep waitress was about to say something, but when the words came to her lips, she changed her words and said, "That... Okay sir, please wait, the food will be delivered shortly. ”

This is because she suddenly found that she seemed to have misunderstood Roger's meaning, here the giant is not only known for its size, the name of the rice bucket is also resounding throughout the continent, and the identity of the guest in front of her 'half-blood', if he inherits the giant's meal, ordering all the dishes should not be enough for him to eat... You must know that the doorman who poked the sign at the door had to go in with all the income of the day when the tavern was open.

And Roger, who was ignorant of all this, put his arm on the table, supported his cheek with his hand, nodded like an uncle, and didn't speak again.

Despite the fact that the tavern business is booming and there are many customers, the speed of food preparation is not slow at all, and a few bottles of special drinks to be appetized have not yet been drunk, and the dishes full of game are served like flowers.

This makes Roger have to suspect that the kitchen is cooking an octopus...

Most of the food served is meat products, and the dishes are simple, except for a cheese called Eswell cheese, most of them are grilled meats and stews, such as roast deer steak, venison stew, roast lamb shank, roast rabbit leg, beef stew, etc.

But no matter what, these are all cooked foods, several times stronger than what Roger has been filling his stomach for half a month, and there is nothing to be picky about...

The leg of lamb in his left hand and the elephant chop in his right hand, Roger, who was chewing on the pan-fried piranha in his mouth, ate it heartily. As for the payment of the bills... Well, he was going to eat the overlord meal from the moment he entered the door, so he was said to be a dwarf and put up with it.

And in such a crowded place, revealing his whereabouts that have been hidden for so long, Roger's purpose is not only to satisfy his appetite, but also to test how far Santa's intelligence ability can go.

After Roger had finished the two tables of food, and was about to tell the half-sheep waitress that Lao Tzu had no money, Santa Claus, dressed in a festive red robe, pushed the door open and walked in.

The bustling tavern fell silent for a moment, and then everyone greeted the fat old man with a white beard standing at the door.

During the years when the Kingdom of Narnia was frozen by the White Witch Queen, the Kingdom of Calemon did not suffer, and families with children were visited by Santa Claus every Christmas, so it can be said that Santa Claus is the real household name on this continent.

Roger's eyes lit up even more when he saw Santa Claus, pointed his finger over, and said to the waitress: "All the accounts are on him, don't forget to add a few more zeros to the bill." ”

When Santa Claus heard this, he smiled and nodded to the half-sheep, agreeing with the boy's undisciplined approach.

Then he looked at Roger again and said, "Come on, go out for a walk with me?"

Roger glanced at the crowd in the tavern, and when he saw that everyone was looking at this side, he picked up his suitcase and stood up: "I didn't expect you to be so famous here, idol star..."

"Work requires," Santa Claus smiled gently, "and it's tiring to always do the work in secret." ”

"That's true," Roger, who had been deeply touched recently, nodded quite pertinently.