Far away in Ortrenburg, Wren could not have imagined how a small handbook of ordinary chemistry and physics on Earth would change the world. Pen~fun~Ge www.biquge.info he won't even understand that Chinese characters are not the first time they have appeared in this world. Of course, it's because he doesn't know that it makes the world a lot more interesting, doesn't it?

The uncontrolled future will make people look forward to the passage of time.

Not long after he came out of Ortlenburg Junior College, Cooper hurriedly appeared in front of Wren, his clothes without a trace of wrinkles, his hair was meticulous, and his face was covered with simple light makeup, completely aristocratic style. He owed, "Your Excellency Lord of the City, there is a convoy from the Imperial Capital, and their leader says that he has brought you what you need on the orders of His Majesty Pars. ”

Wren paused and turned his face to look at Cooper, "Where's the man?"

"Outside the city, I've put them under the watchful eye of the Black Armor Army, waiting for your orders, my lordship. ”

Wren looked apologetically at Celeste, and the little girl's eyes showed a faint disappointment and regret. As Wren swept away the rebellion in the province of Bell, he had less and less time to spare. The little girl could feel that there were constantly people going to the City Lord's Mansion to meet Wren with some kind of purpose. Some people can avoid it, but some people always have to be treated. Each reception lasts as little as forty or fifty minutes and as much as two or three hours.

Wren has less and less time to spend with her, and for the first time in recent times, an opportunity like this has been made. Although she was very disappointed, Celeste didn't play a little trick, she pouted, reluctantly lifted the corner of her skirt and bent her knees, "Okay, Brother Wren, I'll go back first, and you have to come back early." ”

Wren stroked her silky flaxen hair and nodded with a smile, "Okay, this is our agreement, I will definitely come back early." ”

Seeing Celeste disappear from sight, Wren's smile gradually retracted, and he glanced at Cooper, "Let's go, by the way, tell me if the security situation here has deteriorated during my absence." ”

The two of them turned over and rode slowly, and Cooper was slightly half a horse behind Wren. It was too far away for Wren to hear his own voice, and Cooper was about to speak loudly, losing his demeanor. Going hand in hand, and violating the dignity between classes, so the distance between half a horse's body is just right, and it is respectful enough to Wren, and there is no need to shout loudly.

After Wren left Ortlenburg, the crime rate not only did not rise, but showed a downward trend. Although the black-armored warriors who went out with him before suffered a lot of losses, the living people enjoyed respectable social status and war dividends, and these people, including their families, became one of the vested interests. As vested interests, they are bound to make their own contribution to the stability of Ortlenburg.

Promoting Wren's goodness is only one aspect, and reducing trouble for Wren, the city lord, is what they should do. In particular, some disabled veterans, some of whom were less seriously disabled, were assigned to the garrison, and they called in their former comrades-in-arms and spontaneously patrolled the city. Coupled with Wren's consistent unrelenting attitude towards vicious cases, it has effectively curbed the rise of crime. Crime also has a cost, and when the cost of committing a crime outweighs the benefits, criminals tend to give up on crime.

Risking death for the sake of a salary that can be earned for hard work is no longer an option for the people of Ortlenburg. Maybe they used to choose this way, because they couldn't find a way to live except crime, and now Wren has given them more jobs and job opportunities. Compared with a stable life, people are still willing to work in exchange for money. Those who were full of brutality in their bones and were unwilling to work in peace also followed the recruits of the leaders of the previous group of armed forces to attack the territories of other nobles.

It's complicated to say, but it's actually quite simple.

Either work honestly, or risk your life to find someone else to fight for a wealth and future, taking care of different needs in all aspects. If you are not willing to work hard and are not willing to work...... , Gallows welcomes you to the show.

Greeting along the way, Wren crossed the small half of the city and left the city gates. In an open space outside the city, nearly a thousand black-armored soldiers stood still like a stone forest, and the elites from the imperial capital who were surrounded by them in the middle had already turned pale and had a cold sweat on their faces.

It's terrible, Ortlenburg is really not a good place. These black-armored soldiers stood there without moving, they hadn't even shaken their bodies for more than half an hour, if it weren't for the fact that they could clearly see the smart eyes under their faces, these soldiers from the imperial capital almost thought that these were armor racks, and there was no one in them at all.

The murderous aura was like a real dance with the wind, making these old soldiers who were pampered in the imperial capital cold all over, and their hands and feet were numb, for fear that a wrong action would cause them to react violently.

Seeing Cooper and Wren, the leader of the team immediately squeezed out a flattering smile, and the previous arrogance was swept away. He nodded and greeted Wren, and held the reins for Wren with his own hands.

Not far away, three wagons stopped, sewn together in the skins. Animal skins are waterproof, other textiles are not, and obviously these people are not all stupid.

"Lift them all up, let Lord Wren inspect them!", the leader scolded with a cold face, and the soldiers immediately obeyed as farmers honestly, and lifted the hide cover little by little, revealing the contents of the carriage. As soon as the leader turned his head, his face was as cold as frost and his face was covered with ice slag, and suddenly turned into a spring breeze in March, and he smiled very intimately, "My lord, do you want to count it?"

Wren turned over and dismounted, ignoring the man, he walked to the side of the carriage with a ripple in his eyes, and sighed incessantly, although the world was in some ways far behind the earth. But there are also some things that are completely impossible to make on earth.

For example, the charged grid launcher on this carriage can be activated once with twenty standard units of Tiberium hedrons, and each time it is activated, it will shoot the equivalent of a level 7 offensive magic from a fork-like generator. It was a strategic magic that was like a fishing net, fifty meters long, twelve meters wide, and two hundred meters long. Once it erupts, everything in front of you is cut into fist-sized cubes, whether it's people, trees, or whatever.

Perhaps only the stone will escape.

The palm of his hand touched the cold metallic texture, and Wren nodded with satisfaction, this thing is definitely a weapon of mass destruction. One shot out, as long as the opponent maintains a dense formation, it is enough to tear tens of thousands of people apart in an instant! Whether it is offensive or defensive, it is definitely top-level equipment. Of course, this launcher was not given to Wren, but borrowed. Once the use is over, it is returned to the Imperial Family. This powerful, lethal weapon has always been under the strictest supervision of the Empire.

The responsibility of these soldiers who followed, in addition to escorting, was to ensure that the launcher was not destroyed or "stolen".

The other two cars were piled high with cut Tiberium hedrons, enough to allow the launcher to fire more than fifty times, and Pars had invested enough money to deal with the threat posed by the Byronic Empire's infiltration into the empire from the barbarian settlements. In terms of Empress Pars's secret decree to Wren, if the infiltration and invasion of the Byron Empire can be prevented, even if the entire black barbarian race is slaughtered, it is worth it.

"Is there still an archmage in the empire who can release seventh-level spells now?", Wren thought of an archmage who could release the power grid technique.

The leader immediately stepped forward, "There is only one archmage, but there are three more sages. ”

Mages are the same as other professions, from level 1 to level 9, the first five levels can only be regarded as beginners, but if they have entered the sixth level, they are enough to truly be called a mage. The Mage (6th level), the Grand Mage (7th level), the Sage (8th level), and the Dominator (9th level), among which the Dominator has not appeared for more than 400 years, and it is said that it is related to some kind of mysterious world change.

Wren soon came to his senses, and he asked about release, not how much was left. In terms of mages, the Empire is far superior to the Full Moon and Byron Empire. However, it does not mean that with high-end combat power, you can win the full moon and Byron, otherwise Orlando would have eliminated these two countries with constant friction a long time ago. The Elemental Knights of the Full Moon and Byron's Half-Dragonmen are enough to form a counterweight to the Mage, the Elemental Knights' resistance and affinity for magic is outrageous, and the Half-Dragonman Legion is directly immune to damage caused by most regular magic.

In addition, the existence of the Spellbreaker also made magic, a plug-in character that violated the science of war, lose its real utility, and gradually withdrew from the stage of war, thus becoming a scholar who specializes in the study of various magical equipment like an alchemist, rather than a "destroyer".

"You've worked hard along the way. Wren finally smiled, and he patted the leader on the shoulder, who bent over in flattery. He is also a well-informed person in the imperial capital, and compared to a bachelor like Niya who does not care about national affairs, this leader's understanding of Wren is too deep. In some circles, Wren has been equated with the butcher. Whether it's the Balatan massacre or the recent Battle of Millin, which quelled the turmoil, this young nobleman kills like mowing grass.

A mountain of stubble and heads, just hearing these rumors makes many people tremble.

Being able to be given a good look by such a person is enough for him to brag about it for half a year after he will be in the imperial capital.

"It's not hard, it should be, it's all for the Orlando Empire!", he is very modest, without the arrogance unique to the people of the imperial capital.

Wren turned to look at Cooper, "Let Harvey find a few people who are familiar with the jungle to persuade the black barbarians one last time, and tell them that they either surrender or destroy the clan." (To be continued.) )