After nodding to the bunnies, the little dwarf Modo continued to watch the Gundam training in the field.

At the same time, the old rabbit man stood just two steps behind Mo Duo, introducing a series of situations to the little dwarf about the Gundam training base;

"Unexpectedly, in this inconspicuous small training base, there is still a good talent, and it is a bit of a waste to be a logistics supervisor here. Modo thought to himself.

On the surface, he remained silent, and continued to listen to the introduction of the old rabbit man: "Although there are only eighteen Gundam units in the base at present, the Lord's Mansion has arranged as many as thirty-six drivers for the Gundam; ”

"On the other hand, it is to increase their sense of competition among themselves, each Gundam does not have a fixed driver at all, in short, only the eighteen people with the most outstanding skills are qualified to operate first, and the rest are all reserves and substitutes. "When I first told the little dwarf, the old rabbit man was still a little reserved.

But later, as he introduced him, the little dwarf kept nodding his head in approval, and his self-confidence began to grow up significantly.

"What is the effect of such competition?" asked Modo.

"Very good. It seems that he thought of some kind of experience in his heart that he felt very empathetic.

The old man of the rabbit man sighed: "In fact, in the heart of every orc, there is a wild heart that is invincible on the battlefield, and there is a dream of winning countless glory for the orc race on the battlefield; ”

"It's just that in the past, because of the physical disadvantage of our weak race, this dream could only appear in our respective dreams, and this situation was not completely changed until the appearance of you, Lord Modo. Speaking of this, the old man of the rabbit man looked embarrassed.

Speaking of this, the old man actually choked up, couldn't say any more, and saluted the little dwarf Modo again: "Thank you, respected Lord Modo, you are really the great god of war, giving us the light of hope of these weak races, you are the light of the divine dwarf." ”

Although the old rabbit man's words were not finished, Master Mo Duo basically understood the meaning that this old man wanted to express, but the name 'Dwarf Light' made Master Mo Duo sound like he always had an inexplicable feeling, which was very strange.

Before he appeared, the way of war in the Orc Empire was all close melee combat, and this method was the most cruel hell for a weak race with weak flesh and little vindictiveness and magic.

Even the most powerful warriors in their clan are remarkable for the combat effectiveness of ordinary human mercenaries, and often a capable mercenary of the slave fighting regiment can overthrow a large group of their tribal warriors;

So for thousands of years, the orc tradition was that the powerful orc race was in charge of the battle, and the weaker races attached themselves to them, providing them with all kinds of supplies and logistics in battle.

This extremely embarrassing situation has been the greatest pain in the hearts of the disadvantaged races for thousands of years, until the appearance of the little gnome and the bringing with him such things as muskets and iron ball bombs.

When using the musket and the iron ball bomb, these two magical weapons finally pulled them to a fair starting point with those powerful races, and as long as the musket can be picked up and the trigger can be pulled, the power released has nothing to do with the user's strength at all.

What surprised them even more was that since the emergence of artillery, a powerful god of war, they had discovered a huge advantage of their own.

The Great Creator is fair, and when he didn't give them strong flesh, he compensated them well for his talent in shooting, which he didn't know how much stronger than the powerful orc race.

Especially in terms of artillery aiming, a powerful orc with a head full of muscle bumps is a huge problem.

However, these skills can be easily mastered by the weak races, and now in the several artillery divisions of the Iron Collar, more than 80% of the sights are all mastered by the weak races such as dwarves, cat people, and rabbit people.

If the above combat methods are all long-range attacks, so that the weak races can't experience the thrill of hand-to-hand combat in close combat, these eighteen Gundams can be regarded as completely satisfying them, for all the beautiful dreams in the war, even if this thing, Master Modo can only make a few eighteen units......

"By the way, according to the current training intensity, can the high-grade magic crystals of the fire system still be supplied?" the little dwarf Modo asked with concern.

With more and more things at hand, Mo Duo can no longer understand many specific situations in the territory as clearly as before, and this is also a process of decentralization that must be experienced as a superior, and the secondary matters are handed over to the relevant subordinates, otherwise he will not be able to manage it from exhaustion.

Hearing this, the old rabbit man quickly adjusted his emotions, pulled himself out of his emotion, and replied: "The supply of high-grade fire magic crystals is very sufficient, it is said that in the battle with the Burning Legion more than three years ago, a large number of fire magic crystals were obtained from the corpses of the dead of the Burning Legion, which can consume a very long time. ”

The little dwarf suddenly patted his head, how could he ignore such a point; most of the troops of the Burning Legion have the possibility of obtaining such things as magic crystals, and it may be related to the environment of the abyss and hell, and most of the attributes of the magic crystals produced by the Burning Legion are the fire systems that Modo urgently needs.

"If only there were more Gundam things. Modo estimated the inventory of the rich fire-type magic crystals now, and thought so in his heart......

After another half hour or so, all the eighteen Gundams in the field stopped training, and the pilots and reserve personnel all walked towards Modo.

Mo Duo took a look, and among the thirty-six drivers in total, sixteen were gnomes, six were halflings, four were rat people, rabbit people, and cat people each accounted for four people, and the last two were goblins.

Therefore, Lord Mo Duo looked at it, and among the thirty-six drivers, none of them could surpass him in height, which undoubtedly made Master Mo Duo's mood very happy.