Lord Modo, the male protagonist in the gossip of a group of orcs with long tongues, is not in the territory now, and after returning to the steel collar with the militia brigade, he did not enjoy the blessings of the legendary Qi people, but the old man Modo, who could eat meat no matter what, fell into the embarrassing situation of keeping the empty room alone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

To be precise, the little fox Helena was jealous, and she couldn't say anything about the long-legged chick Naya before, after all, she knew her before,.

Although the high priest of Tracy had enlightened her very early on, like the little dwarf Modo, a dazzling existence like black and shiny mouse feces on snow-white rice, it was impossible for her to enjoy it alone, but when there was a sharing opponent, she still couldn't stop the vinegar and started a secret war with the little in her mind, Medusa.

So Mo Duo was sad, guarding two superb women and the tender and delicious maids of the Lord's Mansion, but there was no chance to speak, so Mo Duo simply left the territory, under the pretext of continuing to patrol the Kunya Snow Mountain Range, in fact, to check the current situation of the brood.

Anyway, the affairs of the territory are still in order under the management of the jealous little fox, and a series of work on the production and expansion of the steel base has long been familiar to Pluto in charge, and Modo only needs to sign his name on the resolution, and naturally there are corresponding materials and manpower to be dispatched to meet the needs of the expansion of the steel base.

Still riding the fat dragon Xiao Hei alone to the place of the brood, the speed of the newly upgraded fat dragon has increased a lot, and after the fat on the body is transformed into strong muscles, the duration of high-intensity flight has also increased significantly.

The fat dragon who tasted the benefits of dragon stinging grass, in the recent time, stalking Mo Duo and pretending to be stupid and cute, just wanted Mo Duo to go to the Roland Empire to get some dragon stinging grass, Mo Duo could only tell Fat Dragon Xiao Hei firmly: "Don't talk about the door, there is not even a window." ”

As far as the output of the Roland Empire is concerned, the five dragon knights who supply themselves are still reluctant, how can there be any excess outflow, although he said that he rejected the fat dragon, but Mo Duo still thought in his heart: "Isn't there another dragon knight who has not dealt with it?" Maybe he still doesn't know how powerful the fat dragon is, and next time he makes the fat dragon pretend to be obscene, I can't figure out what else can I compare." ”

What he didn't know was that Manfred, the Red Baron who had been cheated by him, finally reluctantly settled the matter of losing the dragon nettle of the other three dragon knights on the condition of agreeing to countless humiliations, but it had long become a well-known joke in the Griffin Sky Cavalry Brigade of the Roland Empire.

"Fireproof, anti-theft, anti-little dwarfs Modo. "It has become their new slogan, with the reputation of the little dwarf in the stinky streets of the Roland Imperial Air Force, the only surviving dragon knight at present is definitely as far away from the little dwarf Modo, as far as he can hide.

When he saw the brood again, Modo was startled by the behemoth in front of him, and after only a few months, the brood's already bloated size became even larger, more than tripled, to say the least.

If it weren't for the wrong color, Modo might have mistaken it for the two sections of the train car from his previous life when he looked at it from a distance, but Modo didn't care more about the size of the brood at all, and he was attracted by the two stacks of large iron boxes neatly placed next to him.

"Welcome, my master. When Modo saw the brood, the greeting from the brood was also transmitted in his mind with a telepathic link.

"Brood, you have a good complexion. Mo Duo jumped down from the fat dragon Xiao Hei, who hovered at a low altitude of more than ten meters above the ground and refused to land, and said meaningless greetings by the way, because no one could see the complexion from the weirdly shaped brood.

Although the fat dragon's inner sanity told him that the strange creatures in front of him would not attack him, the tremor from his soul made him subconsciously stay as far away from the brood as possible.

Modo's feet were on the clean ground, and it was strange to say that since the brood hatched here, all the original snow had disappeared, and now the snow had melted, revealing the black dirt below the ground for miles.

The never-ending worker bees were busy, cleaning up the things in the grass roots on the surface, and finally decomposing into green nutrient solution into the body of the mother hive, and only a few months later, Niu Dali observed on the dragon's back that except for the mother nest and the worker bees it made, there were no creatures within a radius of more than ten miles, not even ants.

"According to your orders, my master has produced a total of one thousand and sixty muskets during this time, all in those iron boxes, but there are not many ingots left behind from last time, and if you continue to produce them, you will need more ingots and magic crystals. "The brood has sent a new message.

At the same time, its belly like a train carriage kept squirming, and Modo knew from the information transmitted by the brood that it was the place where it produced its muskets, the strange flesh furnace.

Modo was overjoyed to hear this, before the major progress in the barrel forging technology of the steel base, the speed of the manufacture of muskets has always been Modo's most dissatisfied point, and so far a total of two companies of kobold musketeers have been equipped, you must know that Modo intends to replace all the infantry composed of ordinary orcs into musketeers.

Although it is said that in the past few months of attacking the fortress group of Blackstone Fort, more than 200 muskets have been made one after another, but the first batch of muskets produced has already reached the verge of scrapping the barrel after a long period of training and fighting, and in desperation, Master Modo can only replace those old muskets with more than 200 muskets.

So Modo, who had an extra musket source out of thin air, was excited, and he quickly opened an iron box and looked at it.

Ten brand-new muskets were neatly placed in the small iron box, and the surface of the muskets was glossy with a thin layer of oil, which was a mixture of grease secreted by the brood to prevent rust from the muskets.

Modo took a few muskets and compared them carefully, and another benefit of the brood was revealed, that is, the brood basically made every part of each musket, and there was no difference in various sizes, or it was impossible to distinguish the difference with Modo's naked eye.

This also means that the parts on each musket are universal, and in future battles, the musketeers of the Iron Collar can even use a few damaged muskets to piece together a usable one, and the outcome of the war is not determined by countless such small details!

As soon as Mo Duo, who was in a good mood, raised his hand, a fourth-level wind magic crystal was thrown into the mouth of the mother nest that kept opening and closing, and Lord Mo Duo was like rewarding his orcs and fat dragon mounts, giving benefits if he didn't agree with him.

It's just that he forgot that the circuit of the brain of the mysterious brood may be different, and after the brood quickly spit out the magic crystal into her stomach, a message came again: "Master Modo, the energy required for the next promotion is not enough to rely on this magic crystal alone......"