Just before sunset, Merlin Avery had just entered the lab with the alchemic ingredients he had chosen, when an apprentice hiding in the shadows grinned, tiptoed down the alley, and strode toward the former chief apothecary's quarters. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Master, master!" the apprentice couldn't help but exclaim as soon as he entered the door, "I see, that kid has gone to the laboratory, bringing with him a lot of alchemy ingredients that should have belonged to you!"

The sad-faced Satum apothecary sat in a sturdy oak chair and clutched a half-full brass cup in his hand. Hearing the apprentice's call, he barely lifted his eyelids and cast a glance.

"Genius, still a hard-working genius. Satum's apothecary's voice was somewhere between muttering and babbling, barely audible even to the few cronies and apprentices who accompanied him," he went to the lab...... Well, that's ...... How?"

"Master, then you just watched as your authority was stolen by that hairy boy?" a close apprentice looked indignant. He had a reason to do so, and as the status of the Satum apothecaries declined, life was going to be difficult for these apprentices of their cronies.

"That kid...... It doesn't belong here. Satum the apothecary took a sip of ale, he liked the taste of ale, he loved it madly, but in order to keep his hands from shaking, he had not drunk so freely for a long time. "I just thought, hey, it's too late to understand, it's a competition that doesn't outweigh the losses. ”

Another apprentice moved his eyes, "Master, you mean that the kid is leaving soon?" This is a good thing, because as soon as Merlin Avery leaves, the crown of chief apothecary of Scrap Iron will return to Satum's head.

"Yes, he's not going to stay here...... Too long. Satum snorted and put the glass on the table, spilling a large piece of tan liquor, "Old Ola...... It's the guy who makes Victor's leader very awe-inspired, and he's a big man at the rebel headquarters. Avery is the genius pharmacist he found to focus on cultivating, Scrap Iron Town...... Too small to fit them...... Belch. ”

The cronies and apprentices around Satum nodded their heads and exchanged ears, with a mixture of joy and jealousy on their faces. Only the two of them had slightly different expressions, especially the apprentice who had come to report the news, who seemed to be trying to make a happy look, but always had the feeling of wearing a bitter mask.

"It seems that we don't have to do anything, just wait a while, and the master will be able to restore his status. The highest-ranking apprentice - and at the same time another strange-looking fellow - said, forcing himself to smile, "In that case, fellow friends, Master Satum, please allow me to retire first. ”

Satum waved his hand drunkenly, indicating that he had agreed to the apprentice's request. What he didn't notice was that the apprentice didn't wait for his permission to go straight to the door and make a covert gesture to the apprentice who had come to report the news.

The two of them left Master Satum's house one after the other, but they didn't go far before they met in a relatively hidden corner of the outer wall of the house.

"What's the matter, why is this guy Satum so decadent all of a sudden?" the apprentice who came to report the news muttered a little angrily, "I really saw the devil, I thought he would be unwilling to lose his status and continue to rush over and make a big fuss." ”

"Because he's not quite a complete idiot yet. The second apprentice pursed his lips, seemingly disapproving of the former's complaints, "Satum has occupied the position of chief pharmacist for so many years, do you think he really has no ability?

"I can't even configure the Extreme Speed Elixir, what kind of ability is it?" the apprentice who reported the news let out a short sneer through his nose, "And what kind of purification flash, the purification efficiency is not even half, it's really laughing." ”

"He's a wild guy, and he's not a great talent like us who has gone through the academy. The second apprentice subconsciously raised his hand and brushed it lightly over his chest, where there was nothing, and he did not wear a badge to prove his identity as a pharmacist, and then clenched his fists a little helplessly. "It's okay if we don't stir up chaos, we can go and set up some alchemy traps, and tonight, their good days will come to an end. ”

"This is a day I've been looking forward to for a long time. The apprentice licked his lips and was about to leave the hidden corner, when he took a step and his body stiffened as if it were frozen.

"What's wrong with you?" his companion nudged him, puzzled, "go ahead and set it up, we don't have much time left." ”

"You're running out of time. A hateful voice said, "Now, too-of-the-Empire, pray for the Father's forgiveness!"

The second apprentice looked up, his body stiffening like his companion. He saw Taktatu the Swiftwalker standing around the corner of the alley, surrounded by shadowy figures. The rebel scouts had surrounded the area, and with a gesture from Taktattu, powder guns were pointed at the two spies, their muzzles flashing with a cold light that heralded death.

"Wait a minute, I have information to ......"

The spy's voice was drowned out by the thunderous sound of gunfire. In order to ensure that their identities would not be revealed, they did not carry any alchemical items that did not match their apprenticeship status, so that they were torn to pieces without any defense under the close range of gunpowder guns.

When they died, they were full of remorse.

One of the spies was a near-high-level molten gold warrior, and the other was a senior apothecary, and if the conditions of a fair duel were placed, the scouts who were not even junior molten gold warriors would be quickly slaughtered, and even the Swiftwalker Takattu would have little hope of escaping.

Takattu didn't know that he had killed two of the best spies in the Minnesota city-state, and that he had missed important information. After venting his anger with a burst of heartfelt shooting, he ordered the arrest of Satum Apothecary and all his cronies, imprisoned him on charges of collaborating with the enemy, and then returned to the gang station in Scrap Iron alone to report the results of the surveillance to the leader of Victor.

This was the second mistake he made that afternoon, not arranging for a guard post to be on guard, and the two mistakes combined were fatal.

Trusting Taktatu's loyalty and prudence, Victor made a mistake as well. He thought that after taking out the spies and traitors, Scrap Iron would have at least a few weeks of respite.

So at nightfall, the leader of Victor pulled up the Taktatu with pepper sausages, smoked sturgeon, goat cheese, and two jars of ale, and approached Old Ola to feed him.

Although the food is cooked at an average level and the ale wine is not mellow, it is already a rare gourmet meal in Scrap Iron Town. Old Ola is a fierce molten warrior, but he is not cautious, and he can remember not to get drunk, which can be regarded as a trace of vigilance in his heart.

Because of this, when night fell and the sound of propellers suddenly sounded in the distance, the first person to react was not Victor Leader, not Scout Captain Taktatu, nor Mentor Gold Molten Warrior Old Ola, but a loyal night guard.

He also became the first victim of the night attack.

As soon as the sharp horn sounded, it was dumbfounded by the "poof" sound of continuous fire from the pneumatic rifle. The night guard fell out of the tower with a heel, and his body covered with wounds was completely dead before he could hit the ground.

Exclamations erupted, accompanied by the flash of gunpowder guns and gun counter-attacks, disturbing the silence over Scrap Iron Town. The resistance was far superior to a rabble of gangsters, and had more than one battle with the city guards of the Minnesota city-state, but several spontaneous resistances were quickly crushed in the face of the winged troops, who had the air superiority, and the melted gold warehouses, laboratories, and troop stations were all devastated.

When Merlin Avery returned to the Space-Time Anchor, the ground was littered with ruins and ruins that he almost thought he hadn't left the City of Wisdom. The lab's sturdy roof had been completely torn down, and a few charred fragments remained of the sturdy table that once filled the gold-melting equipment. The light of the fire poured in through the cracks in the walls, illuminating the dust that filled the air.

The sound of explosions, the groans of the wounded, the hum of wing-wing propellers, and the continuous firing of pneumatic rifles converged into a dark hymn heralding the loss of countless lives, echoing over the scrap metal town that had become a battlefield.

Avery cautiously approached a toppled wall, peering out of the scorched window. He saw dragon-like red, blue, and green wings hovering in the air, occasionally dropping alchemical incendiary bombs filled with fiery gel, he saw rebel fighters flee from burning buildings and become prey to swooping wingers, and he saw the brave fight back with guns raised, and the cowards scattered, but they were all killed by a rain of bullets from pneumatic rifles, with the only difference being a bullet in the chest or in the back.

There is no hope of victory in this battle. Although he did not understand military affairs, Avery believed that his judgment could not be wrong. The rebels were not brave enough, but courage did not make up for the huge disparity in strength and numbers.

The pilots of the Flying Wings are at least intermediate or higher molten gold warriors, and the city guard soldiers who come from all sides are well-armed, and the captains are all junior molten gold warriors, and ordinary soldiers also have a lot of experience in fighting molten gold warriors. In contrast, the heavily battered rebels were already less than one-fifth of the opponents, and those who were able to put on their pants were lucky in the event of a hasty attack.

"It is necessary to leave immediately, while the encirclement has not yet been completely formed. Avery quickly made the right judgment, he took a bottle of alloy solution from the potion pack, bit the cork and swallowed it in his mouth, then hesitated and draped the flying death cloak over his shoulder.

"Now, I need to create a little bit of confusion, first in the direction of the breakout and then in the opposite direction. Avery thought quickly, looking for a safe escape from the knowledge of ancient civilizations in his memory, "The Thundering Stone is a good choice, but unfortunately there are only two...... The rest can only be replaced with dazzling glitter, hoping that the magnesium powder on the body is enough. ”

"Well, then, it's now......" Avery raised his hand, and was just about to throw a thundering stone that had been activated by molten gold, but at this moment, a loud sound like the sky was shattering suddenly in his ears, which shook Avery and his ears buzzed, and his eyes turned black.

The stone wall, which was already heavily tilted, shattered like crystal smashed by a hammer, and the flying shards "swished" in front of Ivory, almost leaving blood on his face.

"Chariot Ora, I haven't seen you for a few years, you are old, and your skills have regressed a lot. A gruff voice—especially familiar to Avery Eyry—was laughing loudly, "It's not that difficult for me to resist the fateful charge that claims to be able to threaten the Molten Gold Master." ”

"Full of big words, Golden Knight Brick, did your multiple blows tear my repulsive shield?" Old Ola's voice came clearly through the roaring smoke and dust, "In the name of the god of freedom, I don't want to lose both of you here, I have more important things to do, don't get in the way of me!"