When others continue to explore your shortcomings, the best way to deal with them is not to prevaricate, but to throw the other person a problem that they are more interested in and that they don't know very well. For example, the passage that Quest just said.

All the mayors here already knew that Soft Maple City had a storm mech. Truth be told, if it weren't for the existence of this war machine, they wouldn't have had to talk to the mayor of Soft Maple City right now, it would be a pure waste of time.

Rather than that, they might as well forcibly take over the city's defenses. At most, a puppet mayor has been re-elected. It is precisely because the other party holds that "hole card" that the leaders of the Four Cities Alliance will choose to "discuss" rather than arrange directly.

However, Quiss's words seemed to give them a wake-up call. "I see," they all thought to themselves, "the War Machine may not be unique to Soft Maple, we just haven't discovered where it's buried yet. ”

When all the thoughts were taken away by Ques, the young blue dragon almost without thinking threw out another question, "Finding the location where those mechs are buried is one thing, and how to operate it is another problem." That war machine is not a simple toy, it requires a very professional driver, and it also requires special fuel to be able to drive it. ”

"What fuel do you need", "How can I drive", "How can I drive the mech", ...... The mayors immediately gave feedback in their hearts. But when they are old and sophisticated, they don't ask them face-to-face.

But that's enough. In the words of a few words, Quest had grasped their fate. "As for how to control the mechs, the reason why those mechs operate, and the fuel problem......," he said, gesturing to Mayor Soft Maple, "This pilot used to control that kind of war machine and fought with the general, and he has the most right to speak." ”

When everyone's eyes were on him, the fat mayor was nervous. "They don't know that the mecha is malfunctioning yet," he kept admonishing himself, but with a rather conceited expression on his face, he said in a relaxed tone:

"Mr. Quest is a good man, and we do have experience in this area. I was a former alchemist in Soft Maple, and I know what kind of fuel that machine needs. You have to trust me, it's definitely not a good thing to configure. In a battle before, he cut a fiery robber into seventeen or eighteen sections, and the fuel tank of the storm mecha has not been filled until now. ”

Listening to what he said, the other mayors glanced at each other. Green was the first to ask, "The mecha you are talking about should be the big guy in the courtyard." Isn't it supposed to be a creation of Gnome Island, and if we find a buried mech, can we exchange that fuel for the gnomes at the currency settlement center in each city?"

"At the moment, it is not known," the fat mayor shrugged his shoulders, "that mech is not a gnome creation, but a powerful weapon that the ancient Ramzi people purchased from the arms dealers of other worlds through the resources buried in the ground. The gnomes don't know much about this mecha either. I've tried to place an order at the currency settlement center, but the person in charge there hasn't replied to me yet. ”

What he said was true. After the previous battle with the dog trainers, seeing that the fuel tank was almost empty, the fat mayor immediately went to the currency settlement center opened by the gnomes in the city, wanting to buy some ready-made light and heavy oil from there. However, the counterparty's traders said that they did not have that kind of resources, and the commodity catalog of Dwarf Island did not have these two kinds of goods.

Therefore, he had to mobilize the alchemists in Soft Maple City to use the remaining black oil stocks to seize the time to refine more light and heavy oil. It's just that there isn't much black oil left, and they estimate that they can only refine alchemy products that meet half of the requirements at most. For this reason, the fat mayor was annoyed for a long time, and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of the five-city alliance to get a little black oil from other cities.

The mayors were noncommittal about his answer. However, they didn't think that the fat mayor was telling a lie, because such a lie was too easy to be exposed, and they only needed to go to the currency settlement center in person and ask to find out.

They don't seem to have that much time, though—

"Mayor," the mercenary captain broke into the conference room, the tough guy who could use a knife to rip out the arrows on his body, his face turned pale, "I'm afraid you can't continue to discuss here, there are many monsters gathered outside the city...... Exceptionally much. He also emphasized it in the end.

When Quis and the leaders of the Five Cities Alliance walked up the city walls, the first thing that caught their eye was the endless horde of monsters.

"It seems a little strange," Quest thought for a moment, and then shouted in the direction of the towers of the wall, "with a trebuchet, throw a stone projectile thirty-five degrees to the west, about eight hundred yards." Shoot on time, don't be too biased!"

Due to the enemy's large battle, not only the rice buckets of the Steel Fork Battalion were on duty on the city wall at this time, but also the holy warriors and mercenaries came to help. Under the command of an aging mercenary, the cannonballs fired by the trebuchet hit the pinpoint accurately.

From afar, Quest could hear a crunch, the sound of flesh and bones being shattered by stone cannons.

Immediately afterwards, everyone on the city wall saw that the monster army that was besieging the city was suddenly "missing" a corner, as if it had been bitten off a mooncake. It turns out that the monsters are not real, and many of them are illusions.

"It turned out to be just a bluff. Seeing this, the mayor of Black Willow City said a word to several of his companions lightly, and they all agreed.

"Able to create illusions," not as optimistic as the other mayors, the fat mayor of Soft Maple City gasped, "There is at least one more kind of monster." What kind of creatures are all those new monsters made of?"

Soon, he knew the answer.

In the midst of the monsters came a short, ugly creature: an ugly, hunchbacked creature with three glowing blue eyes, and greasy fur covering his head and back like a cloak.

However, if you look closely, you can still tell from the shape of their faces and ears that they were before they were modified.

"They're those dead gnomes. The fat mayor was secretly frightened. At the same time, I understand why this monster has the ability to create illusions, which is the talent of gnomes, but unfortunately it is now used in the wrong way of destruction and destruction.

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