Abby held the kettle and stood in the sunflower field watering.

A caterpillar emerging from a bush of luxuriant but withered leaves startled her. Just as he was about to pick it up and step on it, a crisp shout came from the street: "Why are you still watering?" They're about to wither! ”

Abby and Evelyn waved their hands: "The druid said to water it every day, wither it completely, and then pluck the flower plate, so that it will bloom better next year." ”

"Oh......" Evelyn ran away amid the residents' greetings.

Abby continued to water the flowers, when the gate of the City Lord's Mansion suddenly opened, and an angry Gemma rushed out, and before Evelyn could put down the kettle, he had already gotten into the carriage and drove away. Annan, who was angrier than him, stood in front of the window.

"Rela!"

Itilia, who was in the bedroom looking through the past finances of Starmoon Bay, raised her head at the faint commotion, and it wasn't long before the sound of stray footsteps appeared outside the door, followed by a soft knock on the door.

Knock Knock Knock –

"Come in."

Itilia saw Annan come in with Rela, and she realized that she hadn't seen her for nearly a year, and Annan was about to be as tall as Rela.

"Say it in front of the eldest sister, why is Gema a man!"

"I'm looking for my eldest sister for this...... "Leila thought that she had been found stealing honey, so she grunted and became angry, "Isn't Gema a man!" ”

"Didn't you mean women?"

"I also said I was mistaken!"

"Did something happen?" Itilia stops Annan and Rela, who are about to quarrel.

"Gema came just now, and then he didn't know what Olmedo was......" Annan shut his mouth.

Olmedo's gender is a secret, especially to protect against theft and Rela.

"Needless to say, if you are embarrassed." Editia said softly.

"Well, I'm going to a watermill." Before going out, Annan didn't want to let go of Leila easily, and pointed at her and said: "After Leila came to Xingyue Bay, no one dared to make trouble everywhere, people hated dogs, and the goblins had to run to the dwarves for help when they saw her." ”

"You-"

Bang –

Annan closed the door and ran out.

"You're actually afraid of Annan?" Itilia looked at Reela amusedly.

"If it weren't for ......," Leila paused and snorted, "If it weren't for the fear that he would lose face in front of the people, I would have beaten him a long time ago." ”

On the other side, Annan arrives at the Watermill Mill, which is still in full swing with a banner on the wall that reads "50 Days Countdown to the Coming of the Nezumi".

Annan has to come once a day these days to urge the progress of the magic artillery. Today, however, he noticed that there was a lack of a low, heavy hammer in the hammer around him.

Rushing to the magic artillery workshop, a magic cannon that can fit Aunt Susan's forearm is completely standing on the ground.

"It's improved! This time it will be a success! The cry of Brass Whiskers was as powerful as a hammer.

Murat stood tired but energetic.

This is the seventh edition of the artillery...... The first few had shortcomings of one kind or another, such as the lack of smoothness in the chamber, the gap between the cannon chamber and the shell, and the horrific explosion chamber...... If it weren't for Annan's request to use steel as the barrel and body, the elite mages and copperbeards in the workshop, her apprentices, would still be being pieced together.

They were ready to move to the city walls and try their hand at magic artillery. "Don't be that troublesome." Annan opened the portal and sent the cannon to the new initial number.

The trials in Eternal Night Harbor ended three days ago. But the trial of the musketeers has just begun. They followed the new Initial, and when they spotted a small rat tide on the shore, they dropped them.

Some musketeers were wounded, some died, and some lost the courage to quit the musketeers, but more and more musketeers scribbled on their plate armor with meritorious deeds, and a "centurion" appeared, and Annan personally awarded the meritorious service to this musketeer named Fermi. There was also an interesting question: "Will I be a hero?" My friend said that no hero would be called Fermi. ”

"Then make the name a hero yourself." Annan replied to him.

The New Initial found a group of nezumi along the coast, the magic cannon was pushed to the side of the ship and fixed, the elite mage, the brass beard, the apprentices, all the people involved in the magic cannon went to the deck, and even Annan opened a portal.

The nezumi who spotted the sailboat ran to the beach and neighed, giving them a chance to aim.

In nervous anticipation, Murat lit the fuse.

Annan covered his ears and watched as the fuse burned to the end, the violent air currents dispersed with a thunderous roar, and the pitch-black cannonballs turned into afterimages.

As long as it doesn't blow up, it's a success.

Annan watched as the cannonball slashed through the graceful arc and smashed into the nezumi as they clung to their edges, exploding a cloud of sand and blood.

In Fast's complaint that "such a big moving fish have been scared away", the new Primal leans towards the shallow sea, and the large water elemental picks up the musket team to approach the shallows, and then rehearses a non-stop dense fire of muskets.

Ten minutes later, the musketeers, who had cleared the swarm, reported the results: the shells had killed three nezumi.

The crowd was cheering, Copperbeard and Murat were hugging, only Annan frowned: "Only like this? ”

"We're 200 meters from the shore, and the nezumi are scattered, so we'll kill at least thirteen nezumi in one shot on the city wall."

"It's almost the same as my fireball technique." The elite mage sighed.

The power of a spell increases as the caster's mana increases. The fireball technique used by Michael is really just a fireball, but Agarwal's fireball technique is estimated to destroy the Lord's Mansion.

He hadn't realized what the magic cannon would change, or he realized but didn't care...... As a maker, he knew that 10,000 magic cannons couldn't smash a single brick of the Mage Tower.

As for what the fighters think...... He's a mage.

But Murat frowned, and he remembered the words of an ancient book: weapons are only weapons, like bows and arrows and long swords, and it is the person who holds the weapon that really produces use.

But magic artillery has changed that narrative...... Is it an inportable but inexpensive magic item?

No...... Magic items can only be activated by people with magical powers, and it is closer to magic weapons that can be driven by ordinary people.

"You made it, boy!" The happy Bronze Whisker said, a magic cannon is equivalent to an elite mage unleashing fireball skills without interruption, and no elite rat man dares to approach.

"The threat of the rat tide has never been the elite nezumi mixed in...... It's their number. Annan was not so satisfied: "A salvo of a hundred magic cannons is only 1,300 nezumen. And 1,300 rat people are just leftovers from the rat tide. ”

Copperbeard saw through Annan: "So what the hell did you come up with again?" ”

"What if we swapped the cannonballs for hundreds of iron balls?"

Annan asked Copperbeard to imagine a scene: a magic cannon was fired, hundreds of iron beads shot out, and the rat tide was instantly emptied......

The cost is doubled, but the damage is increased tenfold.

After confirming that the magic cannon was stable, the watermill entered the mass manufacturing stage, and Copperbeard began to study the howitzer shells proposed by Annan.

Closing the portal, Annan came to the terrace, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance were shrouded in mist, as if a storm and snow were brewing. And looking to the south, it seems to catch a glimpse of the black pressure of the rat tide coming.

The first snowstorm in the north is approaching.

(End of chapter)