At this speed, it is almost possible to make those dwarven blacksmiths who take months to make a set of armor jump into the furnace! No wonder in my impression, Burgundy City has been selling armor and weapons in batches, and if it were me, with such a production speed, it would not be wasted!

Although such armor must not be as strong as the one made by the dwarves, enchanted or something...... However, I can imagine that if an army had all such half-body armor, or could only be equipped with some good armor piecemeal, the outcome of the battle would definitely be very different!

To be precise, it's not just a matter of a few pieces of armor...... It's a kind of wisdom, a leap forward!

"Do you need to continue?

To be honest, I'm a little uneasy - there is a reason why this qiē in front of me is regarded as a secret, and now, the mastermind has asked me to show it to a spy who may be an enemy. Although I have heard that Tumenes was once the home country of the lord of Burgundy, and in fact the city of Burgundy was once located in the territory of Tumenes, and it was a natural or man-made disaster that floated it up and fell in its current position, but this alone is not like a rational way of thinking to give such a secret to the other party.

However, after all, I did not question the mastermind's qualifications, and I could only do what he commanded.

"When...... Of course!"

Her voice trembled, and she couldn't wait to move forward—only a little lost, but fortunately her two companions were calm. Several times protected her from tripped over debris on the ground, so that she would not fall headlong and throw out that poor brain.

Of course. The direction of progress was indicated by the Mastermind, and the soldiers of the defensive walls were always slightly 'vigilant' in the position where they were needed. I have to say that this trick was tried and tested by the female and her two men, and it didn't take long for us to reach a section of the city wall.

And this should be the place where the mastermind wants these guys to see.

"This ...... Your Excellency, what are we doing here?"

Sneakily hiding behind a female wall, the three humans seem to be trying to keep themselves unobtrusive, but it is a bit difficult to achieve the goal - the blue costumes are worn by the artisans of Burgundy, similar to the black costumes used by the official members of the 'Urban Management Integrated Law Enforcement Brigade'. But it's not quite the same as what most people in the world are used to, with tight and close-fitting sleeves and trouser legs. Half-waisted leather boots and gloves woven with white twine without a trace of excess are best used for their work.

As a result, a few guys in robes are naturally very eye-catching. In the midst of the chaos, many people began to shout and curse in dissatisfaction, telling us to leave the traffic passages.

But there wasn't much free space on the walls - part of the outer wall was built to bulge outwards in the shape of a star's horn, and the top of the triangle seemed like a lot of space, but it was almost impossible to avoid the craftsmen.

As if aware of this, the female spy gritted her teeth. But just when I thought she was going to retreat, this guy swaggered through the crowd and walked up.

When suspicion may arise, it is better to be natural than sneaky. This is one of the wisdom that the mastermind has given me - so these females' heads really have a little capacity?

I thought about the food and followed.

But then I realized that it was the worst decision at all – very quickly. With a shout, a steel creature was pulled by two oxen. Climbed the slope of the city wall. Towards the only open space.

It is in the form of a large metal tube that is housed on a large piece of iron with wheels. Each wheel was about half a man's height, and was also made of steel, but covered in a black animal skin. As the two oxen pulled it to the clearing, pointing the metal pipe out of the city, several craftsmen, and the three mages who followed, were busy around - unloading the oxen and unfurling the few supports on the iron block.

Then someone carried the object the size of a small bucket, more than half a man, and shoved its cone-like end into the hole behind the huge piece of metal, closed the lid, and twisted a handle to clamp it tightly. On the other side, someone rotated another handle, causing the steel pipe to slowly lift and point to the sky.

"This ...... What is this for?"

A series of strange operations were well organized, but apparently completely incomprehensible to outsiders, and the female viscount was obviously a little confused and asked me for an answer—

Of course, she couldn't have gotten an answer from me.

Although I know that it was a weapon used to defend the city of Burgundy, it seems to be called 'artillery', and that there are more than 200 pieces on the second wall, but I have never seen exactly how it works. I can't even say how to answer, and besides, I'm busy manifesting a psionic ability, manipulating sound to surround my hearing—the movement of a group of mages and craftsmen around me who are pulling out some tools to plug their ears and putting them on their heads speaks volumes.

"You two, come to the back!" a mage raised his head and roared, "It doesn't matter if it's blown up!"

"What is there to be afraid of......"

The female sneered, but was interrupted before her words could be lowered.

It was a thudding roar, and although the sound in my ears had been cut off by psionic energy, I could still feel the loud roar from my feet to my inner ears, like a muffled thunder that exploded around me, the wind tore at the feet of my robe, pushing me almost unsteadily, the four tentacles coiled together as they felt the sudden heat rising in the air, and the pungent sulfur and another smell mixed with smoke and dust came to my face, clogging my trachea, and the spicy aftertaste made me almost sick.

What kind of power is this?

I reluctantly stood still, looking into the distance—a flash of fire from the moment of the explosion directed my gaze, just after my gaze had turned. I saw a large cloud of black smoke explode from the far end of my field of vision. The swollen black smoke mixed with the dust and suddenly swelled outward. The orange-red flame was revealed, and it rose up......

This is completely beyond the limits of the spell.

In a flash. The only thought in my mind was this—normally, even at the level of a magic battle amplified by a large magic circle, the range would not exceed five miles, but the explosives fired by this thing were on a hillside at least ten miles away!

And the second thought finally came a moment later—the power is really impressive!

The flames and dust erupting on the hillside were comparable to a fireball technique, and when the black smoke and dust cleared, the Psicoccon surpassed ordinary people's vision, and I noticed that there was a large crater at least thirty feet in the ground there. The dirt was torn into a loose layer by the force of the explosion, and the scene was closer to meteorite or something. But I'm sure that the sheer burst of pressure would be enough to completely destroy the people around them, and even if they weren't torn to pieces, they would be swept out a dozen feet away, and the impact was definitely not comparable to the slashing of a warhammer or a greatsword.

That concussion alone might be able to turn the enemy's brain into a mush.

"It's horrible......"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw three sluggish guys muttering to himself, but no one paid attention - the craftsman standing in front of the 'artillery' had opened the door behind it. Let what you just stuffed slip out, and then stuff in another ...... A second roar followed, and then a second cloud of smoke and explosions rose again on the distant hillside!

Put it this way. This is an alchemical explosive?

Such a high-speed burst, a long distance, and quite accurate. On top of that, the mages didn't interfere at all. All the qiē is done by ordinary people...... These key words flashed through my mind one after another, and then it immediately occurred to me - if it was more than 200 of these things together. And one after another...... So what army in this world can compete with?

I'm afraid the answer will have to be found in the abyss, or in hell. Only demons who are immune to fire can fight this terrible outburst, and on top of that, they may have to be medium or higher large devils - I noticed that the thing they stuffed into the cannon had a metal shell, and the explosion would definitely throw that thing outward, and the average demon might just be torn to pieces by this thing, and if they didn't weigh enough, they would definitely be thrown into the air by the explosion......

"What kind of weapon is that...... Your Excellency Mage, it's incredible that such a miracle of magic could be triggered by a group of ordinary people......"

By the time they walked down the walls, several of the spies appeared to be paralyzed—it was physically exhausting to fight the terrible storm of launch, and the horrific successive explosions were enough to destroy some of their beliefs.

It was a quarter of an hourglass before the female finally picked up her spirit and asked me again.

Her face was pale and blue, and her voice was hoarse but high—it was clear that the violent and continuous thudding was damaging her hearing. Maybe even my brain was shattered, so I didn't have to answer her at all.

But I answered anyway.

"That's the great lord's ...... Wisdom. The conventional defensive weapon of the city of Burgundy, which we use instead of trebuchets. It is equipped on each layer of the wall, but the quantity is not up to standard, so it is still in production. It is currently being replenished at a rate of one hundred per day. ”

I paused, slightly misinterpreting the Mastermind's intentions to me—he seemed intent on me to claim that it was 'Edward Vincent's Legacy of Wisdom,' though as far as I could tell, the word 'legacy' was a curse on death.

As for saying a hundred a day - that's a lie, of course. However, I fully understood the intention of the omniscient mastermind to take these spies to 'take a casual look', so this tampering is obviously justified.

Whatever the intentions of the forces behind them are, after seeing the power of this weapon, it is inevitable that their intentions will need to be reconsidered. It is impossible to break through the defensive range of this weapon called 'artillery' by relying only on ordinary warriors, and even mages can only cry out in vain in the face of this distance advantage.

But still not enough?

The way back produced a series of changes. I found that we didn't look back, but went into some deeper areas.

Again, there are only tall houses made of frames and iron plates. But the steel boxes were even larger—almost thirty to thirty feet high, and some of them were sunk deep in the rocky pedestals. There was a low, rumbling roar, the glow of the scorching flames peeking through the cracks, huge circles drawn around them, and the rich magical energy of the spell system emanated from them.

As if to welcome us, the door of a box opened.

Or should it be called a furnace?

Yes, it was a huge, not even this world's furnace, with blinding bright red flames swirling over the magma-like solution. It burned like fire and blood, and it made my eyes ache for a while, but then they flowed and rushed, and tumbled out of that hearth!

That scene was like a small waterfall erupting in front of me, but the violent hot wind was dozens of times greater than the explosion of those cannons just now, and in an instant, the traditional moisturizing clothing of the spirit sucking monster completely lost its effect, and I felt that my body had been scorched and dried up.

But the qiē in front of him was still alive, and dozens of short and stout figures were busy in front of the huge oven. The lava was transported into a strangely shaped funnel, and when it emerged from the other end, it had turned into reddish lava streaks! shadow staggering,

These strips are then conveyed forward by rollers. Passing through the many 'gates' - in the gates in the middle of the rollers, huge strips of steel drooped downward. The loud vibration and heat emanating in all directions made me hold my breath.

Just like those artillery. These huge steels are also showing some kind of power.

It was a powerful force made of steel, which was different from magic, and it was enough to shake people's hearts.

"Can these things really scare that Fourth King?"

A few miles away, in the heart of Burgundy, the top bedroom of Edward's Tower of the Black Far.

The half-elf lady was lying on her back on the couch, holding a large ball of marshmallows, tearing them into her mouth one by one, her eyes staring at the illusion rising from a piece of crystal, and asked a few people around her vaguely.

However, this question was not immediately answered - in fact, everyone in the room was absent-minded about it, so after a pause, she simply reached out and kicked Daherne, who was also sitting next to her: "What do you think, rotten melon?"

"Look with your eyes, hairy girl. ”

The drow elf stretched his waist, and the voice in response was lazy, but there was another kind of charm: "If you can really transmit this situation back accurately, maybe you can...... Our steel forge is absolutely intimidating to those magicians. It's just that this viscount is obviously a waste who is not very capable, isn't this king said to be a friend of Edward's? It seems that he has received a lot of help from him...... But what the hell did he think about letting such a little girl spy on us?"

"Let's make contemptuous means. But I think there may be a better spy hidden among her soldiers. "This time it was Claudia who spoke. The female knight's mind is sharp and accurate: "Besides, they are more likely to be just a front to attract our attention, and the ones who really need to be watched out are those who are or have already blended into the city." ”

"Actually, it doesn't really scare them...... Chariots and artillery, Tumenis already had, although they were well hidden. But it was these things that the young king was able to achieve a series of 'miraculous victories'. ”

Anna Sue, who had been sitting behind the large desk, looked at the stack of pattern papers on the table, and replied casually: "Otherwise, there is no need to reveal this thing to them, and when they attack, we can just fight back." Unfortunately, Edward seems to have taken him very seriously as a friend, and gave him a lot of support, otherwise we wouldn't have needed to warn him. ”

"It's boring, but it would be nice to let the Tumenis gang call, since he thinks he has some ability......"

It's boring, alas, if only I had a child

"Doesn't he like to do that with you the most, why don't you have one of his children?

"It's not a race, it's not very easy, what's more, in fact, every time he does it with me, aren't you there, most of it is wasted by you, of course it's difficult for me to succeed...... Besides, the hybrid of elves and humans is the rarest. Otherwise, with the lifespan of elves, there would already be hundreds of thousands of half-elves in this world."

"I'm not interested in ...... with you You damn guy made it up on his own."

"But didn't you resist, didn't you resist? If you really didn't want it, it would be nice to just say no? And you've been getting more and more proficient lately, how do you seem to say? Oh, 'have fun' isn't it?"

"Shut up, you hateful rotten melon, what are you happy with, if you talk nonsense, I'll smash your two messes!" (To be continued......)