The southern part of Sazakha is a little greener than the Serre Plateau in the north, because of the pleasant climate and the dry air currents from the north, and the humidity is also moderate.

If it weren't for the tense air and faint smell of blood on the road, this might be a great place for a vacation.

At the scene of a robbery, the atmosphere is a little wrong.

An astonishingly large sword was drawn from a corpse, this man's death was like a terrible sight, the fatal wound was a large crack from the left shoulder to the right crotch, it can be seen that the flesh and internal organs on both sides of this wound seemed to have been trampled by a giant beast into meat sauce, and the blood splattered all around, the flesh of the broken wound showed an explosive effect under some strong impact, the ribs on both sides of the wound were completely crushed, and the intact bones were only a section of the spine connected to the upper and lower body.

Few would have believed that this could be the result of a casual slash, not even the laceration caused by a giant creature wielding a giant axe.

The surface of the steel of the sword drawn from the corpse shone with a dark green glow.

Only the most skilled blacksmith or alchemist could discern the material of the sword through this light, a component of this alloy called Bartow's green iron, from the demon-infested Bato Nine Hells, and in the main material realm, a small price of this metal is enough to make adventurers staggered.

The sword was five feet long, six inches at its widest point, and about half an inch at its thickest point, and its entire body was cast in Bartow's green iron alloy, which was enough to sell countless adventurers at the cost alone.

Carrying the giant sword was a young woman of medium stature, dressed in black steel plate armor bound to her body, her body set off by blood and steel exuded wild power, her eyes were slightly raised under her long straight palm-colored shawl hair, and her full red lips had a kind of charm that people couldn't help but have.

The eyes of a group of corpses on the ground can testify that the horror on their faces had not completely driven away those obscenities before they were slashed insincerely by the hundred-pound giant sword.

"Such an incompetent group of fellows are also delusional in plotting against me? Hmm...... Or should I say that the bandits here are getting less and less eyesighted. ”

The woman in the armor had an impatient expression, and although such a woman also had a beautiful image when she was angry, the men who were still alive were not in the mood to appreciate it, but stood honestly behind the woman.

These men were well-armed, and the quality of the chain mail on their bodies, excluding the crusty armor on their limbs, was of decent quality, and such equipment was mostly found only on state-backed armies.

This is also evidenced by the Serge flag carried by a man, who are both soldiers.

However, under the momentum of this woman, they obviously only have the role of being the background, and they dare not make a sound.

As if sensing the coldness, the woman glanced back at the group of men who were at a loss:

"Soldiers, don't be stunned, set up some suitable tombstones for these people, and leave a warning for those who pass by here later. ”

"Yes!" the soldiers were excited, and immediately began to do things neatly, some wielding axes to cut down trees, some moving corpses, and soon they had their own jobs, and everything was in order.

The soldiers pierced the corpses with wooden stakes and erected them on top of the wasteland, and after a short time they turned into dried human corpses.

The woman wiped the blood and flesh residue from the giant sword, and walked to a small col not far away: "Those people have been cleaned up by me, how long will you hide them?"

After a loud sound, a group of people dressed as wealthy merchants came out of the hiding place with frightened expressions, and as soon as they saw the female officer standing with a sword, a more astute person noticed the fist-shaped emblem on the left chest of the black armor, and hurriedly took the lead in kneeling down and saluting: "Venerable apostle of the black king, we have no intention of offending, but only to hide from the bandits here for the time being." ”

Holding a black iron fist of light, this emblem belonged to the Black King Bane, one of Torreel's most powerful gods, and although the rulers of many regions of Ferron did not believe in him, their [***] tyranny and strife were constantly channeling divine power into the gloomy god.

The Church of Bane may not have the same status as the Fire Elemental Lord Korsus, but their far more followers and followers than Korsus make their influence not to be underestimated, and the red-robed mages will show some respect for the deity - after all, in terms of their style, the two sides have a common language.

A warrior carrying the emblem of Bane could not afford to slack off, not to mention the fact that these merchants were even more terrified when they saw this woman hacking to death a group of fierce robbers in less than thirty seconds like a black storm just now.

"Oh, no offense?" the female warrior's expression relaxed slightly, and suddenly the long sword picked up a clump of grass, but when she heard an exclamation, a beautiful girl's face was revealed.

"Huh?" The female warrior kept patrolling the girl's body with an interested gaze, noticing the emblem on her left chest, and raised her eyebrows: "You are the priest of Wokin?"

"Yes...... Be. The girl nodded tremblingly, looking at the imposing female warrior with a pale face, and when her eyes met, she winced and flashed to the side.

Noticing the girl's actions, an ambiguous smile appeared on the face of the female samurai, and she stretched out a finger and gently hooked the girl's chin.

"Here, laugh one. ”

......

In the mountains east of the town of Helen, the bandits that inhabit it begin a new day.

There is a valley called Tagan, which is the lair of the famous lion owl.

The current bandit leader Zamasi is a young man under the age of thirty, and since the death of the previous leader, he has eliminated all competitors and succeeded in becoming the bandit leader.

He was sitting in his room at this time, staring angrily at the letter torn in half on the table:

"Those red-robed mages dare to rob us of our taxes?! ”

"My lord, what are we going to do now, are we going to attack?" the staff next to him observed the face of the bandit leader.

"Attack, I don't want to lure Serge's army in, you must know that Old Bont is much stronger than us, and it is because he is so arrogant that he has fallen to the point where his current surname is in danger. Zakashi frowned: "We need to be careful, this letter suggests that we should not attack for the time being, just deter. ”

"We've already deterred, my lord. ”

"Set a fire this time. Zakashi waved his hand: "Be careful not to burn the residence of the red-robed mage, and in addition, detain all the merchants who come and go, and do not allow them to pass." ”

"Yes!"

......

The inhabitants of the town did not know what was about to happen, and even so, they smelled the gloomy aura of the black clouds pressing down on the city because of the actions of the red robes, and on this day, their attitudes towards these rulers were even more fearful, but a few of the red robes did not have time to take care of their attitudes, even the idle Hughes, who were copying the magic scroll as much as they copied, preparing for the upcoming events.

If the griffons can be disabled, then they will naturally form a powerful deterrent in the town, enough to establish considerable authority, and if they fail, it will naturally be a clumsy show that will make them lose face.

At this moment, anyone's nerves are tense, so when there is a person who should be there is not there, it is unusually conspicuous:

"Where's Sean?" Rekita finished copying a scroll and lifted her sweaty face, "Where is he?"

He said he had thought of a weapon and was going back to experiment. Hughes said.

"Experiments, oh, hopefully come in handy then. Rekita received Hughes's answer, nodded, and continued to copy the new scroll.

The atmosphere in Penny's yard wasn't so tense, and there were some pig iron parts on the bench in front of him.

He continued to adjust the composition and composition of the metal, and gradually became a complex tubular instrument.

If someone from the tech plane saw this thing, it would be easy to see that it looked like a bazooka.

This is Penny's homemade portable cannon.

An internal gem device can convert the third-level spell 'Fireball' into explosive energy to push the cannonball out of the barrel, and the buffer mechanism in the back can keep Penny from losing his balance, the range is considerable, and the power is much stronger than the simple fireball technique, and if it is short-range, it can be replaced with a scatter projectile, and the killing effect is terrifying.

The source of the spell can be the mage himself, a scroll, and of course a wand or other treasure.

If it's a fight between mages, this physical blow is sometimes more difficult to resist than a spell attack.

And Penny also had the corresponding idea to make some flowering bombs inlaid with magic gems, and the effect was even more terrifying.

However, there are still technical difficulties that have not yet been overcome, although he can design an energy conversion device, but the barrel made of pig iron is obviously more fragile, and he almost injured himself in several tests.

Of course, he could have made it thicker, but then it would no longer have anything to do with the word 'portable', and could it be that the time to use it was a gun carriage?

The silvery-white rat lay on the ground and wagged its tail, squinting at the mage busy in front of the test bench.

The injuries on its body were almost healed, and the children had been thinking about returning to the abyss, but they had been hesitating, and it remembered how the psychic warlock had used the boulder conjured by the High Creation Technique to nearly trap itself in the mountain wall, which gave it a vague psychological shadow.

Although I don't feel that I must not be the opponent of that psychic warlock, but I just lost the ** of trying.

It was in a somewhat irritable mood, and as it looked at the mage who was busy in front of the test table, it suddenly had an idea.

"It would be nice if there were some better metals. "When the nth barrel burst, the mage knew that it would not be easy to create a new invention with limited conditions.

The mouse jumped on the test bench and stared at the barrel for a while, when suddenly a large lump of dark metal landed on the test bench with a loud sound, and Penny immediately recognized that the metal was extremely high-quality ice iron, and was immediately surprised.

This alienated metal iron has an extremely light mass, although it is not as good as Mithril, but it is only one-third of the weight of the same volume of steel, and its strength and ductility are superior, and it is a very advanced material.

Penny glanced at the mouse, knowing that it was probably a snack that the brother had eaten somewhere in the abyss, and with the thought that he should not use it in vain, he was busy for a while, and a larger cannon appeared on the test table.

Because the main body is made of ice iron, it is much larger but lighter. Carrying the cannon, Penny felt that if he put on a spacesuit, he might be able to pretend to be a soldier of the future.

This strange thought flashed away, and he blessed himself with many spells, including 'Inspiration', 'Valor', 'False Life', 'Mage Armor', 'Shield', 'Endure Elemental Damage', 'Enhanced Resistance', and 'Protective Energy'.

But as he did this, he didn't notice that the rat had been watching him intently at his feet, his eyes flickering.

Penny walked to the open space of the mansion, loaded it with stone and iron filings, and compacted it with a lead ball, and aimed at the preset thatch pile and launched a fireball wand inserted in the tail of the barrel, the scorching energy took shape in the material realm under the weaving of the magic net, but it was sucked in and compressed by the converter in an instant, and Penny tightened the barrel of the cannon to prevent the recoil from deflecting the bombardment route.

But in the next moment, he suddenly felt a whirlwind in front of him, and a silver-white astral spiral filled his senses.

"What the hell?!" he clung to the cannon that had begun to vibrate, glaring at the rat biting at his trouser legs.