Chapter 106 Randomly Select a Lucky Audience

Author: Leopard Head·Zero Recharge

Chapter 106 Randomly Select a Lucky Audience

Not to mention Dragorn, who is still in a sage state, the priestess was holding the fine gold ore that had just been excavated, and his eyes were extremely excited.

Relying on the fine gold mine vein, she can completely build a dungeon! It only belongs to her own dungeon!

What's even more wonderful is that the priestess also discovered a passage to the surface world! Then when she learned from the captured dog-headed people that there was the Puri Jungle above the surface, the largest gathering place of wood elves on the Western Continent, the priestess was so excited that he flew up!

"Surface Elf!"

Her face was flushed and low sneer. What could be more pleasing to the queen of the Spider than torture the killing ground elves?

Yes, that is torture and torture any month's elf!

It would be even better if it was Corilon's bloodborne!

Unfortunately, the moon elves live on Yongju Island. No matter how brave the Drow elves are, they dare not go to Yongju Island to cause trouble with the onlookers of the elves.

Wood elves are just wood elves. As long as she kills more wood elves, she will definitely be able to regain the gaze of the queen!

The priestess made up his mind to guard the fine gold veins, so the metal dragon that had not been exposed and had been eyeing the dragon in the dark was very annoying.

Such a sinister and cunning opponent is the most terrifying!

No race knows better than the Drow Elves, how hateful an opponent hiding in the dark is!

I have to find a way to arrest him!

The priestess looked at Keszor with a flash of eyes, "Your Highness, are those two kobold men really willing to help us find the dragon's nest?"

"why not?"

Keszor, who was fiddling with the heavy crossbow, spoke lightly, "You don't think the kobold knows loyalty, right?"

"You're talking about it!"

The priestess put himself in his shoes and immediately had no doubts.

Even the noble drow elves don’t know what loyalty is. Can two mere kowtowers have more courage than drow elves?

Very blue!

But she is still very angry. The Legend Ranger is amazing? Can the Legend Ranger do whatever he wants?

"Bang!"

The priestess whipped his father with a whip and asked with a cold look: "It's been so long, have those gray dwarves copied a useful musket?"

How could the servant know this? He was responsible for serving and protecting the priestess, and he didn't care about the manufacturing of weapons. How could he understand the progress of the gray dwarf?

He was whipped for no reason, but he didn't dare to complain at all, so he could only call the gray dwarf over immediately.

Soon, a bald dwarf with gray skin ran over quickly, holding a fire gun that was urgently pieced together in his arms.

"Dear eldest daughter, this is the musket we imitated!"

"Not bad, it's very fast."

The priestess praised casually, and then asked his father to come over with a musket and looked at it carefully.

Compared with the dwarf musket she had seen before, this imitation needle-shot gun is much more complicated.

"Share it out."

She waved her hand casually, and the Drow immediately randomly selected a lucky spectator and fixed it one hundred and fifty meters away.

The tied war lizard man looked blankly at the Drow Warrior in the distance. Before he could figure out what was going on, the Drow Warrior raised his musket, loaded the bullets and aimed at the war lizard man, and pulled the trigger hard.

Bang!

ah!

The gunshot sounded, and the war lizard man closed his eyes with a strange scream, and blinked after a while, huh? It's okay?

The ugly little monster opened his eyes happily, and then saw the Drow pull the trigger again.

Bang! Ah! Hum?

Bang! Ah! Hum?

Bang!!!!!!

The Drow warrior fired four shots in a row, and finally hit the thigh of the Lizard man. Although he was originally aiming for his chest, he hit it.

"That's it?"

The priestess frowned. Although she had never seen the power of a needle-firing gun with her own eyes, if the needle-firing guns of a dog-firing gun only have this accuracy, how could they easily slaughter the war lizards?

"This, this is the best musket I have ever built!"

The gray dwarf explained in sweat: "If you shoot a few more muskets together, the power will definitely be greatly improved!"

The power of the volley is even greater, and it seems to make some sense.

The priestess nodded lightly and ordered his father to serve him.

"Try it with the dog-killer's musket."

The Drow Warrior replaced the musket and aimed at the war lizard man who kept screaming.

Bang!

This time, the battle lizard man didn't even scream because its sky spirit cover had been blown away by bullets.

The priestess looked at the gray dwarf with expressionless face.

"This, coincidence, must be a coincidence!"

The gray dwarf sweated like rain and swears.

"It must be a coincidence that five hundred feet hits directly! If the next shot can still hit, I will eat the musket I made!"

"It's better to be a coincidence." The priestess glanced at the servant father with a cold face. The servant father immediately ran over to pass the order. The warrior of the Drow randomly caught a lucky war lizard man and aimed at him and fired.

Bang!

The little head is sparse!

Then there are two hundred meters, three hundred meters, and all the way to four hundred meters. The relatively high-precision needle-firing guns and the elite Drow Warriors will be in the soul no matter what they hit.

It should be a little further away, but unfortunately there is not that much space underground.

The priestess became calmer and calmer the more he looked at it, but the gray dwarf was shaking all over and didn't even dare to sweat.

"I need an explanation," the priestess asked softly.

"Why is it that the muskets were clearly made by the dwarves, but they were not even as good as the weapons in the hands of a bunch of dog-headed men?"

"I, my dear eldest daughter, I have really tried my best..."

The gray dwarf's tears were all over. He was really wronged. It would be fine if he cut corners, but he really didn't!

"This kind of weapon must not be made by the kobolds, they are only users at most!"

The priestess looked at the gray dwarf coldly for a while, and finally thought that the gray dwarf was the best blacksmith in the army and her talented magic and giant magic were also very useful, she finally let go of the gray dwarf.

After all, this is an indispensable technical talent. If it were a bard who was useless except for good oral work, it would be really dead.

"In a month, you have to build a musket with the same range as the kobold."

“Yes, yes!”

The gray dwarf nodded repeatedly. No matter what, he would fool the moment before talking about it. As for what to do if he couldn't build it in a month? Of course, he would pull a few more tall people together to take the blame.

"But this may require a lot of help from the caster..."

"Simple, we have spellcasters here."

The priestess agreed without blinking when he heard this. After all, the Zoer society lacks nothing, but there is no shortage of high-tech casters.

The Zoer elves have their own social situation. In order to get rid of the lowest status of society, I don’t know how many Zoer men are going to die to become mages.

Even the priestess sent by the family mistress has about twenty official spellcasters under his command.

"With the help of the caster, there must be no problem!"

The gray dwarf threw half of the pot out in advance and was secretly having fun when he suddenly heard the priestess ask again.

"How many muskets can you build a day?"

The gray dwarf estimated the apprentice's speed and tried to report to Dori as much as possible.

"At least four!"

At worst, let the apprentice work in two shifts, one shift will last for sixteen hours!

“Four branches, very good.”

The priest nodded with satisfaction, because the kobold had only dozens of needles and guns, and I don’t know how long she had saved up. Now she can have four more musket soldiers a day. Isn’t it easy to conquer the Pure Jungle?

Then grab the metal dragon, wash away the wood elf settlement, regain the magic technique, and become the divine follower. It would be even better if the arrogant bitch could be killed together!

The priestess was flushed and imagined his future sexual life, but Keszow glanced at her with a smile, and casually filled the huge bullet into the heavy crossbow, muttering to himself.

"Three days left..."
Chapter completed!