Although this intensity was already very strong, it was still within his tolerance.

Herard ejected the cartridge case, reloaded it, and continued shooting at the target twenty meters away.

Beating the trolls to death is political correctness.

Jin Di, who was watching on the side, was not surprised. He handed a box of bullets to Herard.

Even if a pig practices for hundreds or thousands of years, it will become a pig demon!

But there are so many high elves who are just waiting to die.

When Jin Di heard this comment, he immediately became happy.

The twenty-meter target is very close.

"Gelbin, send the big guy to the gun test room later."

The mechanical body in the warehouse, Herard guessed it was some kind of robot.

In Jindi's underground black market, there are shops several times larger than those on the ground.

When disaster strikes, the civilians' three-legged cat martial arts and shooting skills will never come to the fore!

High elves with good talent and hard work are extremely powerful.

There are many customers coming and going on the street.

Dwarfs are generally no more than one meter tall, so their big bodies must have moisture.

In such a huge underground space, of course there are many shops.

This shows that the recoil of the musket is still within the tolerance of most people.

"Guest, you are so discerning! The dwarf's ranger troops like to use it to deal with trolls."

Although dwarves are short, they are a bit shorter than humans.

"Well, the power of this gun is pretty good. I guess even a troll would be hit hard by one shot!"

The power of muskets is much stronger than ordinary bows and arrows.

Even dwarfs who don't like to use violence also hate those endless trolls.

After all, trolls like to eat people.

No one wants to be eaten by a troll.

In fact, these weapons developed by dwarves were originally used to deal with trolls.
Chapter completed!