Chapter 581 Forging Valley

Governor Minute and his successors, without shame, occupied the land they fraudulently plundered from the aborigines, established the current Midgard colony on this fertile field, and were not satisfied. Over the years, the colonists have continued to move toward The western expansion continued to squeeze the living space of the aborigines, resulting in increasingly tense relations between the aborigines and the colonists, and violent conflicts occurred from time to time.

The Volsunger family, who ruled Shizhu Town, did not hesitate to spend huge sums of money to buy arms and strengthen their armed forces. The main purpose was to resist the colonial forces expanding from east to west.

Ever since the relationship with the colonial authorities of Midgard broke down, the leaders of the northern Asa tribal alliance realized that they must find a reliable ally to jointly fight against the threat of the colonists. best choice.

Over the years, most of the weapons and armor purchased by the Volsong tribe were made by dwarf craftsmen. In addition to the magic crystal rifles escorted by the Logan family, they also ordered 20 6-pound magic crystal guns (cavalry guns) from the dwarf arsenal. If these If the arms can be delivered smoothly, the safety of Shizhu Town will be guaranteed.

As a foreigner from the south, Joan actually neither understands nor cares much about the grievances and grievances between the northern colonists and the aborigines.

His main purpose of coming to Midgard was to study. As long as his studies were not disturbed, he had no intention of getting involved in the conflict between the Volsong tribe and the Midgard authorities.

Of course, from the perspective of moral sentiment, he is more sympathetic to the sufferings of the aborigines, and has a bit of contempt for Governor Minute.

Not to mention whether there are ambiguities in the terms of the land purchase contract that shocked the world, Governor Minute must know in his heart that the value of 8,000 square miles of fertile land far exceeds the few glass beads he used for the transaction. Whether people at that time and later admitted that this kind of transaction in which the rights and interests of buyers and sellers are seriously unequal is essentially fraud.

Although Joan himself was also a descendant of the colonists, he had no intention of defending the actions of Governor Minute and his successors, so he deliberately avoided this embarrassing topic, and took out his own gun from his coat pocket. He turned around the magic crystal pistol and asked Haakon: "Can the dwarven arsenal in Forge Valley buy suitable bullets for this pistol?"

Haakon took the pistol from Joan, turned the wheel curiously, shook his head and said, "Brother Joan, if you don't tell me, I can't even see that this is a gun. It's so small, it looks like a gun." A toy, can it really shoot its prey?"

"Yes." Joan replied truthfully, "The range and power of the pistol are indeed not as good as the common magic crystal rifle, but if it fires within thirty yards, it is powerful enough to shoot through a brick wall. The snow monster on the mountain was killed I shot it with this pistol."

"Being able to kill a snow monster with thick fur within 30 yards shows that the power of this gun is not bad, at least much stronger than a hand crossbow. Unfortunately, its structure is too complicated, and the caliber of the barrel is different from that of a rifle. Load the normal bullets," said Haakon.

Joan nodded, this was exactly what troubled him.

The pistol was running low on ammunition, and the delicate revolver would be a useless display without some way of refilling it.

Haakon took a look at the pistol bullets he handed over, frowned and said: "The size of this bullet is a circle smaller than the rifle bullet. If you want to put the rifle bullets into the pistol magazine, I'm afraid you need to find a file first." , grinding the rifle rounds to size enough to fit in the magazine is such a hassle.”

Joan nodded again and sighed softly.

"Forging Valley can't buy this style of magic crystal gun, and there is no special bullet for this gun, but this is not a big problem." Haakon returned the magic crystal pistol to Joan, and said with a smile, "As long as you If you can afford it, those dwarven gunsmiths who love money like their lives will definitely be able to customize bullets of the right size for you!"

Ever since she sold the "Siren Banshee's Treasure" in House Town, Joan had some savings. After hearing Haakon's words, she decided to go to Forge Valley after her leg injury recovered. , order some pistol ammunition.

Forge Valley is located in the northeast of Stone Pillar Town, and Midgard City is also in the same direction, so it happens to be on the way.

At this time, the sky had already darkened, and the rugged and winding mountain roads were covered with snow, and driving at night was prone to accidents.

In order to ensure the safe transportation of a load of munitions back to Shizhu Town, Logan Walsunger did not want to take the risk of traveling at night, so he ordered to set up camp when the sun was about to set, and spent the night in a mountain col beside the road, and continued on his way after dawn.

Piles of bonfires were set up in the camp, the snow reflected the fires, and the night wind brought the aroma of stewed food.

Haakon jumped out of the caravan, and came back after a short while with a pot containing freshly cooked potatoes and corn. He smiled and urged Joan to eat while it was hot.

Joan drank some thick soup all day long, smelled the smell of food, and was growling with hunger. He didn't care about being polite to Haakon, and stretched out his hand to grab a yellow potato from the pot, while blowing While quickly peeling off the skin, he stuffed it into his mouth and started chewing.

Haakon gnawed on a corn cob, picked up the kettle and shook it at Joan.

Joan smelled the smell of spirits, quickly shook his head and declined, took out the "Endless Water Bag" by himself, and drank water to moisten his throat.

The two ate a pot of boiled potatoes and corn, and both hiccupped.

Haakon stretched his waist, got up and fetched a sleeping bag and blanket from the back of the carriage, and said to Joan, "I sleep in the carriage with my dad and Slude at night, mainly to guard the munitions, anyway, the carriage is spacious enough , why don't you sleep in the car, so that we can take care of you nearby, if you need convenience at night, just wake me up, don't be shy."

Joan didn't think there was anything wrong with sleeping in the car at first, but after hearing what he said, his cheeks became hot and he felt a little embarrassed.

At this moment, the curtain of the car was lifted from the outside, and Slude jumped up lightly. Seeing that his brother was stretching out to help Qiao An tidy up the bed, his expression darkened in displeasure.

"Haakon, don't be so busy, Joan can't sleep here at night."

"Why not?" Haakon frowned: "Brother Qiao An is just a traveler passing by here, don't be suspicious, okay?"

"Stupid, who do you take me for!" Slude kicked his brother angrily, and had to explain his intentions: "Joan is a mage, and only by getting enough sleep in a quiet environment can he recover his mana tomorrow morning , as soon as you and Dad lie down, you snore like thunder, and it will definitely make him unable to sleep!"

"Oh... so that's the case. I'm sorry Slude, it's rare that you are so considerate to others. I misunderstood." Haakon scratched his head and laughed.

Slude gave his brother an angry look, and then said: "The tent is set up, it's next to the caravan, you can carry him to rest now, I have already told the hunters on duty at night, if you need to get up, just say hello .”