Chapter 1874 Good Sword

What is the value of the leading cannon?

To me, the tap cannon is worthless.

Although it can breathe fire and the temperature of the flames is high, I am an adventurer, a profession that often hangs out in dungeons and dances with all kinds of monsters.

For me, a handy weapon, a well-fitting armor, and at most some concealed weapons are the ideal situation.

The large and heavy dragon head cannon is not suitable for flexible combat in dungeons.

So, I told the truth: "This cannon is worthless to me."

"I am an adventurer. Most of the monsters in the dungeon are flexible. Even if the flames spewed by this cannon are enough to melt gold fossils, in the dungeon environment, the effect is extremely limited, not even as good as a handful. fruit knife."

"Oh?" Fergus Illidan chuckled and said, "According to you, it is also worthless to me?"

I quickly clarified: "Don't pull me, I didn't say that."

"Really?" Illidan looked at me and said slowly: "Don't you know that I am also an adventurer?"

I didn't care about the pressure he put on me in terms of momentum. To be honest, compared with the pressure brought by the Beastman King, this momentum was not as good as the spring breeze blowing on my face.

"Second Brother" Illidan Emma walked slowly with a moving figure, and drew a long shadow in the dim tomb passage.

She stood between Illidan and I, turned her cheek, looked into Illidan's angry eyes, and said calmly: "Put away your pressure, don't waste your efforts, don't you remember our What’s your identity as brother-in-law?”

Illidan was startled at first, then a little embarrassed. He moved his lips, wanting to say something, but in the end he couldn't say a word.

Emma snickered secretly, then turned to me and said: "Brother-in-law, please stop teasing him. If you have anything to say, just say it~"

Seeing Emma coming to smooth things over, I was too embarrassed to continue talking to Illidan. I curled my lips and said solemnly to Illidan: "Although this cannon is of no use to me, it is of great significance to you. "

Illidan raised his eyelids and did not answer. Obviously, he was dissatisfied with my attitude of not saying anything just now.

I also knew about his bad temper, so I didn't take it to heart, and continued to talk to myself: "I say this because of your status. You are not a pure adventurer, but also the prince of Dashai City. No matter whether you can do it or not in the future, Inheriting the throne, as a prince, you have an unshakable responsibility to protect your homeland, your country, and your people. Once a war is provoked one day, you have the obligation to defend your country."

"Of course I know what you're talking about." Illidan glared at him and asked, "But what does this have to do with the dragon head cannon?"

"It doesn't matter," I said, "If one day, the enemy invades, and you can't gather enough manpower for a while, at this time, you will have to rely on a series of external assistance such as cannons."

Holding the muzzle of the dragon head cannon, I waved my arm and started talking: "Just imagine, when the city wall is broken and the enemy troops file in, thinking that they can burn, kill and loot without restraint, they suddenly find that within the city wall, there are How will they feel when they are not confronting panicked ordinary people, but a ferocious-looking dragon-headed artillery piece? When the dragon-headed artillery spits out high-temperature flames, burning the invading enemies into cokes. , the burning smell of barbecue fills the sky, and enemies are being burned to death everywhere. In such an environment, what kind of despair will your enemies feel?"

"Ordinary flames can't resist the power of transformation, right?" Illidan thought for a while and raised the flaw in the question.

He was right, ordinary flames could not withstand the power of transformation.

However.

"In Zephyr Continent, there are not many adventurers who can reach level ten, right?"

Illidan nodded.

I continued: "Unless the enemy monarch is a fool, I don't believe there will be an army composed entirely of level 10 adventurers."

Not to mention that it won't happen now, even if we count the entire period of melee and the period of legendary heroes, in this long history of tens of thousands of years, there are not many armies that can achieve level ten from commander to soldier.

The reason is simple, there are not enough people.

Since the melee period, most of the wars in Zephyr Continent have been large-scale melees.

What is a large-scale melee?

A melee involving thousands of people can only be regarded as a small fight at best, and a melee involving tens of thousands of people can be regarded as a small friction at best. Only a melee with a scale of more than 100,000 people can barely get along. Massive melee' on the side.

Although the Zephyr Continent is full of talents, there may seem to be as many adventurers as level 10 and above, but if you really count them, they only number in the millions, and the best among them are even rarer.

These people are the treasures in the palms of the monarchs of various countries and are their trump cards against other countries.

Since it is a trump card, it must be used with caution and restraint. A monarch who dares to throw out his trump cards in one place will basically be eliminated early.

Slow water and long flow is the way to go.

This is a truth that common people living at home know, not to mention a monarch who commands the power of a country.

After listening to my explanation, Illidan restrained his impulsive expression. He nodded and said, "What you said makes sense. I just don't know what material this dragon head cannon is made of. If it is made of expensive rare metals, If so, I’m afraid my father will not agree to the implementation of this blueprint.”

Blueprint?

I just said it casually.

If you think of this as a blueprint, then think of it as a blueprint.

Illidan waved his hand, and a group of people came over and began to disassemble the dragon head cannon.

Then, the three of us walked slowly into the auxiliary tomb.

Emma was still interested in the exquisite reliefs in the auxiliary tomb, while Illidan walked to the corner of the tomb and rummaged through a small pile of gold coins.

After flipping for a while, he stopped, straightened up, and walked over with a sword that looked ornately decorated.

"What a beautiful sword." I exclaimed, "Is it hidden in the pile of gold coins?"

"That's right." Illidan smiled twice, then made a sound, pulled out the sword from its sheath, and shined it into the firelight: "It's such a good sword. This blade and this craftsmanship can only be forged by a master craftsman!"

I glanced at the sword a few times and wondered, "Other than inlaying it with gold and silver, I really don't see anything special about it."

Illidan chuckled lightly and said: "You are addicted to killing monsters in the dungeon, so naturally you don't understand the method of forging. When I was very young, my father found a blacksmith master as my master to teach me about forging. Basic knowledge, which also includes identifying the pros and cons of weapons, eh? You look like you don’t believe it, otherwise, how about you bring your weapons and I can help you identify them? "