Chapter 1883 Punch
Is this the legendary Qilin Arm? !
Staring at the Orc King's right arm, I was trembling and couldn't help myself.
All the members of the royal family and nobles around him exclaimed in surprise. For a moment, before any punches were thrown, the sounds of exclamation rose up like a wave and continued continuously.
Among the dignitaries who were constantly building momentum to heighten the atmosphere, only the Queen of Orcs, the old Duke, Prime Minister Lestat, Fergus Daisy, Fergus Illidan, and Fergus Emma remained calm. .
Among them, the orc queen and the old duke were not moved by the orc king's momentum at all, but the cat demon in the queen's arms had already fainted from fright, looking like a dead cat.
Prime Minister Lesta and Fergus Daisy were in a similar state. Although they were affected by their momentum, they still maintained the magnanimity that a noble should have.
Fergus Illidan was in a slightly worse state than Fergus Daisy. When faced with the strong momentum from the Orc King, his clenched fists began to tremble unconsciously, although the tremors were very small. , but still can't escape my sharp gaze.
Fergus Emma is probably in the worst condition among them. She has already condensed a faint layer of transformation power to resist the momentum from the Orc King.
With the protection of the power of transformation, she is as comfortable as the orc queen and the old duke, but everyone in the know understands that the gap between them is not as simple as a thin layer of power of transformation.
Except for these people who seemed calm and composed, I and a few powerful nobles were relatively calm. The nobles also followed Fergus Emma's example, condensing the power of transformation, and using In order to withstand the momentum released by the Orc King when he was accumulating power, although they withstood the physical impact, the mental impact caught them off guard. It was a kind of fear that came from the bones of the inferiors to the superiors.
Compared to them, my condition is much better. I can only condense a thin layer of killing intent to resist the oncoming momentum.
However, I also have my own troubles. At the moment when the murderous intention was condensed, I felt dozens of substantial eyes focused on me. These eyes kept looking at me, as if they wanted to analyze this thin layer of murderous intention. the goal of.
After observing for half a minute, the real eyes faded away one by one.
Fergus Illidan, who was standing in front of me, turned his head, glanced at me, and teased: "Your power of transformation is so powerful that you can attract the attention of more than half of the country's power at the same time."
"Better watch your fists," I retorted mercilessly: "Look at Her Majesty Fergus Daisy. Although she doesn't look calm, at least she's not trembling with fear like you."
Illidan looked sulky and sneered: "That's much better than you, at least I didn't use the power of transformation."
"How old are you, and are you still comparing yourself to me?" I hummed disdainfully: "If you use external force to resist the momentum like me, you don't want to be president, just resign and go home to enjoy your wife and children. Forget about the idle life of a hot kangtou."
Illidan, who was not good at words, was so angry with me that he stopped bickering with me and concentrated on watching the Orc King's imminent attack.
I turned around and looked around, sizing up the powerful nobles who were firmly protected by their personal guards so as not to be blown away by their momentum. I have to say that although they were not very powerful, they had the courage to do so. But it's a bargain.
While I was observing their interesting expressions with great interest, the menacing aura from the Beastman King suddenly weakened. Sensing this momentary change, I instantly turned my gaze back to the Beastman King.
The weakening of the momentum does not mean that the Beastman King gives up his attack. On the contrary, it is a sign that all the power of transformation that has been released is contained in his right arm.
This sign meant that he was about to launch a punch that he had been preparing for a long time.
Sure enough, less than five seconds after my eyes locked on the Orc King's right arm, I punched him.
From the punch to the end, it only takes a moment.
This punch had no tricks, it was plain and ordinary, just like boiled water without any taste.
But even so, it is still a shocking punch!
This punch punched a large hole with a diameter of more than three meters in the city wall that was more than ten meters high and one meter thick. The wind of the punch was like an air cannon, blasting out a path more than ten meters long. All the flowers, plants and trees on the path were It turned into powder, and even several boulders buried deep in the ground were lifted up.
I was so stunned by this scene that I couldn't speak for a long time.
After a while, Fergus Illidan shuddered, turned his head, and said in a trembling voice: "What, how? Is there something wrong with my memory, or are you just looking down on people?"
My eyes twitched and I didn't answer.
This time, I lost the argument.
It’s no wonder that Illidan has a particularly deep memory of the strength of the Orc King. For a ten-year-old child, this kind of scene cannot be described as shocking, it is simply a psychological shadow!
The orc queen caressed the cat demon gently, with a slightly disappointed look in her eyes.
The old Duke rubbed his waist, smiled, and said nothing.
It was Prime Minister Lesta who took the lead in applauding and shouting long live His Majesty. Seeing this, a group of nobles also cheered and responded. Other people watching the excitement bowed and saluted and shouted long live.
I also joined in the fun and shouted a few times, but was despised by Fergus Emma: "If you don't mean what you say, it's better not to cheer."
The Beastman King put down his posture and rubbed his wrists, feeling a little disappointed, but soon he regained his former majesty as the overlord, and returned to the palace with a grand crowd of people.
When he came to the main hall, he summoned all the officials and self-examined himself in front of all the officials. The content was that the city wall was so vulnerable that he, the monarch, did not reinforce it in time. He apologized to all the subjects here and promised from now on. Since then, a large number of craftsmen from Fort Wych have been hired to help build the city wall. As an apology, he will be responsible for half of the hiring costs.
As soon as this statement came out, the Minister of Finance quickly stated that the national treasury is full and there is no need for His Majesty to pay for it out of his own pocket.
The Beastman King was quite satisfied with the Minister of Finance's statement. After pretending to decline a few times, he readily accepted the Minister of Finance's suggestion.
However, although the funds for strengthening the city wall are exempted, the artillery plan proposed by me and revealed by Illidan still has to be completed by the Orc King himself.
But just as the artillery plan was being implemented, a report was hurriedly sent to the main hall. The report clearly pointed out that after multiple materials testing, it was found that the raw material of the artillery was a mixture of low-grade fine steel and high-grade fine iron. .
This means that in terms of materials, the funds required for artillery are far less than those for strengthening the city wall.
This report finally made the Orc King breathe a sigh of relief.
However, immediately afterwards, there was another report, which clearly pointed out that although the raw materials of the artillery were identified, some of the components could not be produced with current technology.